"January 30th (Friday), 1719. King Charles' Martyrdom. I was not at
church, as my head ached very much.

"February 28th, 1719. We had news of the Chevalier de St. George,
the Pretender, being taken and carried into the Castle of Milan.

"September 19th, 1719. John Parsons began his year last Tuesday. He
is to shave my face twice a week, and my head once a fortnight, and
I am to give him 100 faggots per annum.

"September 30th, 1719. Talked to Mrs. Beard, for Allan Savage,
about her horse that was seized by the officers at Brighton running
brandy.

"December 5th, 1719. My Lord Treep put a ferral and pick to my
stick. [My Lord Treep was a tinker named Treep who lived in Treep's
Lane. My Lord Burt, who is also mentioned in the diary, was a
farrier.]

"July 28th, 1721. Paid Harry Wolvin of Twineham, for killing an
otter in our parish. [An otter, of course, was a serious enemy to
the owner of stews and ponds.]

"February 7th, 1722. Will and Jack went to Lewes to see a prize
fight between Harris and another.

"September 18th, 1727. Dined at Mr. Hazelgrove's and cheapened a
tombstone."

Thomas Marchant was buried September 17, 1728.

Less than two miles west of Hurstpierpoint is Albourne, so hidden away
that one might know this part of the country well and yet be continually
overlooking it. The western high road between Brighton and London passes
within a stone's throw of Albourne, but one never suspects the
existence, close by, of this retired village, so compact and virginal
and exquisitely old fashioned. It is said that after the execution of
Charles I Bishop Juxon lived for a while at Albourne Place during the
Civil War, and once escaped the Parliamentary soldiers by disguising
himself as a bricklayer. There is a priest's hiding hole in the house.

[Sidenote: A GIANT TROUT]

Some three miles north of Albourne is Twineham, another village which,
situated only on a by-road midway between two lines of railway, has also
preserved its bloom. Here, at the end of the seventeenth and beginning
of the eighteenth centuries, at Hickstead Place, a beautiful Tudor
mansion that still stands, lived Richard Stapley, another of the Sussex
diarists whose MSS. have been selected for publication by the Sussex
Archaeological Society. I quote a few passages:--

"In ye month of November, 1692, there was a trout found in