composition extant, and quoted in the "Suffolk Garland," she wing this last transaction in a very humorous light. The following is a transcription.

The King has sent for Bigod bold,

In Essex whereat he lay,

But lord Bigod laugh'd at his Poursuivant,
And stoutly thus did say:

"Where I in my castle of Bungay,

Upon the river of Waveney,

I would ne care for the King of Cockney."
Hugh Bigod was Lord of Bungay tower,
And a merry lord was he,

So away he rode on his berry-black steed,
And sung with license and glee,
"Where I in my castle of Bungay,
Upon the river of Waveney,

I would ne care for the King of Cockney."
At Ipswich they laugh'd to see how he sped,
And at Ufford they star'd, I wis,

But at merry Saxmundham they heard his song,
And the song he sung was this;

"Where I in my castle of Bungay,

Upon the river of Waveney,

I would ne care for the King of Cockney."

The Baily he rode and the Bailey he ran,
To catch the gallant Lord Hugh,

But for every mile the Baily rode,

The Earl he rode more than two;
Saying, "Where I in my castle of Bungay,
Upon the river of Waveney,

I would ne care for the King of Cockney."
When the Baily had ridden to Bramfield oak,
Sir Hugh was at Ilksall bower;

When the Baily had ridden to Halesworth cross,
He was singing in Bungay tower-

"Now that I'm in my castle of Bungay,
Upon the river of Waveney,

I will ne care for the King of Cockney."

When the news was brought to London town,

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How Sir Bigod did jest and sing,

Say-you to Lord Hew of Norfolk,"

Said Henry, our English King,

"Though you be in your castle of Bungay,

Upon the river of Waveney,

I'll make you care for the King of Cockney."

King Henry he marshal'd his merry men all,
And through Suffolk they march'd with speed.
And they march'd to Lord Bigod's castle wall,
And knock'd at his gate, I rede;

"Sir Hugh of the castle of Bungay,

Upon the river of Waveney,

Come doff your cap to the King of Cockney."

Sir Hughon Bigod so stout and brave,
When he heard the King thus say,

He trembled and shook like a May-mawther,
And he wished himself away;

"Were I out of my castle of Bungay,
And beyond the river of Waveney,

I would ne care for the King of Cockney."

Sir Hugh took three score sacks of Gold,
And flung them over the wall,

Says, "Go your ways, in the Devil's name,
Yourself and your merry men all!

But leave me my castle of Bungay,

Upon the river of Waveney,

And I'll pay my shot to the King of Cockney."

Henry, however, well knowing the dangerous character of the man with whom he had to deal, thought it more prudent to create a friend, than retain an enemy. He therefore restored Earl Hugh, to his honours and possessions. Hugh Bigod, died in 1178, and was buried at Thetford, within the precincts of the monastery of black Cluniac monks, who held large possessions there.

There is little else to interest the visitor-- historically—in the town of Bungay, but the relic of the Castle. The degraded condition of even the remains of this building, adds however, a mournful contemplation to those thoughts which naturally spring in the mind, upon noticing the present state of this

Strong eyrie of a baron bold."

For in surveying these relics of a military age, we are naturally carried back into the times, when the constitution of society was such as to render it necessary, that each man possessing aught to lose, should possess places of strength to keep it. To live, and keep" one's own," in the period when our hero, Hugh Bigod flourished, needed a dauntless heart, and an iron arm.

Woe to the weak-the craven-and the poor, in times like those. The lowly became the legitimate prey of the mighty; and when strength failed, even in those who had once been powerful, the wasting of the strong sinew, and the appearance of a shallow coffer were noted, and a hundred hands were ready to accomplish the utter prostration of power and wealth, even though in times gone by, the feeble holder, might have been omnipotent in both. Those days of fear are however, happily for us, times only for the pen of history to chronicle. Even the weapons of the hour are gone for ever. They have departed from the sight. Or if the eye does light upon such odd things, it is only in the museums of the curious, or suspended above the tomb of some bold hero who bore them, in the cloistered recesses of some cathedral aisle or the lowly chancels of country churches, in order to shew, that he liked not the parting with them even in death.

TOPOGRAPHICAL PARTICULARS.

BUNGAY is pleasantly situated on the River Waveney, which is navigable, as high as this town for small vessels. In 1688, it was destroyed by a fire, but has since then been rebuilt in a neat and modern style. The town consists of two parishes, Bungay St. Mary, and Bungay St. Trinity, with their respective churches. St. Mary is a beautiful structure, of a large size, and is provided with a fine organ.

The free grammar school attached to this town, enjoys the privilege of sending two scholars to Emanuel College, Cambridge. The places of amusement, consisting of a theatre, and an assembly room, are neat structures, and generally well frequented. The market place, which is considered as handsome as any in the county, is pleasantly situated on a rising ground,

and conveniently divided for the sale of different commodities. The great roads leading to the large towns in the neighbourhood, branch out from the market place, and form the principal streets; these are broad, well paved, and well lighted.

As the river nearly surrounds the town, the inhabitants carry on a brisk and profitable trade, in corn, malt, flour, &c.

The extensive printing establishment of Messrs. Childs', than which there is no other in the provinces of half its magnitude, is an ornament to the town, and affords employment to a great number of the inhabitants.

The following curious relation, is taken from a tract in the British Museum, and the event recorded, is mentioned by Stowe, in his additions to Hollinshead.

"TEMPESTE IN SUFFOLKE.-On Sundaie the fourth of August, between the hours of nine and ten of the clocke in the forenoone, whilest the Minister was reading of the second lesson in the Parish Churche of Bliborough, a Towne in Suffolke, a strange and terrible Tempest of Lightning and Thunder strake through the wall of the same churche into the ground, almost a yard deepe, drave downe all the people on that side above twentie persons, then renting the wall up to the Vestrie, clefte the doore, and returning to the Steeple, rent the timber, brake the Chimes, and fled towards BONGIE, a Towne six miles off. The people that were striken downe were found grovelling more than halfe an houre after, whereof, one man more than fortie yeares, and a boie of fifteene yeares old were found starke dead : the others were scorched. The same, or the like flash of Lightning and cracks of Thunder rent the Parish Church of BONGIE, nine miles from Norwich, wroong insunder the wiers and wheels of the Clocke, singd two men which sat in the Belfreie, when the others were at the procession or suffrages, and scorched another which hardlie escaped."

In the Title of the Original is a rude Cut of a BLACK DOG. "A STRAUNGE and terrible Wunder wrought very late in the parish Churche of BONGAY, a Town of no great distance from

the Citie of Norwich, namely the fourth of this August in ye yeere of our Lord 1577, in a great tempest of violent raine, lightning and thunder, the like whereof hath been seldome seene. With the appearance of an horrible-shaped THING, sensibly perceived of the people then and there assembled. Drawen into a plain method according to the written copye by ABRAHAM FLEMING."

THE PREFACE TO THE READER.

"Among men it is growen in custome, to have forewarnings of afterclaps, as beacons built upon hilles, which then are set on fire, when danger is eminent and at hand; alarum bells serving to the same purpose, and other inventions of men proceeding and provi. ded of policie, to prevent or else to prepare agaynst that which is perilous. Every man canne arme himself, when hazard is at hand, to save him and his as hee is able: for the preserving of temporall things, Jesus, how painefull and venturous wee bee; and no sooner shall a premonishment bee given, but wee arr furnished, I warrant you, to the proofe. God warneth us by signes fro' Heaven by fierie apparaunces in the airr, moste terrible, by wonders wrought on earthe, straunge and unusiall, by exinundations of waters, beyond their appointed limits, by the removing of senselesse trees from the naturall place where they were planted; by the great power which the Prince of Darkness, through God's permission and sufferaunce, hath recovered; by many late moste miserable murthers not to be named, much lesse to be committed among Christians; by insurrections full of daunger and detestable treason on this side the seas; by tumults and uprores between Princess of Foreign nations; and what should I say more? By the trump of his sweet and Heavenly Gospel, sounded unto us out of the mouth of his messengers. But wee will not be warned-wee will tumble still upon the bedde of wantonnesse, and drincke ourselves druncke with the wine of sensualitie; but whiles wee lye wallowing in the sinke of our Sodomiticall sine, wee may be consumed with a Sodomiticall or a Babylonicall destruction.

God open the eyes of our hartes, that wee may see in what wildernesses, among what wild beastes and devouring serpents