TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER

A wild beast there is in Ægypt, called orix, which the Ægyptians say, doth stand full against the dog starre when it riseth, looketh wistly upon it, and testifieth after a sort by sneesing, a kind of worship....

Philemon Holland.

'Did'st thou ever see a lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this world is like her little turf of grass; and the heaven o'er our heads, like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge of the small compass of our prison....'

John Webster.

'Provoke them not, fair sir, with tempting words; the heavens are gracious....'

Thomas Kyd.

Contents

Introduction[13]
Lyndsey[19]
Beechwood[71]
Wanderslore[155]
Lyme Regis[239]
London[263]
Monks' House [355]
Wanderslore[399]
Lyndsey[433]