When Letty had scarce passed her third glad year, And her young artless words began to flow, One day we gave the child a coloured sphere Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know, By tint and outline, all its sea and land. She patted all the world; old empires peeped Between her baby fingers; her soft hand Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap’d And laugh’d and prattled in her world-wide bliss, But when we turned her sweet unlearned eye On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry, ‘Oh! yes, I see it, Letty’s home is there!’ And while she hid all England with a kiss, Bright over Europe fell her golden hair. [Sidenote: CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER] A white marble tablet of chaste design on the wall of the nave shows a couple of sprays of bay or laurel beneath the Christian monogram, bending to right and left over the inscription, on the left to “Charles Tennyson Turner, Vicar and Patron of Grasby, who died April 25, 1879. True poet surely to be found When truth is found again.” and on the right to “Louisa his wife, died May 20, 1879. More than conquerors through him that loved us. They rest with Charlotte Tennyson in the cemetery at Cheltenham.” Charlotte was his brother Horatio’s first wife; his wife Louisa was the sister of Lady Tennyson, the two brothers having married two Miss Sellwoods, nieces of Sir John Franklin. Tennyson’s grandfather had married Mary Turner of Caistor, and Charles succeeded his uncle Sam Turner. The church, with its low broached spire, has a nave and a north aisle, but has little of the old left in it, except the south doorway and some Early English clustered pillars, and a curious plain font set on four little square legs mounted on steps. The church was rebuilt, and the schools and vicarage built _de novo_ by the Tennyson-Turners, for until his time the vicar had lived at Caistor. Under the east window outside is a stone let into the wall with three dedication crosses on it. We must follow this Caistor and Brigg highway along the edge of the Wold to Bigby, where it turns to the left, and only a byway runs north to _Barnetby le Wold_ which looks down on _Melton Ross_, so named from the Ros family to whom Belvoir came by marriage with a d’Albini heiress in the thirteenth century. Sir Thomas Manners—Lord Ros—was created Earl of Rutland in the sixteenth century. [Sidenote: THE TYRWHIT TOMBS]