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Frome and Longleat.—On Friday, October 7th, the excursion to 
Longleat, originally fixed for September 13th, but deferred owing 
to the serious illness of the noble owner, the Marquis of Bath, took 
place, and 33 members of the Field Club started from the Great 
Western Station at 10.18 a.m. Arriving at Frome, the noble 
church of St, John Baptist first received a visit, and the newly- 
erected rood screen, with life size figures of the crucified Lord 
and His Blessed Mother and the Evangelist St. John was much 
criticised, its colouring being gorgeous and little in harmony with 
the sombre hues of the building. The chapel of St. Nicholas is 
now converted into a baptistry, and on the floor around the font 
are inlaid Scriptural representations of the seven deadly sins, and 
the opposite Christian graces. The Lady Chapel, forming a sort 
of north transept to the nave, has beautiful painted windows 
relating the life of B.V.M., and has now an altar of its own, as 
has also the south aisle of the chancel. The reredos in Carrara 
marble and alabaster, the pulpit with figures of the eight great 
preachers of Christendom, and numerous statues of saints inside 
and outside the church, as well as the stations of the Cross, to 
the left of the ascent to the north porch were sculptured by 
Forsyth with great boldness and effect. A mural tablet to the 
two young daughters of the Earl of Cork in the Lady Chapel is by 
Westmacott. The fabric itself in its restoration shows very little 
of its original Norman character, except the arch entering the 
church from the south porch and two engraved stones built into 
the north-east corner of the south aisle. The nave is of eight 
bays, the four easternmost being of earlier date than the western, 
the columns of which latter are constructed upon the peculiar 
foundation of blocks as high as the pews. Outside the eastern 
end of the church is the unique iron tomb of the saintly Bishop 
Ken, a nonjuror, who died in 1711. 
Leaving this fine church, many of the party threaded the 
narrow and tortuous lanes of the town to the factory of Messrs. 
Rawlings, on the South Parade, and were courteously received by 
