FOOTNOTES:
[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!"