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We know no other instance than the neighbouring Broadwater church, where such like corbels exist. Here they are far more numerous than at Broadwater. The roof, too, is supported differently on both sides, by light clustered shafts on the south, by corbels below the stringcourse on the north. At the west arch, the pitch of the ancient roof is here shown, curiously enough, to have been below the present roof, the reverse being generally the practice. The mouldings throughout are well worth attentive study, particularly in the transepts. A piscina remains in the north transept, showing that an altar must have been erected in this part; slight remnants of paintings are visible in parts.

Whether for its general architectural features as a specimen of later Norman work, at the period when the semicircular arch seems at once to have taken the very opposite form of an acutely pointed one, by a metamorphosis which is extremely puzzling to antiquarian controversialists, or as a specimen of very rich and curious details, we know of no church more interesting and so easily visited as this of New Shoreham.

In point of date, the church is the latest of three churches in this neighbourhood, which should be studied together; first Old Shoreham, then Steyning, and lastly the present church. The three form as it were exemplars of an unbroken series :—Steyning Church we reserve for our Bramber excursion. It should be known that the keys of the church are kept by the sexton, who lives close to a gingerbread day-Vauxhall called the Swiss Gardens, nearer the Old Shoreham church than the present one, so that when the visiter is in the neighbourhood of the latter, he should hunt up the grey-headed warden for them. As a last word, let us remark that the church is sadly in want of restoration, though this has been begun in parts. It is worthy of the utmost care, for it is really the great glory of these parts, and the Brightonians who flock to see the church, even as mere sight-seers, ought to contribute liberally to the work of preservation. How far the railway has helped them to visit the church may be inferred from the fact that ten times the number of persons now come to Shoreham than formerly did so in the age of coaches.

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[From the Railway Chronicle.]

The present excursion cannot be fully enjoyed in less time than a long summer's day. But an afternoon of five hours will suffice for seeing the sunset on St. George's Hill or on the Thames at Walton Bridge.

WEYBRIDGE and WALTON are spots which may be enjoyed at all seasons. The former, owing to the abundance of evergreens and its dry sandy soil even in winter. But the best time for an excursion is in the latter end of July and month of August, when the purple heather

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propose a walk, as the subject of the present excursion, beginning with the circuit of St. George's Hill, proceeding through the village of Weybridge, and terminating along the banks of the Thames to Walton, a pilgrimage not exceeding eight miles, and certainly more varied in

its interest than any similar distance within twenty miles of London. Individual scenes, at Richmond, and such as we have noticed at Reigate and Guildford, may surpass any one thing at Weybridge—but taking the whole distance from St. George's Hill to Walton Bridge, these districts can show nothing to match with it for diversity of picturesque beauty.

If the tourist is indisposed for so long an excursion, or has a gentle companion with him, to whom an eight miles' walk would be over toilsome, then we recommend him to divide this excursion into two parts: taking St. George's Hill as the subject of one, and Walton of the other. Close to the station at Weybridge, the “Hand and Spear,” a pretty little inn, with an Italian outline, will treat him well; and at Walton, Mary Copp will match any one at stewing eels in port wine. So that, be the arrangements as they may, the inner man will be rewarded by good nourishment after his fatigue.

We grieve to say that there is a tendency to place restrictions, as unnecessary as they are selfish, on the enjoyment of St. George's Hand and Spear Inn, at Weybridge Hill.

Station. The hill is crossed by more roads than one, and has been so from time immemorial, à tempore quo non memoria extat, as some valid old record could doubtless be found to prove. The tourist need not stray from these roads, and therefore need be under no fear of trespassing. Arriving at Weybridge station, he crosses the rather elegant three-arched bridge southwards, but instead of descend

he will reach a cottage overlooking a rather steep sandy cutting on the right (i.e. the west), with symptoms of brick and tile making in the hollow. He will cross one road facing the front of the cottage, and ascend another leading southward by its side. For the years we have known this spot, our approach to it has always been saluted by the ferocious howl of a singularly ugly brute of a dog, chained to a kennel at the inside of the hedge. We mention the fact, because, should it occur, it will be a signal that the road is the right one. As soon as this ascent is made, it will be right to pause to enjoy the view northwards. In the horizon is the long outline of Windsor Castle. Its round keep, the principal or George the Fourth's entrance and southeastern towers are distinctly visible on a clear day. Westward of the Castle, much nearer, is St. Ann's Hill, near Chertsey, the residence of Fox, and among the trees the course of the silvery Thames may be traced, meandering through Chertsey Bridge. The foreground of the

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broken sand-bank and the acacias, with their bright and transparent green, contrasting with sombre-looking firs in the middle distance, make the whole into a beautiful landscape. A very few yards onward and we are under a clump of firs overlooking on the west long undulations of heath, and the distant hills of Bagshot, and the Cobham ridges, looking as deep a purple, especially in a sunset, as Ben Lomond or Cader Idris, and on the north, a wooded expanse of some five-andtwenty miles, bounded by the heights of Harrow and Hampstead. Buried in the midst of the foliage closer to us, may be descried the twisted chimneys and Tudor brick turrets of Hampton Court Palace. The wooded heights towards the east are Claremont, and immediately before us is Oatlands Park, formerly the residence of the late Duchess of York, and now the property of Mr. Hughes Ball. There is a famous grotto, which may be seen on application to Mr. Ball's Agent.

Several roads lead over the table land of the hill. Where two or three of them join, pursue the north-western (that on the right hand), and cut through luxuriant ferns, which leads to the end of the hill, the point of the Roman encampment, called “Cæsar's Camp," a supposed outpost to a greater camp at Oatlands. It is crowned by a clump of lofty firs, and affords a fine panorama of the surrounding country, as far as it is bounded on the south by the chalk ridges between Dorking and Guildford. Of the northern prospect we have already spoken. The western view terminates with the Cobham ridges and Fox hills ; it is chiefly over a flat country, but rich with wood. The Wey is seen here and there stealing its course along. The foliage on St. George's Hill, though chiefly of fir trees, is fine and luxuriant. There climb and wander over. The landscape artist will be loth to leave it; both its rough bold outlines and its vivid contrasts of colour are so enticing. The course of the walk which we have suggested is indicated plainly on Walker's map of the Southampton line, which is on the ample scale of a foot to a mile. We descend the hill as we came, past the Hand and Spear inn.

Two routes to the banks of the Thames are before us: one, directly north from the station, passing through the whole of the village of Weybridge; the other by the entrance to Oatlands. Both are pleasant, but, as yielding the greatest number of objects of interest, we prefer the first. Descending the hill we pass an old estate called Brooklands, which the Duke of York deprived of its old mansion when he was owner of Oatlands. At the end of the road and the terminus of the street of the village the road to Chertsey passes over a wooden bridge across the Wey and the Canal. It is a Entrance to Oatlands Park from

Weybridge Common. favourite spot for anglers. The marshy scenery about the Wey, with St. George's Hill at the distance, the locks, the dam, the splashing water, the cattle, all well qualify it for the artist's admiration. A path by the canal leads to the mouth of the

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