

CHAPTER VII. 



Louis XVIII. at Hartwell — The English Garden — The King has 

 his own again ; my Father escorts him to London — The 

 iManners of Parochial Clergy — Tate and Brady triumphant — 

 Horse-whipping a Miller — An Independent Tory— Anecdote of 

 Lord Palmerston and the Witty Bishop, 



When Napoleon the Great, at the beginning of this 

 century, drove the Royal Family out of France, and they 

 sought shelter with us, our Government were doubtful 

 where they could be placed in safety, so as to prevent 

 a co2ip de main either from the French themselves, 

 or by the Revolutionary party in England ; and it was 

 deemed necessary for their security that the Royal 

 exiles should reside somewhere in the centre of Eng- 

 land. Hartwell was the place selected, a stately 

 mansion surrounded with fine timber, standing in a 

 park of great pastoral beauty. A picturesque little 

 church, embosomed in trees, is within a hundred yards 

 of the mansion, with large kitchen gardens and remark- 

 ably pleasing ornamental grounds adjoining it, with 

 shady alcoves enclosing a lovely bowling-green, where 

 Louis XVIII. and his small Court were fond of disport- 



