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The town of Lyndhurft makes a picturefque 

 appearance, as we approach it; but inftead 

 of entering it, we left it on the right; and 

 turned abruptly into the road to Minfted. 

 The ground here is much varied. It is hilly, 

 broken, and wooded in clumps ; with cot- 

 tages here and there, interfperfed. Nothing 

 in the paftoral ftile can be more pi<5hirefque* 



We have alfo extenfive views through 



the woods; particularly a grand retrofpec~t 

 towards Southampton. But as we approach 

 Minfted, the woods fail : all becomes cul- 

 tivation; and the idea of a foreft is in a 

 great degree loft. Soon after we enter the 

 weftern road to Ringwood, over a fpacious 

 heath. 



At the eighty-third ftone, about a quarter 

 of a mile down the hill on the right from 

 the road, v/e are (hewn the fcene of the 

 celebrated event of Rufus's death. When I 

 mentioned the free*, on which the arrow of 

 Tyrrel glanced, .1 offered fome reafons for 

 fuppofing it might be admitted, as evidence 

 in identifying the place. The fcene alfo in 



* See voL i. page 165. 



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