who married a natural daughter of Charles ii.  Their arms with delightful carvings by Gibbons-, particularly two pheasants, hang Over the chimneys.  Over the great drawing-room chimney is the first coat armour of the first Leonard, Lord Dacre, with all his alliances.  Mr. Chute was transported, and called cousin with ten thousand quarterings.(339) The chapel is small, and mean:  the Virgin and seven long lean saints, ill done, remain in the windows.  There have been four more, but seem to have been removed for light; and we actually found St. Catherine, and another gentlewoman with a church in her hand, exiled into the buttery.  There remain two odd cavities, with very small wooden screens on each side the altar, which seem to have been confessionals.  The outside is a mixture of gray brick and stone, that has a very venerable appearance.  The drawbridges are romantic to a degree; and there is a dungeon, that gives one a delightful idea of living in the days of soccage and under such goodly tenures.  They showed us a dismal chamber which they called Drummer’s-hall, and suppose that Mr. Addison’s comedy is descended from it.  In the windows of the gallery over the cloisters, which leads all round to the apartments, is the device of the Fienneses, a wolf holding a baton with a scroll, Le roy le veut—­an unlucky motto, as I shall tell you presently, to the last peer of that line.  The estate is two thousand a year, and so compact as to have but seventeen houses upon it.  We walked up a brave old avenue to the church, with ships sailing on our left hand the whole way.  Before the altar lies a lank brass knight, hight William Fienis, chevalier, who obiit c.c.c.c.v. that is in 1405.  By the altar is a beautiful tomb, all in our trefoil taste, varied into a thousand little canopies and patterns, and two knights reposing on their backs.  These were Thomas, Lord Dacre, and his only son Gregory, who died sans issue.  An old grayheaded beadsman of the family talked to us of a blot in the scutcheon; and we had observed that the field of the arms was green instead of blue, and the lions ramping to the right, contrary to order.  This and the man’s imperfect narrative let us into the circumstances of the personage before us; for there is no inscription.  He went in a Chevy-chase style to hunt in a Mr. Pelham’s(340) park at Lawton:  the keepers opposed, a fray ensued, a man was killed.  The haurhty baron took the death upon himself, as most secure of pardon; but however, though there was no chancellor of the exchequer in the question, he was condemned to be hanged:  Le roy le Vouloist.