[1] Vinegar.
[2] Ireland, when, in 1793, he collected his "Views on the Avon," was
much struck with the likeness of this bust in Thomas Hart, one of this
family who then lived in Shakspeare's house.
[3] Visits to Remarkable Places, vol. i., pp. 98-103.
[4] Matthew, xxv., 43-45.
[5] Such are Southey's words.
[6] Colloquies, vol. ii., p. 312.
[7] This word "lost," with a little l in the inscription.
[8] _Mercurius Rusticus._ London. 1638.
[9] Of a scene supposed to occur in this lumber-room, a beautiful
mezzotint engraving has been just published by Mr. Mitchell, of Bristol,
from a painting by Mr. Lewis, of that city.
[10] G. Cumberland, Esq., in Dix's Life.
[11] Grow.
[12] Water-flags.
[13] Freeze.
[14] Arose.
[15] Robe.
[16] Beggar.
[17] Grave.
[18] Ghastliness.
[19] A small round hat, not unlike the chapournette of heraldry,
formerly worn by ecclesiastics and lawyers.--CHATTERTON.
[20] Coif.
[21] The sign of a horse-milliner was till lately, if not still to be
seen, in Bristol.
[22] Crucifix.
[23] Begging friar.
[24] Short under cloak.
[25] Glory.
[26] Bishop Carpenter.
[27] Height.
[28] Horace Walpole's Letters, vol. ii., 1840.
[29] For an account of this extraordinary woman, see "The Visits to
Remarkable Places," vol. i., p. 318.
[30] I am still, however, afraid that it is too true that the country
people are not allowed to visit "Mary's Thorn," though held in such high
honor by them. Not only the boards at the park gates, but other
information, confirmed this fact; and my passing the house to the tree
brought all the family to the window, servants as well as gentlemen,
ladies, and children, and no few in number, as if some extraordinary
circumstance had occurred.
[31] I must mention one fact regarding the neighborhood of Ayr. Never,
sure, Wales not excepted, was there a country so infested with
toll-bars. In going to Mauchline, twelve miles, including a slight
divergence to take a view of Mount Oliphant, and thus going out of Ayr
by one road and coming in by the other, I paid at nine bars, five of
them sixpence each. At no one did they give you a ticket to another. New
bars were, moreover, building! "How did you like the country?" asked my
landlord, on my return. "Oh!" said I, "it is a most _barbarous_
country." "Barbarous?" "Yes; there is nothing but _bars_. I must send
Rebecca to you." "True," said he, "Rebecca never found any thing more
abominable."
[32] In the center of the town is erected a granite statue of the late
Duke of Gordon. Seeing a decent-looking man near it, I asked him if he
could tell me who executed that figure. "Sir!" replied the honest
Aberdonian, with unfeigned surprise, "he never was _executed_ at all. It
is the Duke of Gordon!"