By the ~Rev. Canon J. K Jackson, F.S.A. 



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mother had a wealthy brother in the West Indies, Mr. Zachary 

 Bailey, who took the family under his protection and educated 

 young' Edwards. The education was entirely in the English 

 language : for it was rather later in life that he began the usual 

 Latin, in which he says he made no great progress for he found it 

 "inexpressibly disgusting." He was fond of writing, and, strange 

 to say, ventured upon turning Horace into English verse : but it 

 was only after he had got somebody else to translate the "inex- 

 pressibly disgusting " into English for him. Ultimately he became 

 rich by succeeding to some property, came home, sat in Parliament 

 for Grampound, and died in 1800. He purchased Chalcote, but 

 shortly before his death sold it to a younger brother. He was the 

 means of ejecting from the West Indies Dr. Wolcott, the famous 

 Peter Pindar, who was in that country doing mischief by some 

 furious poetry. 1 



White Horse. 



I cannot bring to a close the few notes of Westbury history now 

 strung together without saying a few words upon that which is, in 

 one sense, the most conspicuous object in the parish ; to get a hasty 

 sight of which the heads of young and old press towards the carriage 

 window as the train approaches Westbury railway station. In the 

 old coaching days we used to have more time for seeing whatever 

 was worth looking at along the line of the turnpike roads. In these 

 days of flying locomotion we can see nothing but our book or 

 newspaper ; the journey is almost a dead blank, for no sooner does 

 a Church or other object come in sight than it is out of sight again 

 directly : something like the flash described in Midsummer Night's 

 Dream : — 



" Brief as the lightning in the collied night 

 That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, 

 And 'ere a man hath power to say, Behold ! 

 The jaws of darkness have devour'd it up. 



But at Wantage and at Westbury we are disappointed if the 

 weather is too foggy to let us see the White Horse. There is, 



1 Gent. Mag., 1800, Part 2, pp. 702, 793. 



