DR. BURNEY, the celebrated author of the History of Music,' was organist of St. Margaret's. His great work was almost entirely written while he occupied this position. The beautiful organ, celebrated even to this day for its sweetness and power, was built during his incumbency, and on his recommendation, by Snetzler, and would have made the maker famous had he done nothing else. Snetzler was asked by the churchwardens what the old organ would be worth if it were repaired. He replied, "If they would lay out 100l. on it, probably it might be worth 50l.'

Lord George Bentinck, so well known as a leading protectionist statesman, in opposition to Sir Robert Peel, was closely connected with Lynn, large estates of his family being in the neighbourhood, and himself born there. Many of our readers will recollect his melancholy and mysterious death, which caused the profoundest sorrow in Lynn, for which place he was M.P., and where he was much respected and beloved.

Oddly enough, it may perhaps be from somewhat careless reading, but we have not found in all the guidebooks or descriptions of Lynn, or of the county of Norfolk, any mention of Capgrave, the theologian and historian, whose writings are probably more voluminous and entertaining than those of any man of his time. That he was a Lynn man is abundantly evident from his dedicatory letter to Edward IV. prefixed to his 'Chronicles of England.' It commences thus, changing somewhat the quaint spelling of his time :

'To my sovereign Lord, Edward, by the grace of God, King of England and France, Lord of Ireland, a poor Friar of the Eremites of St. Austin in the convent of Lenne, sendeth prayer, &c.' And that there may be no mistake (some people fancying that he belonged to Kent), he says in the prologue of one of his pieces--

If ye will wit what that I am,

My country is Norfolk, of the town of Lynne.' Besides a host of theological works, he wrote lives of the Illustrious Henries,' Kings of England, 'Chronicles of England,' and other matters much too numerous to catalogue.

This intensely funny chronicler thus begins his History of England,' 'Anno Mundi 1°-The first man Adam was made on a Friday, withoute Modir, withoute Fader, in the feld of Damask, and fro that place led into Paradise to dwell there; after driven out for Synne: Whanne he had lived nine hundred yere and XXX he deied, byried in Hebron: his hed was lift with the Flood, and leyd in Golgotha. Anno I 2o.This yere Eve bare two childirm at one birth, the man hite Cayn, the woman Calmanna, of which two come Enok, not he that was translate, and Yrad, and Mammael, and Methusael and Lamech that brought in first bigamie, and he killed Cain.'

It may be all very well to begin at the beginning, but if a writer of English Chronicles begin with Adam and Eve, we are afraid he is likely to prove tedious, and so take our leave of Capgrave.

Beatniffe, the author of the 'Norfolk Tour'-a book the best of its kind we ever saw, though now rather out of date, as it has been for many years out of print-was apprenticed to a bookseller in Lynn, named Hollingworth. It is said that although this man was in business forty years, and had four apprentices at a time, they all, with the exception of Beatniffe, either ran away to sea, or enlisted, a thing which is not surprising, however, when it is explained that they were all obliged to sleep in one bed, had clean sheets but once a year, and were dieted in the most economical manner. After this unsavoury apprenticeship, his master offered him his daughter in marriage, but as she was ill-favoured and deformed Beatniffe declined the

match. His master was not so much offended at this but that he lent his quondam apprentice 500l. to commence business in Norwich. His stock of scarce and valuable works was so celebrated that London booksellers used to send him large orders on the appearance of his catalogue, none of which he ever executed, preferring, as he said, to sell his books to gentlemen. If he suspected a personal customer of being a bookseller he would at once put such an additional price on his books as to render the purchase most improbable. A Scotch nobleman once called at his shop to buy a Bible. Beatniffe took one down and mentioned the price. 'Oh, man!' said the would-be purchaser, I could buy it for much less at Edinburgh.' Then, my lord,' replied the blunt bookseller, 'you must go to Edinburgh for it,' with which recommendation he abruptly quitted his noble customer.

Lynn was celebrated for its religious foundations; probably no place not immediately of ecclesiastical origin, contained so many churches and religious houses in proportion to its size. Of the churches still remain St. Margaret's, St. Nicholas' Chapel, and a few others. The two edifices mentioned by name are wonderful examples of the magnificent expenditure of wealth and genius, which was so freely indulged in by our Roman Catholic ancestors.

St. Margaret's Church was formerly very rich in monumental brasses: many of these have now become much defaced, while some have been utterly destroyed. There is a very fine one to Adam de Walsoken and his wife, with the following quaint inscription:

'Cum Fex, cum Limus, cum Res vilissima simus, Unde superbimus, ad Terram Terra redimus,' which, for the benefit of the ladies, a reverend and gallant friend of ours has thus translated:

Since we a thing most vile may be,
With dregs and slime allied,
From mother Earth to Dust we flee,

Then wherefore foster Pride?'

St. Nicholas' is perhaps one of the very finest specimens of the Perpendicular style still existing, and is the

more interesting on account of its almost perfect state of preservation. Several inonasteries existed here, and their remains in various parts of the town render it very picturesque. The Benedictines, the Carmelites or White Friars, the Augustines, the Grey Friars or Franciscans, and the Dominicans or Black Friars, all had extensive and wealthy establishments, besides many minor foundations. The public walks are equalled in few country towns, surpassed in none. They consist of fair paths and magnificent avenues, plentifully interspersed with the massive ruins of the old wall of the town, and of the ecclesiastical edifices just mentioned. The most striking ruins are the Grey Friars Tower and the Ladye Chapel on the Red Mount. We cannot attempt to describe these here; but we may assure our readers that if they ever come within twenty miles of Lynn, and pass on without visiting it, they will lose such an opportunity of antiquarian research as seldom offers.

The tourist or visitor from London will have passed, between Cambridge and Lynn, through a large tract of those fens, which we have attempted slightly to describe. Shortly before he gets to Lynn, however, the country becomes fairly wooded and gently undulating. He will have made the journey by the aid of a railway which has just got rid of a name that had become disreputable; and let us hope that the management of the new Great Eastern will be an improvement on that of the late Eastern Counties.

Arrived at Lynn, however, railway communication in the direction we wish to pursue comes to a termination, and we must make the journey in the best way we can. Suppose we choose an open carriage and pair from the Duke's Head, and leave the town by its north-easterly exit, we shall thus arrive, after a three miles' drive, at Castle Rising, which was formerly a borough sending two members to Parliament, and governed by a mayor, recorder, high steward, twelve aldermen, a speaker, and fifty burgesses. It is now an exceedingly unimportant place, and the filling up all the above offices