romance "Harold" here, making good use of his friend Mr. Tennyson d'Eyncourt's fine collection of early English chronicles.
A little north of Tealby is the temporarily disused church of Walesby, where once Robert Burton (1577-1640), author of the "Anatomy of Melancholy," was rector, before he went to Segrave in Leicestershire. It is hoped that this church may soon be in use again.
One of the many roads across the Wolds from Rasen to Grimsby passes through Walesby to Stainton-le-Vale and Thorganby, another goes through Tealby, Kirmond-le-Mire, and Binbrook, once a market town, and near to Swinhope, the ancestral seat of the Alingtons. Both roads after this unite and pass by East Ravendale, Brigsley, Waltham and Scartho.
A clear stream flows north through a narrow valley from Kirmond top through Swinhope, Thorganby, Croxby pond, Hatcliffe, and almost to Barnoldsby, and thence east to Brigsley, and so across the marsh to Tetney Haven.
SOUTH ELKINGTON Leaving Tealby, we climb to the top of the Ludford ridge, and, turning to the right, come to the Market Rasen and Louth highway at Willingham Corner, thence, to the left, by Ludford Magna with its cruciform church on the infant 'Bain.' To the right we notice Wykeham Hall, further on to the left the church of Kelstern, standing solitary in a field, and soon we reach the singularly beautiful and well-wooded approach to Louth by South Elkington, the seat of Mr. W. Smyth. The church here, whose patronage goes with the Elkington estate, was given about 1250 to the convent at Ormsby, which presented to it until the dissolution, when it fell to the Crown, and was given, in 1601, by Queen Elizabeth to the famous John Bolle of Thorpe Hall. This Hall we now pass on our approach to Louth, and a splendid picture awaits us when we see that lovely spire of Louth church, standing up out of a grove of trees, and eventually presenting itself to our eyes, in its full height and beautiful proportions, as we come into the town by the west gate.
The highway from Louth to Horncastle is best traversed the reverse way. Starting from Horncastle with its little river—the Bain—its cobble-paved streets and its pretty little thatched hostel, the King's Head, the Louth road brings us soon to West Ashby. Then, at a distance of four miles from Horncastle, we come suddenly on the unpretending buildings of the South-
