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in form, but somewhat resembling an inverted pyramid, 54 feet in circumference 
at the top and 3 feet at the base. Its shape is no doubt due to natural causes, and 
its position, poised on the edge of a limestone escarpment, favours the notion that 
it may have been used in past times as a rocking stone. But on this occasion— 
either because the efforts of our Club (thinned by the tempestuous weather and 
weakened by want of food) were too feeble, or because the consciences of some of 
our members were not wholly innocent—the rock refused to rock. Had your 
President been there it is possible that his predilections for Druidism might have 
forced him, in spite of all evidence, to maintain, with Galileo, ‘‘e pur si muove.” 
After a brief glance at Monmouth we returned to Ross by railway, passing far too 
rapidly through the lovely scenery of the Wye Valley, where the noise and smoke 
of the locomotive seem out of place. The disappointments of the day were for- 
gotten in the pleasant meeting which we had with the Cotswold Club at the 
dinner-table, and truth compels me to add that the only important contribution 
made to science on the occasion came from a Cotswoldian and not a Woolhopian, 
Dr. Wright, of Cheltenham, whose reputation as a geologist is European, drew the 
attention of the two Clubs to the recent discovery made of ophiure in the Garden 
Cliff section near Westbury in the dark shales of the avicola contorta series. The 
smaller ophiura, Ophiolepis Damesii, Wr., was first found near Hildesheim in the 
avicola contorta shales and sent to the museum at Berlin after having been 
identified by Dr. Wright. Since then the same species has been found in several 
localities in England, and recently in beds of the same age in Ireland. In connec- 
tion with the same subject Dr. Wright gave some interesting particulars of the 
bone beds at the base of the Devonian, Carboniferous, Jurassic, and Cretaceous 
formations, 
Tn our third Field Meeting, July 13th, we were favoured with the presence 
of ladies, and as a consequence or a compliment the sun occasionally shone upon 
us. It could scarcely shine upon fairer scenes than those amidst which our day 
was passed, and I, for one, feel indebted to the Club for giving me an opportunity 
for visiting a district so full of interest and, ordinarily, so inaccessible. We met 
at Pontrilas Station and started immediately for Kentchurch, where some little 
time was spent inspecting the church and its numerous monuments to members of 
the Scudamore family. The mansion of that ancient Herefordshire race was 
closed on account of the recent death of its last male representative, but it may be 
some consolation for the Club to know that it possesses very few features to suggest 
the fact that for five centuries it has been the home of the Scudamores, and that 
within its walls Owen Glyndwr often found a refuge. A rough but picturesque 
mountain road brought us from thence to Garway, where a visit was paid to the 
church with its Saracenic chancel arch, detached tower, and quaint memorials of 
the Templars and Hospitalers, who lived hard by. The solitary fragment of their 
preceptory—of which even in the 17th century there were “‘ stately ruins”—consists 
of the Columbarium, which we learn from a fast vanishing inscription was erected 
in 1323. It afforded accommodation for 600 doves, but in its present state would 
be a very foul nest for any bird. The “ genius loci” has either deserted Garway or 
has failed to secure a votary in its proprietor. I could say much about the beauties 
