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had long since faded, the very name of its founder 

 being not beyond doubt. The active mind and dili- 

 gent pen of the late rector did, however, after a 

 course of well-nigh forty years, tell their tale, and the 

 name of this quiet little Yorkshire village became 

 more widely known than that of many a place of 

 much greater size. 



The village itself lies snugly sheltered from 

 northerly blasts in a well-wooded valley at the 

 foot of one of the East Riding wolds. This valley 

 runs in a south-westerly direction, and as you stand 

 above it, on the top of the steep hill fittingly 

 called Totterdown the scene is a striking one 

 indeed, being one of the most extensive views in 

 the Riding. Right away to the north-west can 

 be seen the range of the Hambledon Hills, many 

 miles beyond the northern capital, while the whole 

 of the fertile vale of York lies open before you. 

 The eye takes in a wide field, including Selby 

 Abbey and Howden, together with Doncaster in 

 the extreme distance. The silvery line of the 

 Humber, with the Lincolnshire hills beyond, bounds 

 our vision towards the south ; while the little village, 

 in its peaceful seclusion, nestles immediately below 

 you. Towards its easternmost boundary is the site 

 of the old nunnery just alluded to, with the remains 

 of its moat and fish-ponds, the plan of the whole 

 being clearly traceable ; at the opposite end of the 

 village stands the ancient church of St. James, with 

 the Rectory house hard by. As you look at them 

 from afar, both church and parsonage appear to 



