I never see a Sussex hill crowned by a camp, as at Wolstonbury, without seeing also in imagination a flash of steel.

Perhaps one never realises the new terror which the Romans must have brought into the life of the Sussex peasant--a terror which utterly changed the Downs from ramparts of peace into coigns of minatory advantage, and transformed the gaze of security, with which their grassy contours had once been contemplated, into anxious glances of dismay and trepidation--one never so realises this terror as when one descends Ditchling Beacon by the sunken path which the Romans dug to allow a string of soldiers to drop unperceived into the Weald below.

That semi-subterranean passage and the Bignor pavements are to me the most vivid tokens of the Roman rule that England possesses.
[Sidenote: PARSON DORSET] Charlotte Smith, the sonneteer and novelist, was the daughter of Nicholas Turner, of Bignor Park, which contains, I think, the plainest house I ever saw in the country.

Charlotte Smith, who was all her life very true to Sussex both in her work and in her homes--she was at school at Chichester, and lived at Woolbeding and Brighton--was born in 1749.

A century ago her name was as well known as that of Mrs.Hemans was later.
To-day it is unknown, and her poems and novels are unread, nor will they, I fear, be re-discovered.