There were several charming old gabled houses in the town, and in “Ye Olde Reindeere Inn” was a beautiful room called the “Globe,” a name given it from a globular chandelier which once stood near the entrance.  This room was panelled in oak now black with age, and lighted by a lofty mullioned window extending right across the front, while the plastered ceiling was considered to be one of the finest in the county of Oxford.  In the High Street stood a very fine old house with, three gables erected about the year 1600, on which was placed an old sun-dial that immediately attracted our attention, for inscribed on it appeared the Latin words, “Aspice et abi” ("Look and Go"), which we considered as a hint to ourselves, and as the Old Castle had been utterly demolished after the Civil War, and the fine old Parish Church, “more like a cathedral than a church,” blown up with gunpowder in 1740 “to save the expense of restoring it,” we had no excuse for staying here any longer, and quickly left the town on our way to Oxford.

[Illustration:  THE REINDEER INN, BANBURY. (Outside the Globe Room.)]

The Latin motto “Look and Go” reminded my brother of an old timber-built mansion in Staffordshire which, as it stood near a road, everybody stayed to admire, its architectural proportions being so beautiful.  It was said that when the fugitive King Charles was in hiding there he was greatly alarmed at seeing a man on the road staring stedfastly at the house, and as he remained thus for a considerable period, the king at last exclaimed impatiently, “Go, knave, what lookest at!” Long after the king had departed the owner of the house caused his words to be carved in large characters along a great beam extending in front of the mansion, which travellers in the present day still stay to admire, though many take the words as being meant for themselves, and move on as we did at Banbury, but perhaps more slowly and reluctantly.

We had the valley of the River Cherwell to our left, and at Deddington we saw the site of the old castle from which Piers Gaveston, the unlucky favourite of Edward II, was taken by the Earl of Warwick.  He had surrendered to “Joseph the Jew,” the Earl of Pembroke, at Scarborough on condition that the barons spared his life, but Warwick said he never agreed to that, and as Gaveston had greatly offended him by nicknaming him the “Black Hound” or the “Black Dog,” he took him to Warwick Castle and wreaked his venegance upon him by cutting off his head.

By what we called a “forced march” we arrived at the grounds of the famous Palace of Woodstock, and were lucky in meeting with a woodman who took us across the park, where we had a fine view of the monument, the lake, and the magnificent Palace of Blenheim.

[Illustration:  BLENHEIM PALACE.]