We farther learn, there is not one instance in this neighbourhood, where an estate has continued till now in the male line, very few in the female.  I am acquainted with only one family near Birmingham, whose ancestor entered with William, and who yet enjoy the land granted at that period:  the male line has been once broken—­perhaps this land was never conveyed.  They shone with splendour near six hundred years.  In the sixteenth century, their estate was about 1400_l_. a year; great for that time, but is now, exclusive of a few pepper-corns and red roses, long since withered, reduced to one little farm, tilled for bread by the owner.  This setting glympse of a shining family, is as indifferent about the matter, and almost as ignorant, as the team he drives.

Lastly, we learn that none of the lords, as formerly, reside on the above premises:  that in four instances out of twenty-one, the buildings are now as left by the lords, Sheldon, Coleshill, Pipe, and Blakeley:  two have undergone some alteration, as Duddeston and Erdington:  five others are re-erected, as Black Greves, Ulverley, King’s-hurst, Castle Bromwich, and Witton; which, with all the above, are held in tenancy:  in eight others all the buildings are swept away, and their moats left naked, as Hogg’s-moat, Yardley, Kent’s-moat, Saltley, Ward-end, Park-hall, Berwood, and Weoley; and in two instances the moats themselves are vanished, that of King’s-norton is filled up to make way for the plough, and that of Aston demolished by the floods.  Thus the scenes of hospitality and grandeur, become the scenes of antiquity, and then disappear.

SUTTON COLDFIELD.

Though the topographical historian, who resides upon the premises, is most likely to be correct; yet if he, with all his care, is apt to be mistaken, what can be expected from him who trots his horse over the scenes of antiquity?

I have visited, for twenty years, some singular places in this neighbourhood, yet, without being master of their history; thus a man may spend an age in conning his lesson, and never learn it.

When the farmer observes me on his territories, he eyes me ascance; suspecting a design to purchase his farm, or take it out of his hands.—­I endeavour to remove his apprehensions, by approaching him; and introduce a conversation tending to my pursuit, which he understands as well as if, like the sons of Jacob, I addressed him in Hebrew; yet, notwithstanding his total ignorance of the matter, he has sometimes dropt an accidental word, which has thrown more light on the subject, than all my researches for a twelvemonth.  If an honest farmer, in future, should see upon his premises a plumpish figure, five feet six, with one third of his hair on, a cane in his left hand, a glove upon each, and a Pomeranian dog at his heels, let him fear no evil; his farm will not be additionally tythed, his sheep worried, nor his hedges broken—­it is only a solitary animal, in quest of a Roman phantom.