a tomb with effigy, the other in a tomb in the north aisle.  The “castle” came in 1551 to Sir Richard Cotton, whose son George entertained Queen Elizabeth there for two days in 1586.  In 1643 a Richard Cotton held the “strong house” of Warblington against the Parliament till it was taken by “sixty soldiers and a hundred muskets.”  All that remains of the place to-day is a beautiful octagonal tower of red brick and stone, once part of the main gateway.

Now when I had seen all this I went on into Havant, and there at the cross-roads I found the church of St Faith close by an old sixteenth-century half-timbered house—­the Old House at Home.  Havant is, in spite of the modern world, a place of miracle; for it possesses a spring to the south-west of the church, called, I think, St Faith’s, which never fails in summer for drought, nor in winter for frost.  But for all that the most interesting thing in the town remains the church.  This is a cruciform building with a tower over the crossing, and is as, we have it, of Norman foundation, though it seems to stand upon a Roman site, coins having been found when the old nave was destroyed in 1832 and Roman brick and cement and foundations.  The church we see, however, dates absolutely from the late twelfth century, and is nowhere, it would appear, older.  Unhappily much is far later, the nave being really a modern building and even the central tower has been entirely taken down and rebuilt, and indeed all periods of English architecture would seem to have left their mark upon the church between the end of the twelfth century and our own day.  The manor of Havant belonged when Domesday Survey was made to the monks of Winchester.  But it is not of them but of William of Wykeham we think here, for his secretary, Thomas Aylward, was rector of this parish and in 1413 was buried here in the north transept, where his brass still remains, showing his effigy vested in a cope.  He was not the only notable rector of Havant, for in 1723 Bingham, the author of the “Antiquities of the Christian Church,” was holding the living when he died.  Three years before he had been wrecked in the South Sea Bubble, and this is supposed to have caused his death.  His work was put into Latin, and was, I think, one of the last English works to be translated into the universal tongue.

Out of Havant I went, nor did I stay now on my way until a little after noon I reached Porchester; but in Bedhampton I did not forget to pray for the soul of Elizabeth Juliers, who died there after a most unfortunate and most wretched life in 1411.  This lady, daughter of the Marquis of Juliers and widow of John Plantagenet, Earl of Kent, took the veil in her widowhood at Waverley.  Then appears Sir Eustace Dabrieschescourt, and she being young, in spite of her vow, marries him.  And having repented and confessed she devoted her life to penance, being condemned daily to repeat the Gradual and the Penitential Psalms, and every year to go on pilgrimage to the shrine of St Thomas.  This penance, with others, she performed during fifty-one years.  She was married to Dabrieschescourt in the church of Wingham in Kent, and died here in Bedhampton, and was buried in the church of St Thomas, for the manor was her father’s and part of her first dower.