gne mail-boats come in day by
day, is a vane with scrolly arms, well worth noting; and, again, on a
house out toward Shorncliffe, are a couple of "fox" vanes, one of which
blustering Boreas has shorn of its tail; poor Reynard, in consequence,
is ever swirling round and round--a ludicrous object--apparently ever
seeking and never finding the aforesaid tail.

[Illustration: On Cheriton Chvrch Tovver]

[Illustration: Near Cheriton. W. Hogg. 1892.]

About a mile inland, near the Old Hall Farm, on an outhouse or piggery,
is the subject of the accompanying sketch. It has certainly seen much
better days, and is rather a quaint specimen of the genus weather-vane.
It will be noted that rude winds have carried away, almost bodily,
three out of the four letters which denote the compass-points, but have
in mercy spared poor piggy's curly tail.

[Illustration: At Newington. W. Hogg. 1892.]

A mile or so further on is a daintily-designed but very simple vane,
which stands on the north-east corner of the tower of the ancient church
of St. Martin at Cheriton. Canon Scott Robertson, the well-known
antiquarian, pronounces this tower to be of unusual interest. He tells
us that it is probably pre-Norman, but certainly was erected before the
end of the 11th century. Traces of characteristic, rough, wide-jointed
masonry and a small, round-headed doorway should be specially noted. Let
us linger in the church itself for a few moments. In the north Chantry
(13th century) we shall find an interesting mural tablet thus
inscribed:--

"Here lieth Interred the Body of Mrs. Elizabeth Raleigh, Grand Daughter
of the FAMED Sr Walter Raleigh, who died at the Enbrook, 26 day of
October, 1716, aged 30 years."

It stands close to a finely carved pulpit four hundred years old. The
north porch is a memorial to the _first_ Lord Justice of England--Sir
James Lewis Knight-Bruce, who with his wife lies buried almost within
its shadow. On an old house close by is a "cow" vane--when I made the
sketch given, pigeons by the score from a neighbouring cote kept
perching on it in a very friendly and picturesque fashion. Two miles
further in the same direction brings us to the village of Newington,
which possesses one of the quaintest little churches in Kent. Among
other things it boasts some seventeen brasses--some dating back to the
15th and 16th centuries--an ancient dial, on oaken shaft fast mouldering
away--and a picturesque wooden belfry surmounted by a vig