Her sister, Catherine Turner, afterwards Mrs.Dorset, was the author of _The Peacock at Home_, a very popular book for children at the beginning of the last century, suggested by Roscoe's _Butterfly's Ball_.

Mrs.Dorset, by the way, married a son of the vicar of Walberton and Burlington, whose curious head-dress gave to an odd-looking tree on Bury hill the name of Parson Dorset's wig--for the parson was known by his eccentricities far from home.

The old story of advice to a flock: "Do as I say, not as I do," is told also of him.
[Sidenote: VILLAGE HUMILITY] The little village of West Burton, east of Bignor, is associated in my mind with an expression of the truest humility.

A kindly villager had given me a glass of water, and I unfolded my map and spread it on her garden wall to consult while I drank.

"Why," she said, "you don't mean to say a little place like West Burton is marked on a map." This is the very antipodes of the ordinary provincial pride, which would have the world's axis project from the ground hard by the village pump.