HOLY GHOST CHAPEL 123 



tural iiiucliiiiery, bids fair at no distant date to 

 become to Hampshire what Colchester and Ipswich 

 are to Essex and Suffolk. 



When the Parliamentary (jenerals were engaged 

 in the long business of besieging Basing House, it 

 may well be supposed that the town suffered greatly 

 at the hands of their soldiery. They, who were 

 experts at wrecking churches and cathedrals in a 

 few hours, had ample opportunities for destruction in 

 the four years that business was about. Their handi- 

 work may be seen to this day — together with that 

 of modern Toms, Dicks, and Harrys, who have not 

 the excuse of beino- fanatics — in the ruined walls of 

 Holy Ghost Chapel on the northern outskirts of the 

 town. Within the roofless walls of the chapel, 

 unroofed by those Roundheads for the sake of their 

 leaden covering, are two recumbent effigies, sadly 

 mutilated. Perhaps Sergeant Humility-before-the- 

 Lord Mawworm slashed them with his pike in his 

 hatred of worldly pomp ; but his zeal did not do 

 the damage wrought on the marble by the recording- 

 penknives of the past fifty years. A stained -glass 

 window^, pieced together from the fragments of those 

 destroyed here, is still to be seen in Basingstoke 

 Parish Church. 



The Exeter Road leaves Basingstoke at its south- 

 western end, where a fork of the highway gives a 

 choice to the traveller of continuing to Andover on 

 the rioht, or makino- on the left to Winchester. The 

 first villa o-e on the wav to Exeter is Wortino-, below 

 the shoulder of Battle Down, a village — nay, a 

 hamlet, let us call it— of a Sundayhed stillness. 



