and fell upon the Saxons with such fury that they were driven back to that Isle of Thanet which had originally been given them for their services against the Scots of Strathclyde. "Falchions drank blood that day; the buzzard buried his horny beak in the carcases of the slain; the eagles feasted royally on the flesh of them that fell; and the whitening bones of the Northmen long afterwards strewed the fair land of Kent." Eight years later, the work of Aurelius began to be undone, and in another eight years the veteran Hengist and his son had completed the foundation of their kingdom. Crayford, it will thus be seen, is a town of considerable historic interest; but, apart from this claim upon one's attention, it has, I fear, no attraction whatever. [Sidenote: A QUAINT EPITAPH] But here is Crayford church, in whose yard is one of the quaintest epitaphs imaginable:-- "Here lies the body of Peter Isnell, thirty years clerk of this parish. He lived respected as a pious and mirthful man, and died on his way to church, to assist at a wedding, on the 31st of March, 1811, aged 70. The inhabitants of Crayford have raised this stone to his cheerful memory, and as a token of his long and faithful services. The life of this Clerk was just three-score and ten, Nearly half of which time he chaunted Amen. In his youth he was married, like other young men; But his wife died one day, so he chaunted Amen. A second he married--she departed--what then? He married and buried a third, with Amen. Thus, his joys and his sorrows were treble; but then His voice was deep bass as he sung out Amen. On the horn he could blow, as well as most men So his horn was exalted in sounding Amen. But he lost all his wind after three-score and ten And here, with three wives, he waits, till again The trumpet shall rouse him to sing out Amen.