The mystery of his being accorded a monument in Reigate Church is explained when we learn that his uncle, the Rev. John Bird, was both patron and vicar. A further inscription beyond that already quoted was once in existence, censuring the judge and jury who condemned him. Traditions long survived of his mother, on every anniversary of his execution, passing the whole day in the church, sorrowing. The date of the monument's disappearance is not clearly established, but old inhabitants of Reigate have recollections of the laughing workmen, during the rebuilding of the tower in 1874, throwing marble figures out of the windows, and speak of the fragments being buried in the churchyard. For the rest, Reigate Church is only of mild interest; excepting, indeed, the parish library, housed over the vestry, containing among its seventeen hundred books many of great interest and variety. The collection was begun in 1701 by the then vicar. A little-known fact about Reigate is that the notorious Eugene Aram for a year lived here, in a cottage oddly named "Upper Repentance." [Illustration: TABLET: BATSWING COTTAGES.] The road leaving Reigate, by Parkgate and the Priory, passes a couple of cottages not in themselves remarkable but bearing a curious device intended to represent bats' wings, and inscribed "J. T. 1815." They are known as "Batswing Cottages," but what induced "J. T." to call them so, and even who he was, seems to be unknown. Over the rise of Cockshut Hill and through a wooded cutting the road comes to Woodhatch and the "Old Angel" inn, where the turnpike-gate stood, and where a much earlier gate, indicated in the place-name, existed. Woodhatch, the gate into the woods, illustrates the ancient times when the De Warennes held the great Reigate, or Holm, Castle and much of the woodlands of Holmesdale. The name of Earlswood, significant to modern ears only of the great idiot asylum there, derives from them. Place-names down in these levels ending in "wood" recall the dense forests that once overspread Holmesdale: Ewood, Norwood, Charlwood, Hartswood, Hookwood--vast glades of oak and beech, where the hogs roamed and the prototypes of Gyrth, the swineherd, tended them, in the consideration of the Norman lords of little more value than the pigs they herded. The scattered "leys"--Horley, Crawley, Kennersley, and the like--allude to the clearings or pastures amid the forest. Many other entrances into those old bosquets may be traced on the map--Tilgate, Fay Gate, Monk's Gate and Newdigate among them; but the woodlands have long been nothing but memories, and fields and meadows, flatness itself, stretch away on either side of the level road to, and beyond, Horley, with the river Mole sluggishly winding through them--a scene not unbeautiful in its placid way.