There was a deal of ancient rubbish cleared out then, sir, I've heard, and laid in the stackyard at the Hall.

It were when my father were employed as mason under 'brick and mortar Benson,' as they called him, for repairs of a wall, and they were short of stones, and they chipped up the figure I be telling you of.

My father allus said he knowed the head was put in whole, and many's the time I've looked for it when a boy." I think Mr.Andrewes could endure the churchwarden's tale of former destructiveness no longer, and he abruptly called us to come away.

I was just running to join the rest at the door, when my eye fell upon a modern tablet of marble above a large cushioned pew.

Like the other monuments in the church, it was sacred to the memory of members of the St.John family, and, as I found recorded the names of the wife and six children of the present owner of the estate.