into the first hole he finds, as a rat would do like case. A pretty long old stone-bridge leads y into the town, with a mill at the end of it, o which the rock rises with the Castle upon it, wi all its battlements, and queer-ruined towers, ar on your left hand the Avon strays through th park, whose ancient elms seem to remember S Philip Sidney (who often walked under them) and talk of him to this day. The Beauchamp Earls o Warwick lie under stately monuments in the choi of the great church, and in our lady's chapel [adjoining to it. There also lie Ambrose Dudley, Earl of Warwick, and his brother, the famous Lord Leicester, with Lettice, his Countess. This chapel is preserved entire, though the body of the church was burnt down sixty years ago, and rebuilt by Sir C. Wren. I had heard often of Guy-Cliff, two miles from the town, so I walked to see it; and of all improvers commend me to Mr. Greathead, its present owner. He shewed it me himself, and is literally a fat young man, with a head and face much bigger than they are usually worn. It was naturally a very agreeable rock, whose cliffs covered with large trees hung beetling over the Avon, which twists twenty ways in sight of it; there was the cell of Guy Earl of Warwick cut in the living stone, where he died a hermit (as you may see in a penny history, that hangs upon the rails in Moorfields); there were his fountains bubbling out of the cliff;--there was a chantry founded to his memory in |