Maud Heath's Causeway, 213-215 Nash, Beau, 238-240, 243, 250 Newbury, 18, 138, 146, 150-166, 253 ----, battles of, 161-165 Old-time travellers:-- Campbell, Rev. Thomas, 252-255 Moritz, Pastor, 116-123 Palmer, George, 135 ----, John, 10, 242, 243 Pickwick, 218-221 Postage of letters, 10-15, 167 Prior Park, 243, 246 Quemerford, 206 Reading, 18, 29, 130, 134-138 Salt Hill, 92, 106-111, 122 Savernake Forest, 182-185, 194 Sham Castle, 249 Silbury Hill, 198-203 Sipson Green, 91 Speen, 153, 165, 166 Speenhamland, 150, 253 Stackhouse, Rev. Thomas, 153 Taplow, 108, 124 Tetsworth water, 105 Thatcham, 21, 146, 149, 153 Theale, 145, 162 Turnham Green, 58-68 Turnpike gates, 11, 34, 45, 73, 166 Twyford, 130, 134 Wainewright, Thomas Griffiths, 59 Walcot, 228 West Kennet, 197 ---- Overton, 197 "Wild Darell," 173-182 Woolhampton, 146-149 Wyatt's Rebellion, 38 "Young's Corner," 58 PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, LONDON AND BECCLES. FOOTNOTES: [1] Stranger still, the chief informer was named Porter. [2] Tawell had poisoned his sweetheart, who, before dying, had time to denounce him to her friends. They pursued him to the station, but when they arrived there the train had gone. The telegram sent was in these words:-- "A murder has just been committed at Salt Hill, and the suspected murderer was seen to take a first-class ticket for London by the train which left Slough at 7.42 p.m. He is in the garb of a Quaker, with a brown great-coat on, which reaches nearly to his feet. He is in the last compartment of the second-class carriage." At Paddington he took a City omnibus, but the conductor was a policeman in disguise, and dogged his footsteps from one coffee-house to another, which he is supposed to have entered for the purpose of setting up an _alibi_. At length, as he was stepping into a lodging-house in the City, the police tapped him on the shoulder, with the question, "Haven't you just come from Slough?" Tawell confusedly denied the fact, but he was arrested, with the result already recounted. [3] Lord Iveagh's name is Guinness. Unfortunately for the thoroughness of the jest, there are but thirteen chapters in the Epistle to the Hebrews.