rters. Crest--a lion
passant-guardant.

1. A bend between six cross crosslets, for ... Howard.

2. Three lions passant-guardant in pale--England, for ...
Brotherten.

3. Checky ... Warren.

4. A lion rampant ... Mowbray.

5. A lion rampant crowned ... Seagrave.

6. Seme de cross crosslets fitchy, and a lion rampant, double
queue ... Broes, or Bruce.

All within the garter.

On the west side, a shield, quarterly--1. Howard--2.
Brotherton--3. Mowbray--4. Seagrave.

On the east side, quarterly--1. Brotherton--2. Warren--3.
Seagrave--4. Broes.

This venerable and majestic remain of antiquity, when viewed at a
distance, has certainly more the appearance of a castle than the ruins
of one, the outward walls being almost entire, and presenting nearly
the same appearance they did thirty years ago.

Framlingham Church is a fine structure, and was built by the Mowbrays;
and the Chancel by the Howards, wherein are several stately monuments
of this noble family.

EDWARD DUNTHORN.

The original of the annexed Cut is a lithograph frontispiece to
_Framlingham_: a Narrative of _the Castle_--a poem of very
considerable merit, by Mr. James Bird, of Yoxford: the introduction to
which furnishes the following impassioned apostrophe to Framlingham
and its decaying Castle:--

Heir of Antiquity!--fair castled Town,
Rare spot of beauty, grandeur, and renown,
Seat of East-Anglian kings!--proud child of fame,
Hallowed by time, illustrious Framlinghame!
I touch my lyre delighted, thus to bring
To thee my heart's full homage while I sing!
And thou, old Castle!--thy bold turrets high,
Have shed their deep enchantment on mine eye,
Though years have changed thee, I have gazed intent
In silent joy, on tower and battlement,
When all thy time-worn glories met my sight;
Thou have I felt such rapture, such delight,
That, had the splendour of thy days of yore
Flashed on my view, I had not loved thee more!
Scene of immortal deeds! thy walls have rung
To pealing shouts from many a warrior's tongue;
When first thy founder, Redwald of the spear,
Manned thy high towers, defied his foemen near,
When, girt with strength, East-Anglia's king of old,
The sainted Edmund, sought thy sheltering hold,
When the proud _Dane_, fierce Hinguar, in his ire
Besieged the king, and wrapped thy walls in fire,
While Edmund fled, but left thee with