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POSTLIP HALL.

Postlip Hall stands high in a picturesque spot not far from the main

road to Cheltenham. It is a many-gabled Elizabethan house,

preserving its original character, but spoiled by the insertion of plate-

glass windows. Within there is one

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particularly fine room of elaborate oak carvings (and the arms of the

Broadways who built the house) of sufficient importance to form the

subject of one of the plates in Nash's Mansions. The house has or had the reputation of being haunted; but that was long ago in the

days when it stood neglected and uninhabited.

Southam House, or Southam-de-la-Bere, to the south-west (also

depicted in Nash), is a curious early-Tudor building of timber and

stone, and has the advantage over Sudeley, as it was not of sufficient

military importance to be roughly handled by the Parliamentarian

soldiers. The ancient painted glass in the windows and an elaborate

chimney-piece bearing shields of arms came from Hayles Abbey. The

ceilings are oak panelled, and the arms of Henry VII. occur in

numerous places. The situation of the house is fine, and the view

over the vast stretch of country towards Worcestershire and

Herefordshire magnificent. The builder of the mansion was Sir John

Huddleston, whose wife was the queen Jane Seymour's aunt. The

de-la-Beres, to whom the estate passed by marriage, were closely

allied with the Plantagenet kings, two sisters marrying Thomas

Plantagenet, Edward III.'s son, and Henry Plantagenet, Duke of

Lancaster.

Avoiding Cheltenham, we will pick up the road to Stroud at Birdlip, a

favourite meeting-place of the hounds on account of the surrounding

woods. Coming from the south there is a gradual climb through those

delightful woods until you burst upon a gorgeous view, with the

ancient "Ermine Street" running, like a white wand lying upon the level pattern

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work of meadowland, to Gloucester, and the hills of Malvern away in

the distance. Whether it was the great dark mass of hill in the

foreground contrasted against the level stretch of country, or whether

it was the stormy sky when we visited Birdlip on a late autumnal day,

that gave the scene such a wild, romantic look, it would be difficult to

say, but we remember no view with such breadth of contrast of light

and shade, or one so fitted to lead the imagination into the mystic

realms of fairyland.

Up in these heights, and in so secluded a spot, it came as a surprise

to find a museum. This we believe long since has been dispersed by

the hammer, but we remember some really interesting things. The

lady curator, the proprietress of the "Black Horse," had been given many of the exhibits by the neighbouring gentry, and was not a little

proud of her collection. Valuable coins, flint weapons, fossils,

pictures, and the usual medley. There was one little oil painting on a

panel, the head of a beautiful girl with high powdered hair of the

Georgian period, which had all the vigour of a Romney, and

undoubtedly was by a master craftsman. Two curiosities we

remember in particular: a pair of leggings said to have been worn by

the great Duke of Marlborough, and the wooden finger-stocks from a

village dame-school. It would be interesting to know where these

curiosities are now. The only other finger-stocks we know of are in A

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shby-de-la-Zouch church, Leicestershire.

STOCKS, PAINSWICK.

Painswick, to the south-west, is a sleepy old town with a fine

Perpendicular church much restored internally, but containing some

handsome monuments. The churchyard is noted for its formal array

of clipped yew trees, probably unique. They have the same

peculiarity as Stonehenge, for it is said nobody can count them twice

the same. As, however, we did not visit the adjacent inn, we

managed to accomplish the task. Close to the church wall are the

stocks—iron ones.