On the departure of the Romans, Cissa, son of Ella, took possession, and the name was changed to Cissa's Ceastre, hence Chichester.

Remnants of the old walls still stand; and a path has been made on the portion running from North Street down to West Gate.
[Sidenote: A CLERICAL STRONGHOLD] More attractive, because more human, than the cathedral itself are its precincts: the long resounding cloisters, the still, discreet lanes populous with clerics, and most of all that little terrace of ecclesiastical residences parallel with South Street, in the shadow of the mighty fane, covered with creeping greenness, from wistaria to ampelopsis, with minute windows, inviolable front doors and trim front gardens, which (like all similar settlements) remind one of alms-houses carried out to the highest power.

Surely the best of places in which to edit Horace afresh or find new meanings in St.Augustine.
[Illustration: _Chichester Cross._] There is a tendency for the cathedral to absorb all the attention of the traveller, but Chichester has other beauties, including the Market Cross, which is a mere child of stone, dating only from the reign of Henry VIII.; St.Mary's Hospital in North Street; and the remains of the monastery of the Grey Friars in the Priory Park.

Young Chichester now plays cricket where of old the monks caught fish and performed their duties.

It was probably on the mound that their Calvary stood; the last time I climbed it was to watch Bonnor, the Australian giant, practising in the nets below, too many years ago.
Like all cathedral towns Chichester has beautiful gardens, as one may see from the campanile.