The lack of foliage gives many new peeps and vistas, hereabouts, which I
never saw in summer.
March 17th.--J----- and I walked to Warwick yesterday forenoon, and went
into St. Mary's Church, to see the Beauchamp chapel. . . . . On one side
of it were some worn steps ascending to a confessional, where the priest
used to sit, while the penitent, in the body of the church, poured his
sins through a perforated auricle into this unseen receptacle. The
sexton showed us, too, a very old chest which had been found in the
burial vault, with some ancient armor stored away in it. Three or four
helmets of rusty iron, one of them barred, the last with visors, and all
intolerably weighty, were ranged in a row. What heads those must have
been that could bear such massiveness! On one of the helmets was a
wooden crest--some bird or other--that of itself weighed several
pounds. . . . .
April 23d.--We have been here several weeks. . . . . Had I seen Bath
earlier in my English life, I might have written many pages about it, for
it is really a picturesque and interesting city.
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