memory of Robert Hurst, of Hurst Hill, in this
county, who died 1483.[1] The church is at the southern extremity of the
town, at the foot of Denne, or Dane Hill, on the summit of which is an
artificial mound, raised by the Danes after the death of Guthrum, their
chief, to defend themselves from Alfred the Great. The top of this mound
commands an extensive view, a most prominent feature of which is a part
of the forest of St. Leonard, called Mike Mills' Race, a beautiful
avenue, a mile and a quarter long, containing about 15,000 full-grown
trees. There is a legend connected with this "race," viz. that this
part of Horsham Forest was the haunt of Mike Mills, a noted smuggler,
whom his Satanic Majesty had often endeavoured to carry off in vain.
He therefore determined on attacking him in his strong hold; and
accordingly met Mike one night accompanied by other more congenial
spirits, when old Nick challenged Mike as his property. Mike, nothing
daunted, set down his tubs, took advantage of Nick's old age, and
challenged him to a race. "If you can catch me, Nick, before I get to
the end of the avenue, you shall have me; if not, you'll have nothing
more to do with me."--"Agreed," says Nick. Away ran Mike--away ran Nick.
Nick being of too hot a temperament was soon knocked up, and Mike won
the race by half a mile; from which circumstance the place was named,
and Mike Mills rendered immortal.

W. BERGER.

[1] The steeple of the church, which is 150 feet high, is shingled,
which is the prevailing mode of the village churches in Sussex.
It has also one of the finest windows in Sussex.

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DEATH OF CAPTAIN CLAPPERTON AT SOCCATOO.

Agreeably to our promise at the close of the _Memoir of Captain
Clapperton_, prefixed to Vol. XI. of THE MIRROR, we subjoin the
following very interesting narrative of the death of this enterprizing
traveller, as narrated by Richard Lander, his servant. It forms,
perhaps, the most attractive portion of the _Journal of the Second
Expedition_, just published; and to the readers of the foregoing
memoir, will afford still further illustration of all that we have
there said of the high character of Clapperton, and his faithful
attendant, Lander.

On the 12th of March 1827, I was greatly alarmed on finding my dear
master attacked with dysenter