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The Manor House, situate a short distance from the church at Stoke Newington, is a stately fabric, and was commenced by Thomas Gunston, Esq. who died in 1700, a short time before the building was completed. The house and manor then became the property of his sister, who was married to Sir Thomas Abney, an alderman, and afterwards Lord Mayor of London. On the death of the last surviving child of this family, who died in 1782, the lease of the manor was sold to Jonathan Eade, Esq. it afterwards, by purchase, became the property of J. W. Freshfield, Esq. whose residence it now is.
In the hall is a library, formerly Dr. Watts's study. In the gallery is the chamber in which the doctor always slept. In the Grecian room is some handsomely painted panels. In one over the fire-place is a piece of water, on which is a swan: this is said to have been painted by Dr. Watts whilst the artist, employed in ornamenting the room, was gone to dinner. The learned doctor painted the window shutters in the painted room, with various emblematical representations of Death; Time; Strength destroyed; Life poured out; the Gunston Arms in mourning; and the City Arms hung with crape. These paintings are still preserved with commendable care and veneration. The amiable and pious divine died here in 1748, in the 75th year of his age.
Oh, what a glorious world I see !"
Here, all things are as bright and fair
Why have I lost these scenes so long,
He wandered on for many days,
Much did he grieve, and sorely vex'd,
Who art thou, boy, that thus intrudes In these sequester'd solitudes ?"
LOVE," said the God," and thine for ever!?
And thou hast eyes, and love has none,
For once abash'd-young Cupid stood,
And be in Heaven a theme of mirth?"
While thus he thought, he found a dart,
And instantly transfix'd her heart.
"Oh!" cried the maid, "thy tears must cease, I would not wound thy bosom's peace: No more will I repulsive prove,
For pity ope's the heart of love!"
She sigh'd, and Cupid to her arms
"She could not bear it! She, oh, never!
Here," said the god, "shall none intrude, For Love is fixed in solitude,"
THE SOLDIER'S DAUGHTER.
BY H. M. JONES, AUTHOR OF THE WEDDING RING,"
Whene'er her faltering tongue
His veil o'er ev'ry fault she made.
Here is a letter for you, dear, dear grandmother; who
The old dame hastily pushed away her spinning wheel, and
The old woman wiped away the tears that dimmed her spec-
Edwin Blandford was the father of Rose; but from the
He had, it was true, from time to time written to Dalton,