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maiden name, Eleanor Audley—‘“ Reveal O Danyel.”” Everybody 
is familiar with the anagram in which the Dean of Arches set 
her down—‘“‘ Dame Eleanor Davies : never so mad a ladie.” 
About half a mile from Tisbury is Place House, now a farm. 
The proprietor was unfortunately absent, but a civil farming man 
showed the party over the premises. Formerly a manor house, it 
is of the XV. Century, with an outer and an inner gate house, the 
former having some XIV. Century scroll moulding, probably 
preserved from an earlier building. The second gate house is 
connected with the house, but without internal communication. 
The kitchen has a remarkably fine chimney. There isa very fine 
XV. Century barn, 188 feet 3 inches in length by 32 feet 
3 inches in width, a little larger than the barn at Bradford-on- 
Avon. The stables are also XV. Century. 
After luncheon at the “ Benett Arms,” the party drove from 
Tisbury through the grounds of Fonthill House, the residence of 
Mrs. Morrison, by the side of a lovely lake, and past Fonthill 
Abbey and the present dwelling house. The agent being from 
home, permission to visit the Abbey could not be obtained, but a 
distant view of it in the midst of its woods was had shortly after 
passing it. On the way the house of Mr. Rudyard Kipling’s 
father was passed, and subsequently Fonthill Giffard and Pyt 
House, the property of Mr. Benett Stanford, who now resides at 
Hatch House, a little way off. 
Proceeding through lovely scenery, with pheasants feeding all 
around, and driving past the modern mansion, Wardour Castle 
was reached. The remains of the castle are considerable though 
not large, and are valuable illustrations of Early Perpendicular. 
The inner court is small and hexagonal, the buildings surrounding 
it unusually lofty and fine. The state staircase from the courtyard 
remains with its groined vaulted roof. Under the hall, crossing 
just in the middle, was a vaulted passage connected with the 
postern gate, with a portcullis in the doorway at each end. 
Surrounded by magnificent cedars, and overgrown with ivy, the 
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