ptember the Lord delivered Leslie into his hands at Dunbar.

It was in these circumstances that Lord Fairfax and his energetic lady
and only child went back to their Yorkshire home in the midsummer of
1650, taking Marvell with them to instruct the Lady Mary in the tongues.

Nunappleton House is in the Ainstey of York, a pleasant bit of country
bounded by the rivers Ouse, Wharfe, and Nidd. The modern traveller, as
his train rushes north, whilst shut up in his corridor-carriage with his
rug, his pipe, and his novel, passes at no great distance from the house
on the way between Selby and York. The old house, as it was in Marvell's
time, is thus described by Captain Markham, who had a print to help
him, in his delightful _Life of the Great Lord Fairfax_:--

"It was a picturesque brick mansion with stone copings and a high
steep roof, and consisted of a centre and two wings at right angles,
forming three sides of a square, facing to the north. The great hall
or gallery occupied the centre between the two wings. It was fifty
yards long, and was adorned with thirty shields in wood, painted with
the arms of the family. In the three rooms there were chimney-pieces
of delicate marble of various colours, and many fine portraits on the
walls. The central part of the house was surrounded by a cupola, and
clustering chimneys rose in the two wings. A noble park with splendid
oak-trees, and containing 300 head of deer, stretched away to the
north, while on the south side were the ruins of the old Nunnery, the
flower-garden, and the low meadows called _ings_ extending to the
banks of the Wharfe. In this flower-garden the General took especial
delight. The flowers were planted in masses, tulips, pinks, and
roses, each in separate beds, which were cut into the shape of forts
with five bastions. General Lambert, whom Fairfax had reared as a
soldier, also loved his flowers, and excelled both in cultivating
them and in painting them from Nature. Lord Fairfax only went to
Denton, the favourite seat of his grandfather, when the floods were
out over the _ings_ at Nunappleton, and he also occasionally resorted
to his house at Bishop Hill in York."[31:1]

In this garden the muse of Andrew Marvell blossomed like the
cherry-tree.

Lord Fairfax, though furious in war, and badly wounded in many a fierce
engagement, was, when otherwise occupied, a man of quiet literary
tastes, and a go