a mortuary chapel.  The manor house is picturesque and rambling, as is the village itself, straggling along the road to Warminster.  At the upper end of the street a cross road on the right leads to Morton Bavant and to the main route on the north side of the stream.  The partly rebuilt church is of little interest, excepting perhaps the arch of chalk that supports the fourteenth-century tower, but the village deserves the adjective “sweet.”  The stream, although now of small size, and the surrounding hills that rise close by into Scratchbury Camp, make a lovely setting for the mellow old cottages and bright gardens that one may hope are as good to live in as they are to look at.  Close by the village certain Roman pavements were found in 1786, but the site is now uncertain and the mosaics have been lost.  At the cross roads just referred to, the left-hand road climbs the hill to the Deverills—­Longridge, Hill, Buxton, Monkton and Kingston, pleasant hamlets all, of which the first has the most to show.  Here is a fine church partly built of chalk and containing the tomb of the Sir John Thynne who made Longleat.  The old almshouses were founded by his descendant, Sir James, in 1665.  In Hill Deverill Church is a monumental record of the Ludlows.  To this family General Ludlow, of the Army of the Parliament, belonged.  Beyond the last of the Deverills is Maiden Bradley, alone with its guardian hills, which ring it round with summits well over 800 feet above the sea.  Long Knoll is the monarch of this miniature range and well repays the explorer who climbs to its summit with a most delightful view.  In Maiden Bradley Church is the tomb of Sir Edward Seymour, Speaker of the House in the reign of Charles II, and a fine Norman font of Purbeck marble.

Resuming the route northwards from Sutton Veny, Bishopstrow is soon reached.  Above the village to the north is the great rounded hill called Battlesbury Camp, crowned with the usual entrenchments and surrounded by the curious “lynchets” or remains of ancient terrace cultivation.  Bishopstrow Church dates from 1757, when it replaced a building with Saxon foundations and east end.  The main road is now taken on the north bank of the stream and in two miles, or twenty-one direct from Salisbury, we arrive at the old town called, no one knows why, Warminster.  It may be that the Were, the small stream or brook running into Wylye gives the first syllable, but that St. Deny’s Church was ever a minster there is no evidence, though it is occasionally so called by the townspeople.  Now quite uninteresting, the church was rebuilt some thirty years or more ago.  In High Street, close to the Town Hall, is the chantry of St. Lawrence, still keeping its old tower but otherwise rebuilt.  For its age and situation Warminster retains little that is ancient, but it is a pleasant and very healthy town, 400 feet above the sea.  Here, in the early nineteenth century, two eminent Victorians—­Dr. Arnold and Dean Stanley—­received