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Hornby, we pass through Melling. The Church is a spacious
building of late Gothic, but with a rich Norman doorway. The
handsome black marble font was presented by W. Gillison Bell,
Esq., whose residence, the Hall, which stands a little to the
north, commands an extensive and diversified view upwards of the
expanded vale.
THURLAND CASTLE.
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Crossing the Greta, we approach THURLAND CASTLE, in a spacious
park. It was built in the reign of Henry IV. and left in ruins by
the ravages of the wars of Charles I. It was however, about 30
years ago, judiciously restored; in the process of which the
demolition of the hoary gateway is to be lamented. It contains
many fine paintings by the ancient masters. Brian Tunstall, 'the
stainless,' 'that bold squire,' who fell on Flodden Field, held
Thurland Castle and the lordship; and is said to lie buried in
Tunstall Church; but Whittaker doubts the latter fact, and
assigns the recumbent statue which now lies near the altar rails,
and which tradition points out as his effigy, 'with (he says)
little diffidence' to Sir Thomas Tunstall, the founder of the
Castle.
The Moat remains unto this day - not, indeed, as a defence
against external foes - but as a habitat for the
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