Wednesday, July 15th. 



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long-continued drought had mapped out the foundations of the 

 west and part of the south walls of the old BELL TOWER in the 

 Close, with their buttresses, almost as clearly on the turf as they 

 could have been drawn on paper. 



The ANNUAL DINNER took place at the County Hotel— where 

 also the evening CONVERSAZIONE was held at 8.30, p.m., some 

 forty-five members being present. At this meeting The Bishop 

 took the chair — Mr. Talbot taking his place when he was obliged 

 to leave later on in the evening. The first paper was a valuable 

 and suggestive one by The Eev. E. H. Clutterbuck, on 

 " SALISBURY CONFRATERNITIES," a subject which he had made 

 his own. This was followed by a selection of music most kindly 

 provided by Canon Carpenter, Miss Httssey, and other ladies ; 

 after which a paper, or rather address, by Mr. Doran "Webb, 

 giving a short sketch of the history, and a lucid account of the 

 principal features, of ROMSEY ABBEY, to be visited on the morrow, 

 brought the evening's proceedings to a close. 



WEDNESDAY, JULY 15th. 



The party, leaving Salisbury by the 9.15 train, got out at DEAN, 

 and proceeded to the fine old red brick BARN, with its curious 

 buttresses on the south side, probably of very late fifteenth century 

 date — originally the tithe barn of Mottisf ont Abbey, but afterwards 

 used as a " Deer Barn," in which the deer of the forest were shut 

 up or fed when necessary. Above the barn, embowered most 

 picturesquely in trees, stands what remains of the OLD CHURCH 

 OF WEST DEAN, consisting of the south aisle or chantry chapel, 

 now retained as a mortuary chapel — the body of the Church having 

 been pulled down in 1868, when the new Church was built. The 

 windows of this little building are of fourteenth century date — 

 those on the north side having been built in within the arches by 

 which the aisle joined the Church. It contains three or four large 

 monuments of the seventeenth century Evelyns — two of the later 

 ones most curiously enclosed with folding iron doors or shutters — 

 whilst a small brass commemorates Greorge, son of John Evelyn, 

 the author of Sylva. The old house of the Evelyns has disappeared, 



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