WOOD ENDERBY,
In the Domesday record written Endrebi, is about five miles distant from Horncastle. The manor is the property of Lady Banks. The church is a small uninteresting building. The Bishop of Carlisle is patron of the curacy.
MOORBY,
In Domesday Morebi, is about five miles distant from Horncastle. The manorial estates, comprising the principal part of the parish, are the property of Lady Banks. The church is totally destitute of interest. The Bishop of Carlisle is patron of the rectory.
WILKSBY,
In Domesday Wilchesbi, is about six miles distant from Horncastle. The manor is the property of Lady Banks. The church is a small modern erection. The Champion Dymoke is patron of the rectory.
MAREHAM LE FEN,
In the Domesday book called Marun, and in old writings Marum, is about seven miles distant from Horncastle, and situated on the verge of the recently enclosed fenny district, from whence it has received its appellation. The manor is the property of Lady Banks; it having been purchased, together with the three before mentioned manors, by an ancestor of the late Sir Joseph Banks, above a century ago. The manor house, which has for several years been occupied by Mr. James Roberts, possesses from its adjoining gardens, a considerable share of interest. Having accompanied Sir Joseph Banks, in the first voyage of Captain Cook round the world, Mr. Roberts has sought to associate with the rural simplicities of an English garden, such objects of curiosity as a pleasurable recollection of those scenes had furnished. In addition to numerous rustic and ornamental seats, the gardens are embellished with huts resembling those of Terra del Fuego and New Holland; and also a small museum of curiosities, principally from the South Sea islands. A visit to this spot is always an agreeable recreation. The following lines were written after a visit here, by a native of Jamaica.
SONNET,
WRITTEN AFTER A VISIT TO THE GARDENS AT MAREHAM.
Dear is the rural scene that Fancy loves,
Where tuneful Rapture chants th’ enliv’ning song,
In wildest warblings to the darkling groves,
Pouring in wildest mood the strains along;
While Echo, from the leafy bowers among,
Gives a soft cadence to the songster’s tale,
A mingled sweetness to the warbling throng,
That comes in whispers on the balmy gale.
These, Mareham, with thy spreading greenwood shade,
Thy silent waters, and thy mossy cell,
Breathe such a charm, that oft Delight has strayed,
With ling’ring steps, ’mid scenes she lov’d so well;
And when fond Mem’ry shall thy joys renew,
She’ll tell with musing voice her sweet, her last adieu.