Empaled Dymoke Sa. 3 lyons passant guardent arg. Sa. 2 lyons passant arg. crowned d’or Empaled Dymoke Marmyon Verry a fesse G. Marmyon Or. a lyon rampant double queue sa. Welles Empaled a coate defaced Welles Empaled Verry a fesse G. B. a manche, d’or. “All these Escucheons are in 2 windows, in which 2 windows are also these verses:— Alme Deus, cæli Croxby tu parce Johanni Hanc ædem fieri benefecit sponte Jo Croxby Anno milleno quater C L X quoque terno _In the other windowes_ Barry of 6 ermyne & G. 3 cresents sa. Waterton Quarterly Ufford & Beke Willughby Verry a fesse G. Marmyon Ermyne 5 fusils in fees G Hebden Arg. a crosse sarcely sa. Empaled } Quarterly Crumwell & Tateshale Crumwell Empaled } B. fesse betw. 6 billets d’or Deyncourt Empaled Dymoke Welles Sa. an arming sworde pile in poynte arg Empaled Arg. 8 bulls passant G. on a chevron arg. 3 pomeis Empaled Arg. a fesse daunce betw. 3 talbots heades erased ca. Arg. a fesse betw. 3 cooks sa. Harleyan MS., No. 6829, pp. 179 to 182 The font is plain, octagonal, Early English. In the centre of the nave are two slabs, once having had brasses, but these are no longer _in situ_. Over the porch is a parvis, as a priest’s chamber, or school. The church has a clock and six bells. The curfew, or _ignitegium_, was rung down to within the last thirty years. Among the Rectors have been two poets, one of them the Laureate of his day (1718), the Rev. Laurence Eusden, who died in 1730. A man originally “of some parts,” by inordinate flattery he obtained that distinction, which, however, invited criticism; and his mediocre abilities, accompanied by habits somewhat intemperate, provoked ridicule. Among other productions, he translated into Latin Lord Halifax’s poem on “The Battle of the Boyne.” Pope refers to him, in his “Dunciad,” thus:— Know, Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise, He sleeps among the dull of ancient days; Safe, where no critics d---n, nor duns molest Another writer says of him, Eusden, a laurell’d bard, by fortune raised, By very few men read, by fewer praised; while the Duke of Buckingham, describing, in a “skit,” the contest for the Laureateship, says, In rushed Eusden, and cryed, “Who shall have it? But I, the true Laureate, to whom the king gave it?” Apollo begged pardon, and granted his claim, But vowed that till then he’d ne’er heard of his name.