WINTERSLOW: ESSAYS AND CHARACTERS WRITTEN THERE. BY WILLIAM HAZLITT. Collected by his Son. LONDON: DAVID BOGUE, FLEET STREET. MDCCCL. By Permission, THIS VOLUME OF ESSAYS IS INSCRIBED IN ITS AUTHOR'S NAME TO ONE WHOM HE WOULD HAVE DELIGHTED TO HONOUR; A DIPLOMATIST FOR THE GOOD OF MANKIND; A STATESMAN FOR THE SAKE OF THE STATE; A PATRIOT WITHOUT AN EYE TO HIMSELF; TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF CLARENDON, K.G., LORD LIEUTENANT OF IRELAND. PREFACE. WINTERSLOW is a village of Wiltshire, between Salisbury and Andover, where my father, during a considerable portion of his life, spent several months of each year, latterly, at an ancient inn on the great western road, called Winterslow Hut. One of his chief attractions hither were the noble woods of Tytherleigh or Tudorleigh, round Norman Court, the seat of Mr Baring Wall, M.P., whose proffered kindness to my father, on a critical occasion, was thoroughly appreciated by the very sensitiveness which declined its acceptance, and will always be gratefully remembered by myself. Another feature was Clarendon Wood-whence the noble family of Clarendon derived their title-famous besides for the Constitutions signed in the palace which once rose proudly amongst its stately trees, but of which scarce a vestige remains. In another direction, within easy distance, gloams Stonehenge, visited by my father, less perhaps for its historical associations than for its appeal to the imagination, the upright stones seeming in the dim twilight, or in the drizzling mist, almost continuous in the locality, so many spectre-Druids, moaning over the past, and over their brethren prostrate about |