In his letter to me on that occasion, he said he had received from his
mother his "marching orders" for his next long journey; and although her
letter is now old and the ink faded, the "orders" are still firmly fixed
where that good old writer intended them to be, and, as my brother said,
they deserved to be written in letters of gold:
=_My earnest desire is that you may both be happy, and that whatever
you do may be to the glory of God and the good of your
fellow-creatures, and that at the last you may be found with your
lamps burning and your lights shining, waiting for the coming of the
Lord!_=
(_Distance walked thirty-one-miles_.)
_Tuesday, November 14th._
We had made good progress yesterday in consequence of not having to
carry any luggage, but we had now to carry our belongings again as
usual.
Totnes, we learned, was a walled town in the time of the Domesday
Survey, and was again walled in 1265 by permission of Henry III. Of the
four gates then existing, only two now remained, the North and the East;
they were represented by archways, the gates themselves having long
since disappeared. We passed under the Eastgate Archway, which supported
a room in which were two carved heads said to represent King Henry VIII
and his unfortunate wife Anne Boleyn; and with a parting glance at the
ancient Butter Cross and piazzas, which reminded us somewhat of the
ancient Rows in Chester, we passed out into the country wondering what
our day's walk would have in store for us.
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