BR3AMPTON-AMONG-THE-ROSES.
colour of the river in which the great blaze was
reflected, and how every boat, and barge, and all the
shipping, were piled high with household goods, which
the affrighted inhabitants had carried down the river-
side streets and put aboard, to escape the great confla-
gration. And ever as he talked he would keep sipping
from the silver goblet, until there was no more wine to
be had, saved from the old stock, and when the new
was sparingly supplied he took to his bed, and there
babbled of Buckingham, and the Duke of York, and
of others he had known, until he was at last gathered
to his fathers in the old family vault.
 The grandson waited patiently until the reign of
Queen Anne, having built a substantial house out of the
ruins of lodges, stables, etc., then commenced farmer
upon as much of the estate as he could recover, and
called himself plain John Brampton. So the family
went on generation after generation, with only the
roses and the ruins, and a large space of ground which
they turned into sheep walks, to tell of those who once
fought so manfully, except a few dilapidated monu-
ments in the grey old village church. The annals of
many an ancient and once noble English family has
nothing more to record, and have been very fortunate
if they have preserved a few heirlooms through all the
changes of time up to the present period.
 The History of the British Peerage contains adven-
tures of the ups and downs of once famous houses
more startling than ever befell the Bramptons, whose
descendants still dwell near their old home, Among-
the-Roses. There are only two or three timbered
tenements remaining out of the thirty buildings that
now form the old village, beside the new manor house,
as it is always called, built on the original garden
ground, where I first made the acquaintance of Chris-