A long discourse—The origin of a coat-of-arms—An English serf—A witch-stone—Lincolnshire folk-lore—A collar for lunatics—St. Mary's thistle—A notable robbery—An architectural gem—Coningsby—Tattershall church and castle—Lowland and upland—"Beckingham-behind-the-Times"—Old Lincolnshire folk.
From Poolham Hall we drove on through a lovely country, remote from railways, and pervaded by a peaceful, mellow, homelike look; bound for the out-of-the-world hamlet of Wispington. On the way our antiquarian friend began a long discourse; I write long advisedly because it lasted for nearly, if not quite, four miles, and how much longer it would have lasted I cannot say, for on arriving at a junction of roads, we broke the thread of the discourse by inquiring which road we should take. "Why, bless my soul," exclaimed he, "we've driven two miles out of our way, I quite forgot all about where we were going! This comes of our very interesting conversation." We thought "our very interesting conversation" was an excellent conceit, considering that we had been merely patient listeners all the time: however, we jokingly remarked that the talk was worth the added miles, and after all we arrived at Wispington with the best of the
