LEONARD WHEATCROFT, OF ASHOVER. 59 



(2; '• Then looking forward the coast Ijeing very clcare 

 At Routher, there I found one Adam Eayre 

 But now he's gone : left house and land behind him 

 And to be short, I know not where to find him. 

 But if any counsellor can make it out 

 He'st have his land, and I will go without. 



" (3) I'll up to Hassop to hear them sing a mass : 



There shall I know who made the old mans fias 

 (Death made it wronge), t'send him to Purgatory 

 Where he must stay till he be fit for glory : 

 But if there be such place twixt here and heaven 

 I fear he cannot pass, 'tis so uneven. 



" (4) Then did I to my panting Muses say 



' Haste and begone, you shall no longer stay 

 Haste and begone, up Caston toss your banners, 

 And call at Haddon, where liv'd ould John Manners. 

 O use him kindly I do strictly you command. 

 For unto England's poor he always was so kind.' 

 " (5) But now he's gone (like others) hence away: 

 Then for another Earl like him we pray 

 That will be kind vnto rich and poore. 

 Then God Almighty will increase his store, 

 And bless him here vpon this earthly throne, 

 And at the last call him to be one of his own. 

 " (6) Walking by the River, Stanton I did spy. 

 But neither Caston, nor a boy saw I : 

 They are all gone and nought left but ould boards : 

 Alas ! alas ! what doth this world afford. 

 There's several more that are slipt out o'th' way 

 But not one word of them I here will say. 

 " (7) Then calling back my Muses, methought I 

 Spied Little Stancliflfe standing pleasantly, 

 Well fed with springs, & deck'd with laurels greene, 

 But not one Steare i'th stall yet to be seene 

 But an ould Backer bourning of the oune* 

 'Till Steare returne, there's no one knows how soone. 

 " (8) Then on the hills I came to Darley Hall, 

 To heare that Musicke in those ashes tall : 

 Listening awhile, I not being pleased well. 

 Thought I,— Where is my pretty Cullen-bell 

 Whose name and fame made all this dale once sound ? 

 But now, that honnour's buried vnder ground. 



Baker burning of the oven. 



