Then his genealogy was of the most satisfactory description.

Carews had dwelt at Crompton in direct succession for many a century.

Charles I., it is almost unnecessary to state, had slept there--that most locomotive of monarchs seems to have honored all old English mansions with a night's visit--and had hunted in the chase next morning.

Queen Elizabeth had also been most graciously pleased to visit her subject, John Carew, on which occasion a wooden tower had been erected for her in the park, from which to see "ten buckes, all having fayre lawe, pulled down with grey-houndes;" she shot deer, too, with her own virgin hands, for which purpose "a cross-bowe was delivered to her by a nymph with a sweet song." These things, however, were in no way commemorated.

Carew was all in all: his devouring egotism swallowed up historical association.