The Hall-o'-Wood estate, Lysons says, passed to one of the family of Kelsall by marriage. In a manuscript book, written in 1733, by a Mr. Parrot of Bignal-End, in Audley,1 it is stated, "Richard Kelsall, of Halmerend had two sons, William and Richard. He gave William Hall-o'-Wood estate, and Halmer-end he gave to his son Richard, who married, and had three sons - Richard, William, and John. William, the uncle gave to Richard, his nephew, the Hall-o'-Wood estate, and his son now enjoys it," (i.e. 1733). It appears from this, that Hall-o'-Wood had been in the Kelsall family from the beginning of the 17th century, and I doubt much whether Lyson's statement of its passing to it by marriage, is correct. In a pedigree of the family, taken from the Audley registers and the Parrot manuscript, I do not find that any Kelsall married a Wood: probably, the estate was purchased by Richard Kelsall, who, in 1628, married Dorothie Boothe, and, as Parrot says, gave it to his son William, who left it to his nephew Richard.

The Kelsall family is of great antiquity. It was originally of Kelsall, in the parish of Tarvin, Cheshire, from which it has derived its name:-

2 Edw. II. Thos de Buckleigh obtained from Adam de Kelsall and Eva his wife 6 messuages and 4 acres of land in Kelsall" (It is remarkable that this Adam was lucky enough to find an Eve for his helpmeet.) "Thos. de Kelsall was in the list of Cheshire men excepted in the general act of pardon by Henry IV, in the 1st year of his reign, for adhering to Rich II.

1335. Willm. Kelsall was Sheriff of Chester.

1350. Stephen de Kelsall was Mayor of Chester.

1 Now in the possession of William Salt, Esq., 29, Lombard-strett,

London, a great collector of matters relating to the History and Antiquities of Staffordshire.

The elder branch became extinct at an early period. A younger branch was of Heathside, and Bradshaw Hall, near Cheadle, Cheshire; they bought Bradshaw A.D. 1550. James Kelsall, of this family, settled in Audley, in the county of Stafford, and, in 1563, married Johanna Shorte, and is said to have died A.D. 1583, at the extraordinary age of 107 years, having a numerous family. His eldest son, William, born 1565, married, 1592, Anne, daughter of Andrew Beech, (clericus, Audley.) In 1644 this William Kelsall was fined 30s. by the Parliamentary committee, and, in 1646, he with his son John, his curate, were sequestered. John returned in 1660, and continued the registers. Richard, the youngest son, born 1606, married, on the 10th January 1628, Dorothie Boothe; and I believe, as I have already stated, purchased Hall-o'-Wood. Their eldest daughter, Anne, born 1637, married, 1660, Smith Child, of Boyles Hall, Audley, an ancestor of the present Smith Child, Esq., of Rownall Hall, near Leek, and M.P. for the Northern Division of the county of Stafford. William Kelsall, their eldest son, was born 1641. To him his father gave Hall-o'-Wood. He left the estate to Richard, the eldest son of his younger and only brother, Richard, whose son, as we learn from Parrott, enjoyed it in 1733. From that date to 1802 it was possessed by the Kelsalls, when he family became extinct in William Kelsall.1 The Hall-o'-Wood estate became, by inheritance, the property of the Tait family, from whom Mr. Samuel Peake, of Silverdale, purchased it; at whose death, his son, Mr. Walter Peake, sold it to Mr. Goodfellow, of Tunstall, Staffordshire. (This occurred since I ceased to be Rector of Barthomley; I am glad to be enabled to say, that the present proprietor has put the house and grounds into excellent order.)

When I was a boy, Mrs. Kelsall, the widow of the last Kelsall, lived at the Old Hall, which, with its grounds, bore the semblanceof belonging to one who had the means to keep them up. The approaches to the house were always clean and neat; gigantic oaks spread their branches far and wide; grass plots were nicely mown; the old walled gardens were in fruitful or-

1 See Bathomley Monuments.

der; and fishponds, so important to the kitchen before our days of locomotive wonder, were in repair, and well-tenanted with the finny tribes. But a cruel change has come over all since her departure: the carriage-drives have lost their vestige; the fine old trees are levelled to the ground; the house and gardens are in a state of delapidation, exhibiting the mournful consequences of intemperance and dissipation! But let me not forget to speak of Mrs. Kelsall. Forget her, perhaps, I never shall. They who endear themselves to the child, live ever after in the memory of the man.

She was the type of a class almost extinct - the tidy, sensible housewife of a British yeoman; and the very beau-ideal of respectability and cleanliness. I see her seated in her arm-chair; her blacksilk bonnet, trimmed with lace and broad ribbon, just permitting the border of a clean white cap to peep from under it; her snow-white muslin neckerchief crossed in ample folds upon her bosom; its ends disappearing beneath a black silk gown; for black she always wore, it was the symbol, not so much of grief, as of her unfading attachment to her departed friend and husband. She was, what her bible taught her to be, 'a keeper at home;' there she'looked well to the ways of her household;' there she dispensed her bounties, and the poor rose up and called her blessed! Once a year, indeed, she left her home, but it was for health. A fortnight, or at the most three weeks, she would tarry at the sea-side, or Buxton, and bring back trophies of her travels, in lank pieces of sea-weed, or ornaments of spar. No one was more regular and punctual at her church than she. When the Sabbath came, then came the weekly service of an antique chariot, never used but on this, or some pressing occasion; drawn by two fat, sleek horses, 'for the righteous are merciful to their beasts,' and driven by a round, fat postilion, telling of beef and beer, it rolled along. Hanging behind, as footmen do in London, was a tall, thin, bony man, to whom we gave the nickname of 'long John;' and inside, with the old lady, was her niece, or Betty Silvester, her cook and housekeeper, for she was kind to her dependants, and

a happy unpresuming familiarity existed between her and them. Stately was her approach to church; the roads were bad and heavy; the horses short of wind; a hollow, drum-like sound accompanied the movement of the vehicle, unlike the noiseless luxury of chariots now. Her's was a progress, heralded by its own sounds, and dignified by the slowness of its pace.

At Hall-o'-Wood we paid an annual summer visit. Oh! the halcyon days of childhood! How we longed for the certain invitation, and counted the laggard hours till we started on our trip of happiness! and a comical start it was! About eleven o'clock of a bright summer's morning might be seen, issuing from the Rectory gates, a heavy broad-wheeled waggon, the name of Basford legibly painted thereon. Two horses - driven by Thomas Owen - of a better description than commonly used in such-like carriages, are affixed to it, and move prancingly along, and, with jumps and starts, shew that they are unaccustomed to the weight behind them. At the front of this waggon are two chairs, on one of which is seated a tall, portly gentleman; on the other, his wife. In the body of it are boards, or benches, for a goodly array of jocund children. The party consists of the Rector, his wife, and their little ones, sallying forth to Mrs. Kelsall's, and whom nothing less than a roomy waggon can now contain, for, year by year, the number is increased, and all are there but the sleeping baby in its cradle. Pleasure beams on every face: and each jolt of the waggon elicits a remark of fun and laughter, except when one from a deep-worn rut drew from the gentle sex a scream, soon hushed, or mercilessly quizzed by the boys.

We arrive at Hall-o'-Wood. 'Long John' lifts child after child from the waggon. Betty Sylvester receives us; yes! and presumes to kiss us; A chair is brought for the Rector and our mother, who descends by its means with becoming care and gravity. Into the house we go, and are welcomed by our mild and smiling hostess and her niece. I shall not describe the dinner: it was such a one as a well stocked farm, with sundry extraneous aids, can supply, and appreciated and valued more than all other feasts besides. After dinner, 'Long John' devotes himself to our service. With him we visited the gardens, and picked the fruit; the stables, and admired the horses; the farm-yard, and fed the fowls and pigeons. We went, too, with him to the head of a good sized pool, and threw in crumbs of bread, and, with shouts of joy, watched the fishes darting for their food; and, as in this world of solid earth, the large and strong oppressing the small and weak. Fare thee, fare thee well! thou scene of pleasantness! thou art gone in thy reality for ever! Yet thou lingerest like a dream about my mind, filling it with sweet visions of my childhood - fresh, innocent, and bright; and helping to dissipate the gloom which anon will hang upon the rugged, stern pursuits, the care-worn path of manhood!