‘The wild winds rustle in the piping shrouds
As in the quivering trees.’
[69] Joseph Dornford, 1794-1868, Fellow of Oriel; after a military career, Rector of Plymtree, Devon, and Canon of Exeter Cathedral. He had travelled in Ireland this summer.
[70] The word now has come to imply a sort of hero-worship based on a questionable social motive; but in Froude’s day it meant only those who showed, described, or patronised celebrated places, these being the ‘lions.’
[71] A half-legendary contemporary of S. Columbkille. Sir Walter Scott had crawled into the Hole or Bed at Glendalough in 1825.
[72] Remains of the Rev. Richard Hurrell Froude, part i., ii., 318, Note.
[73] At Greenaway on the Dart, between Dartmouth and Totnes, opposite Dittisham.
[74] The lines were written in some lady’s autograph album during this visit.
[75] The Christian Year: Septuagesima Sunday, closing stanza.
[76] Arthur, eldest son of Arthur Champernowne, Esq., of Dartington Hall, died during this year, 1831, aged 17. His next brother Henry died in 1851, aged 36.