The Wanderings of a Pen and Pencil. By F. P. Palmer and A. Crowquill

Preface

. It was deemed requisite by the Publisher to accompany the pages with something by way of a Preface to the whole ; but in truth the nature of the book is so readily understood by a general reader, and the plan of the narration is worked out with such entire simplicity, (the chapters throughout having a strong family likeness to each other,) that little presents itself to our conception, but the presentation of a mere formal Introduction to those who always take interest in compositions of a similar nature ; that is, such as relate to stray antiquities, and the chequered events which cling to the path of pilgrims seeking the relics and legends of a remote and by-gone period. Many observations, items, and statements are woven in our text which may bear contradiction from the more learned of the brethren, or, at the worst, provoke critical vehemence and disparagement.

We do not apologise, or intend to apologise, for such a condition of the mutual production. From the beginning of the story to the end we went onward as gossiping adven turers, and as cheerful health-seeking sight-seeing travellers. Something we accomplished for our own profit and intellectual gratification — something we did for a profit and good example to others. We never wrote " Pundit or " Moonshee" upon the wallet after our sociable initials, or gave wise or simple folks reason to believe we were any thing else than inquisitive, per severing wayfarers, who often went by lanes and intricate roads, when the Queen's highway would have abbreviated the toil, and who were sometimes to be seen leaning over a mossy well, or a stale newspaper, and often brood ing over green fonts, and crypts, of climbing stone, when it would have rendered more justice to the cookery of our tavern host for us to have been just as near to the soup kettle, or enveloped in the odorous vapour of the roasted capon, and its wholesome cottage accompaniments.

We pray that no one may hunt us into our home of tranquillity, with the misconception that we have peculiar opinions about Ogham stones, coal, coins, or the singular profane carvings in country churches, and the like. We renounce theories on the broad principle ; and we are so tolerant of new light, that we could endure to learn that no King Arthur ever existed, and that the Brutus of Geoffry of

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. IV Monmouth was a bare and ludicrous figment. We ourselves disbelieve the legend of King Cole and the fiddlers, and have small faith in the humpback and early teeth of Eichard of Gloucester. We believe there was once a time when the poor were more tenderly provided for than at the present period ; but we shake our heads at Robin Hood and the prophecies of Nixon without any fear of being assassinated by the common people. We have aimed boldly at difficulties. We have tried to please ourselves, the Public, our readers, and the kind and loving strangers who ministered to our comfort and instruction upon the road. Many think we have said fierce words of certain institutions, and of some unrighteous practices and misappropriations. We plead an involuntary and impetuous hatred of injustice, which, we are sorry to say, after long experience, more frequently produces warmth and hue upon our own cheeks than such effect, in case of the parties accused.

At all times it will be gratifying to amend our faults, by attention to the suggestions and corrections of persons better informed than ourselves. Inad vertently we may have blundered frequently. We repeat our recommendation of these "Wanderings," not as any token of our ability, but as a stimulus and humble example to men of full leisure and acknowledged capacity. Modestly and courteously, we present the book to the Public at large with its foil of imperfection, and trust it will be received with a disposition to make allowances for intention, for rapidity, hindrance, and eccentricity. F. P. PALMER. May, 1846.

Chapter I. The Meeting Of The Pen And Pencil

BENTLEY HALL, WHERE CHARLES II. WAS CONCEALED AFTER THE BATTLE OF WORCESTER POUCK HILL JAMES THE FIRST'S GIANT PORTER. — WILLEN HALL — THE CONDITION OF ITS WORKING CLASSES. WOLVERHAMPTON. — TURTON'S HALL. — WOLVERHAMPTON COLLEGIATE CHURCH. — EARLY HISTORY THE MONUMENTS OF "THELANES" OF BENTLEY AD MIRAL LEVESON. — CHARLES CLAUDIUS PHILLIPS. — BRITISH PILLAR THE "OLD" STAR AND GARTER OCCUPIED BY CHARLES I. — STORY OF MR. HENRY GOUGH. — WOLVERHAMPTON IN THE OLDEN TIME FEATURES CF THE COAL AND IRON TRACT OF STAFFORDSHIRE. — GEOLOGICAL WEALTH THE WREN'S NEST AND ROWLEY —THE WHITE LION AT SEDGLEY, AND ITS HOS PITABLE HOST. DUDLEY PRIORY — ITS EARLY HISTORY THE CASTLE AND CHAPEL THE PRIORS OF DUDLEY. — THE PEN AND PENCIL ENCASED FOR THE NIGHT. — A BILSTON SUNRISE. — A RETROSPECTIVE GLANCE. — THE BILSTON BOY" AND HIS PRETENDED BEWITCHMENT. — BILSTON DIALECT. — GOODY LANGSTON.— THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF THE PITS.— THE PIT GIRLS.— TETTENHAL. — PICTURESQUE SITUATION OF ITS CHURCH. — ANCIENT CHEST DANISH BATTLES.— THE AP PROACH TO BOSCOBEL. — BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY. — CODSAL. B

CHAPTER I.

hen April was waning towards the completion verdant task, and the luxuriance and bridal beauty of the merry May could be discerned from every threshold in town and country ; when the stifled ar tisan looked forth from his garret, roost, with spectacled face upon the dazzling sunlit heaven, and the sick cottager blessed the song of birds near to his peaceful dwelling, and children leaped in ecstasy to see the quickly vestured trees and the blossoms of the snowy orchards around them ; when in pasture, coppice, lane, and garden ground, it was light and music and perfume every where, we two, who had vowed an antiquarian tour upon the earliest succession of holidays, joined hands rap turously together, meeting from a far distance, and set forth in the early morning time, with staff and scrip, upon our appointed pilgrimage.

Un encumbered with worldly provisions, we had less store of cares and of anticipations, and the song we carolled in unison as we left the dewy trysting was the earnest of the felicity attendant upon our pleasant jour ney. We were in search of antiquity ; hermits' well ; Saxon arch and Gothic aisle ; of mansions embattled in the days of civil strife ; of fields haunted by moonlit shadows of panoplied warriors ; of good and glorious things chronicled in venerable times ; all soon to be desolated by unsen timental rectors and whitewashing vestrymen, by holiday miscreants, cur mudgeon proprietors, and that deluge of novelty and collateral reform which runs with the railway line, and converts convents into station-houses, retired villages into blank towns of tenements at eighteenpence per week, and the romantic nooks and corners of Britain, from their shy infancy and green lustihood, into market-places, mine-forges, and arenæ for corn-law agitation.

We are not of those who whine out peevishly to the world of " good lost B olden times !" and " good lost olden people !" Nothing of the kind, believe me ! we have a consistent charity in our bowels (thank God for it !), and it " begins at home" as it ought to do— in England, our country, and in the present active, kindred generation. Still we have intense sympathies with the past, because with our boyhood we relinquished the idea that death was " a destruction." To us, the past, the present, and the future, circulate the blood of one divine heart, and we who are attuned to most irritable sympathy feel the pulse as it vibrated in the limbs of our ancestors as well as the warmth of the brother who ministers to the joy which we hold in our immediate existence. We know Nought must endure but mutability. — Shelley.

But with the goodly scholarship the "old book" hath delivered to us, we stand between the hours of change, and desire to note down some tokens of the person and apparel of the "elder time" out of very gratitude for its immortal instructions. We had progressed but half a mile upon the road, and were traversing with solemn pace the skirts of a moated boundary which had served as the defence to a ruined manorial dwelling near to the town of our residence, when he of the Pencil, my stalwart comrade, stimulated me gently in the ribs with his lengthy staff. " Where are we going to ? " he said, " I am entirely at your direction, and you seem to be thrusting me forward into the * Inferno ' of the mining district, when I have been thinking at home of dells, and moorlands, and ruined cells, in lonesome dingle places.

You go along as silently as a pedometer. You are sad, perhaps, at leaving domestic scenes, your blue-eyed infant, and your timid moiety ?" " Not so ! not so ! " I replied to him, " my early ancestors were veritable wanderers by profession — old English 'Palmers.' I can show you record for the certainty. I inherit the family deficiency of an organ of ' inhabi tiveness'; feel here, it is a perfect hollow ; my belief is that such a prominence is acquired; by nature we are all vagabonds. To settle down is to rest — motion is happiness ; I am fond of this pilgrim life, and I am glad ; if now silent it is because I am dreaming of scenes onward and before us in the distance. Observe that substantial square brick mansion, quoined with stone, and almost hidden by the brushwood and towering trees which surmount the charming upland — that is Bentley Hall, and it is the first place of notice in the Hne of our present wanderings."

" Staff to the ground then," said my companion, " and speedy foot, or the day will be spent in sluggish toil." In due time we halted in front of the porch, and sought an introduction to the tenant of the habitation. It so BENTLEY HALL. occurred that this house had recently been undergoing thorough repairs, and upon the day of our arrival a new tenant entered upon possession. As we made an advance we received silent warning to beat up a retreat. Incon gruous assemblages of parlour and kitchen furniture, hods of mortar, rusty gates, dislocated wainscotting, and similar unprovided and exiled sundries deterred our enquiries, and indeed it would have been indiscreet to have pursued the customary antiquarian impertinences under the unfavourable circumstances. " The Pencil " struck off a memorandum of the " Hall," which stands upon a goodly eminence, adorned with fine elm trees, a few fields from the highway.

The lawn before the house is spacious, and you have thence a fine prospect of the surrounding country. ell now, what of Bentley ? " said my companion. " Come hither to the parapet," I replied to him, " and I will discourse to you. Bentley Hall was the ancient manor-house of the Lanes; Bentley Hall. , . , -. 1 • i . 1 and is memorable as having been the residence of that firm royalist Colonel Lane, who, with his sister Jane, concealed Charles II. here, after the Eight of Worcester, and assisted him diligently and with good stratagem in effecting his escape from the disas trous kingdom. The manor is termed ' Bentley Hay,' and is situated four miles and a half east of Wolverhampton, to which it appertains. Beasts of a wilder nature were formerly captured by driving them into the paled or hedged part of a wood or forest (as at this day elephants in India or the deer in North America).

This then is the ' Hay,' or 'Haye' (French hate or haye). It was customary, moreover, for a stipulation to be made in the tenure of land, by which the tenant was bound 'to store a certain quantity of hay ' there for his lord. Now we find that William the Norman granted this manor to one Drew ' by the service of keeping the hay.' " Colonel Lane was descended from Adam de Lona, of Wolverhampton, whose grandson, Richard de la Lone de Hampton is recorded 9th Ed. II. 1315. The whole pedigree may be traced in Stebbing Shaw's ' History of Staffordshire.' The aforesaid Colonel Lane, who was instrumental in saving the monarch, was the son of Thomas Lane, Esq., who married the daughter of Sir Walter Bagot, of Blithfield. He died September, 1677, having received a pension at the Restoration. The family monuments are in ' Lane's Chancel,' Wolverhampton Collegiate Church, where there is a fine me morial of this faithful squire, surmounted by his heraldry, and adorned with other excellent sculpture.

" The ancient seat of Bentley has heen sadly mutilated. The right wing of the present mansion is deficient. The stables to the right, sheltered by trees, and the summer-house in the garden to the left, were of the old structure. The hall of Charles the Second's time presented a front with many windows, adorned with stone-work in the prevailing style. In the centre was a projection of building, viz. the entrance porch and a turret or chamber, square, and of moderate relief; the wings projected boldly, and were surmounted by gables of ziz-zag outline. It had a high pitched roof, and the chimneys were clustered in the plain fashion subsequent to the domestic Gothic. Wide extent of outbuilding there would be — kennels, offices, and mews for well-trained hawks ; for the picture the history offers to our contemplation is Charles riding from Bentley (disguised as a serving man), before pretty Mistress Jane Lane, whose features, we are told, ' were something like unto those of Queen Anna Boleyn :' Lord Wilmot ambles cau tiously in the distance, and the lady bears upon her neat gauntlet a proud hawk, as if she, with the menial in her father's livery, had betaken themselves to the open air for a burst of pastime.

You must look at them in this fashion in Vandergucht's engraving for the 8vo. edition of Clarendon. Mistress Jane had obtained a pass to visit her sister, Mrs. Norton, at Bristol, and under favour of this she arrived safe, with her anointed varlet, who soon afterwards, as the first instalment of wages due to him, received a fiery box upon the ears from the smutty fist of her kinsman's cook-maid. The tale is popular : POUCK HILL. the substance of the story, as it may be found in ' Bernardi's Journal,' is this : — After the King had arrived at Sir George Norton's, he took his place with the servants in the kitchen, to perform the requisite duties. Some meat was in progress of roasting upon the ancient contrivance, and the cook desired him to wind up the jack ; but he, disconcerted, fumbled, until the wheel ceased to turn round at all.

Therewith, the sullen goddess of pots and pans struck him a cuff over the cheek, and called him 'a black blockhead !' asking ' where he could have lived, that he knew not how to wind up a meat-jack ? ' * The ' Stuart ' in livery had ever a kind affection and a submissive abandon ment to the gentle sex ; and with an unusual blush, he timidly replied, ' he was but a poor tradesman's son, and had not been long in his lady's service.' The festive board of Bentley Hall has been thumped by the red knuckles of the belted royalist many and many a time, when laughter and cheers responded to the witty remembrance of this hour of peril, and Hey ! for cavaliers ! Ho ! for cavaliers ! has been sung with bumpers from the black jack, and libations from the silver tankards of the departed race, when the gilded oak leaves were abundant in the panelled hall, and the memory of iron-faced Noll was groaned down by every voice and throat in the devoted household.

" Old Doctor Plot mentions several curious things connected with this place and the vicinity. Pouck Hill seems to have puzzled the worthy inves tigator. It is now surmounted by a triangular copse of wood, and is used as a preserve for game, upon the estate of Lord Lichfield, whose iron-works are adjoining. Within this inclosure is a scene of considerable geological interest, viz. two distinct masses of inclined basaltic columns, well defined, the columns for the most part bearing a gentle curve in the longitudinal direction. It has been an outbreak of igneous material, crystallised upon its ejection, and this alone will amply repay the scientific traveller who wanders hitherward upon his journey of mental improvement. When you have leisure, you can turn to the ancient history of this neighbourhood, and read of the ' Cross-billed Crow,' ' The Illuminated Mud-holes,' ' The Imprisoned Toads,' ' The Singular Fungi,' &c. ; not forgetting to remember that Master Parsons, the gigantic porter of King James I., was born at West Brom wich, near, and that his great hand was carved upon the wainscotting of the former mansion at Bentley.

It measured, says the narration, ' eleven * This is said to have occurred at Long Marston, and the blow was inflicted with the ladle. Part of the house remains, and the identical meat-jack. — Correspondent. inches from the wrist to the end of the middle finger, and the palm was six inches in breadth.'" " Let us inquire," said my comrade, at the adjoining grange, " we may yet learn that something of interest remains in the mutilated dwelling." The farmer was at home ; he left the cattle at the manger, to wait upon our bidding. " Have you dwelt long in this farm?" " A goodish bit," he answered. " You have frequently been over the Hall, and of course you can inform us whether there yet remains anything curious in the house relating to King Charlie, or old Colonel Lane ? " " I'll tell you what," said the bluff farmer, " you see that parapet wall !

" (we had been resting upon it, about six yards from the kitchen door of the place in question) : " since I lived here, I never was over that in my life ! and I know no more of the place than I do of the inside of your own breeches pocket!" " A droll case ! " we said, and wished him a very good morning. The man had an excellent social visage, a free tongue, and a ready wit: the fault must have lain on the other side of the wall, for evidently there had been more hospitality at the trencher of the working man than with the side board of the wealthier neighbour. We descended the " Hay" to the turnpike road, and continued our walk towards Wolverhampton, travelling some way of the same with an aged labourer, who related other particulars, which increased our store of know ledge. " All sorts of folk," he said, " had got into the old place.

Some time ago, one of the Ansons lived up there, and before him the Lanes. I dare say," he continued, " you've heard talk of old Lane ? Bless you ! he was quite a sporting gentleman, and he took no end of pains to train chaps up to foot-racing, by which, now and then, he turned a trifle in the betting line. There were some man's bones, or woman's bones, found, one time, under the attic stairs at the Hall, and it made a bit of a stir about, for a while ; because, you see, Lane's racers were a rum set o' devils, and the tale went as how he fed 'em on churchyard bones, ground down, and served to 'em with their morning's porridge, to put wind into 'em ; for he made nothing but a word of sending one off (for exercise) to fetch him a clean tobacco-pipe from Birmingham ; one to take his wig to the Litchfield barber to be curled by dinner-time; and a third to cut him a turf for the lark from Cank (Can nock) Chase.

There a'int his Uke in all the country now." The cleanly smock-frock departed at an angle of the road, and we passed WILLENHAL. onward through the small town of Willenhal, which, by the way, contains several thousands of persons infamously employed in the manufacture of locks, keys, and bolts, chafing-dishes, gridirons, and curry-combs. We went hastily forward, as over a morass, quaking with the venomous life of reptiles, and breathing the groans of deformity struggling with the oppression which overwhelms it with hideous violence. Peruse (if you have the firmness to do so without a tear) the evidence of Richard Grainger, Esq., given upon the recent " Inquiry into the General and Social Condition of the Working People in the Manufacturing and Mining Districts." Birmingham, we know, is the Magog of hardware creatures ; it escapes with negative com mendation: other places receive the "few stripes" or the "many," according to the spirit of their uncongenial territory.

But this Willenhal, a speck even in a gazetteer, which you drop upon as you would upon a plaguy viper's nest, or which intrudes upon your vision like a smut carried by the wind, maintains a shameless ' pre-eminence in the list of anathe matised localities. Here, by the twinkling of slender tallow candles, the poor man toils, in the cool and lulling mockery of the midnight hour, from the early dawn of the summer day ; and the frigid effrontery of credit able witnesses assures us, that with boys or children (as we should term them) the case of cruelty is more hideous ; for these the file must growl and the hammer din, not for fifteen or sixteen hours, with due intervals of repose, but simply and awfully " as long as they can keep at it," which is the measure of their life, their support, and their destruction.

Certainly there were lock-makers in the streets of Pompeii — gridiron-makers in Hercula neum : which was the Willenhal of ancient history ? Are there no such engines of God's wrath in Staffordshire, as Vesuvius, or an earthquake ? How interesting it would be, centuries hence, to dive down to a curry-comb maker's factory, through strata of compact cinder and incrusting lava, and to expose the relics of the former children of "most free Britannia ; " — the skeleton hand grasping the wallet of silver and gold ; the old and toothless scull, lying side by side with the gnarled spine and the deformed limbs of withered childhood. " Now," said I to my companion, after a silent path of many speedy foot falls, " we are in the ancient town of Wolverhampton, famous at the present date for its japan-work and its hardware, its dense population, and its excellent race-course.

The quadrangular structure of dirty brick, with its heavy projecting wings, staring with mullions worn and eaten by the rainfall of many years, is Turton's Hall, formerly a residence of a family of that name, previously of the Leveson's, though now occupied as a manufactory. Notice C wall which surrounds the enclosure, with the dull turrets over the waters of the stagnant moat at the hitherward side. The little birds which hop from bough to bough of the slender willow trees do not attempt to sing to you ; they are hoarse as watchmen, and when they flutter their wings it is for grievance of the soot and the dust which is their usual envelope during their residence within ten miles of smoke-beshrouded Brummagem." " You told me of Lane's Chancel in the Old Collegiate Church," said the Pencil.

" The sun is warm, and the streets are in a whirlwind of suffocating cloud. We share the luck of the birds you have described : let us shelter there, and as we proceed, speak to me of this second point of our travel, that our sympathy may increase as we address ourselves to the sanctuary which welcomes us to its shadowy porch, over the void and silent market-place." " In the Saxon dominion, Oswy being engaged in a Avar with the Picts, the Mercian nobility threw off the Northumbrian yoke, and placing Wulfere, the second son of Penda, upon the throne, they recovered the entire kingdom of Mercia. Now this new king was addicted to the Druidical rites which had been practised in Staffordshire from time immemorial. St. Chad was then engaged upon his mission of grace and conversion in central England.

It is probable that the pagan adversary erected a temple upon the hill of Hantune, where, without a doubt, there was a heathen temple from the earliest period. Subsequently to his death this structure was entitled Wulfere-han-tune, ' the town of Wulfere's divinity, the sun.' After his conversion to Christianity he made St. Chad Bishop of Litchfield. The temple then was transferred to the true worship, and this is the origin of the first Christian church at Wolverhampton. The church in after-times was made collegiate by the influence of a pious lady, named Wulfruna, widow of Athelm Duke of Northumberland, and a daughter (sister, some say) of King Ethelred, who endowed it with good lands at thirteen considerable places in the vicinity. The 'good lady Wulfruna' passed her days in pious seclusion, and left her name to posterity.

Wulfruna's building, however, fell into decay soon after the Norman Conquest, having existed as a monastic institution until near the reign of King John, and some few years since (I have been told) that the foundations of that venerable place, walls, crypts, and groined passages, were to be inspected in the cellars and vaults of the houses near to the High Green ; indeed, but a little while ago, in taking down some decayed building in the market-place, signs of a subterraneous communication between the old monastery and outlying edifices were discovered, which of course shocked the saintly advocates of orthodoxy and ascendancy with an eloquent alarm, giving them to appreciate the usual vul- WOLVERHAMPTON COLLEGIATE CHURCH. 11 garifles of ' secret paths,' ' naughty monks,' and ' children of Babylon,' with other pretty lispings of uncharity."

There is much contention as to the date of the commencement of the present collegiate church. It is fair, from architectural judgment, to conclude that it was built after the beginning of the reign of Edward IL, as the decorated English style is prevalent. It occupies a commanding situation upon the hill on which the original town was situated. The tower, the south transept, the clerestory, the font, Lane's chancel, the oaken carvings, the pulpit, and Leveson's statue, are most worthy of close observation. The plan of the structure itself is crucial, the tower arising over the intersection of the nave and transept. There are five arches to separate the nave from each of the side aisles, plainly moulded, and completed at the spring of the arches with crowned heads, and faces fully bearded ; the columns are octagonal, with moulded capitals.

The canopied stalls under the old rood-loft have been mutilated. There are no grave-stones or tablets in this place previous to the date 1575, with the exception of the slabs, from which the brasses have been forcibly removed. The monuments of the Lanes of Bentley were the first objects of our inquiry ; they lie in the southern transept. The first is an altar-tomb in excellent preservation, on which repose the effigies of a knight aud dame, the former in plate armour, with an apron of mail. His uncovered head (with reverend outline) rests upon a cushion ; dagger, gauntlets, &c, in usual array. The dame is habited in the costume of her period ; a small dog reposes at her feet. Upon the lateral facing of the tomb are repre sented seven male and three female children, with two swaddlings, who died in infancy.

Upon the west end of the tomb are three escutcheons : — 1. Trentham. 2. Laneimpal: Trentham. 3. Lane. There is the following inscription in church text upon a fillet around the tomb : — Here Itrnj tljc fcaotrjS of Cljoinaj* plant, at IBtntlti}, in ttjc tounttr of JKafnro, (^quicr, ana of Karharjm l)ii xoitt, toht'df) i&atharjm Vtttaita in she gear of our l£oro ©oo, 1582. The monument adjoining is mural, and is mounted on a basement of several courses upon a mosaic platform, the lower front being richly ornamented with an exquisite sculpture of arms, armour, banners, &c. ; on the dexter side, a trooper's horse at full speed passes under an oak tree, surmounted by a kingly crown. The monument is crowned with a shield heraldic, supported by two field-pieces. Crest — a demi-horse rampant, bridled prop., supporting between the fore-hoofs an imperial crown or.

(Lane.) This is the memorial of the king's preserver, the Colonel John Lane previously mentioned, and c inscription, which is in Latin, and of considerable wordiness, sets forth his eminence above all titles, his military talent, his devotion, valour, and exceeding fidelity, the honours and remembrances he received at the " Res toration," his death, and his renunciation of a tomb in Westminster Abbey even upon his death-bed. There are other tablets, other monumental inscriptions of interest, as relating to the families of the vicinity, but in nowise of embellishment in the part set down to us. The tall statue of Admiral Sir Richard Leveson, superbly gilt, by the celebrated Le Sueur, merits, alone, especial attention. The inscription sets forth his fame, and the damage which he inflicted upon the Dons at sea in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.

Near the south door is an inscription thus: — " In the year of our Lord 996, and in the reign of King Etheldred, Ulfrune or Wulfruna, widow to Athelme, Duke of Northampton, founded this church." In the same porch is the fol lowing absurd epitaph, which the local authorities appear to have esteemed as a very wreath from Parnassus : — NEAR THIS PLACE LIES CHARLES CLAUDIUS PHILLIPS WHOSE ABSOLUTE CONTEMPT OP RICHES AND INIMITABLE PERFORMANCES UPON THE VIOLIN ! MADE HIM THE ADMIRATION OF ALL THAT KNEW HIM. HE WAS BORN IN WALES, MADE THE TOUR OF EUROPE, AND, AFTER THE EXPERIENCE OF BOTH KINDS OF FORTUNE, DIED IN 1732. Exalted soul ! thy various sounds could please The love-sick virgin, and the gouty ease : Could jarring crowds, like old Amphion, move To beauteous order and harmonious love. Here rest in peace till angels bid thee rise, And join thy Saviour's consort in the skies !