the church, and reduced them.  There is a gloomy gateway and dunccons, in one of which I conclude is kept the old woman who, in the time of the late rebellion, offered to show Lord Robert Sutton(73) where arms were hidden at Worksop.(74) The Duchess complimented him into dining before his search, and in the mean time the woman was spirited away, and adieu the arms.  There are fine monuments of the old Fitzalans, Earls of Arundel, in the church.  Mr. Chute, whom I have created Strawberry king at arms, has had brave sport a la chasse aux armes.

We are charmed with the magnificence of the park at Petworth,(75) which is Percy to the backbone; but the house and garden did not please our antiquarian spirit.  The house is entirely new-fronted in the style of the Tu’lleries, and furnished exactly like Hampton Court.  There is one room gloriously flounced all round whole-length pictures, with much the finest carving of Gibbins that ever my eyes beheld.  There are birds absolutely feathered; and two antique vases with bas relieves, as perfect and beautiful as if they were carved by a Grecian master.  There is a noble Claude Lorrain, a very curious Picture of the haughty Anne Stanhope, the Protector’s wife,(76) pretty but not giving one an idea of her character, and many old portraits; but the housekeeper was at London, and we did not learn half.  The chapel is grand and proper.  At the inn we entertained ourselves with the landlord, whom my Lord Harvey had cabineted when he went to woo one of the Lady Seymours.

Our greatest pleasure was in seeing Cowdry, which is repairing; Lord Montacute(77) will at last live in it.  We thought of old Margaret of Clarence, who lived there; one of her accusations was built on the bulls found there.  It was the palace of her great uncle, the Marquis of Montacute.  I was charmed with the front, and the court, and the fountain; but the room called Holbein’s, except the curiosity of it, is wretchedly painted, and infinitely inferior to those delightful stories of Harry the Eighth in the private apartment at Windsor.  I was much pleased with a whole length picture of Sir Anthony Brown in the very dress in which he wedded Anne of Cleves by proxy.  He is in blue and white, only his right leg is entirely white, which was certainly robed for the act of putting into bed to her; but when the King came to marry her, he only put his leg into bed to kick her out of it.

I have set up my staff, and finished my pilgrimages for this year.  Sussex is a great damper of curiosity.  Adieu! my compliments to your sisters.

(73) lord Robert Sutton, third son of the Duke of rutland.

(74) A seat of the Duke of Norfolk in Nottinghamshire.

(75) A seat of Sir Charles Wyndham, who succeeded to the title of Earl of Egremont on the death of his uncle Algernon, Duke of Somerset.

(76) Second wife of Edward, Duke of Somerset, Protector in the reign of his nephew, Edward VI.-E.