Bucksted, Horsted, Maresfield, clearly indicate that it
was devoted to the chase, that passion of our countrymen
in all ages, whether indulged in by kings or nobles,
with a total disregard in other days for the welfare and
the rights of their fellow-men, or boldly followed by the
daring outlaw and his band of bowmen, or, as is now
the case, sometimes furtively and sometimes audaciously
practised by the poacher and his gang.
The name of Cowden, like that of the old town of
East Grinstead, a few miles off, implies a spot of green
pasture, in the former case placed in a valley, and showing
that it was applied to the support of animals far
more useful to man than stags and deer; and it fully
justifies its appellation. The village, which has in a remarkable
degree that appearance of comfort and cleanliness
which may be fairly claimed generally for the
villages of Kent, though seated on rising ground, is surrounded
with hills which overlook it, and the greenness
of the meadows in which it stands is very striking. It
would be difficult to find a lovelier view than that from
the garden-walk of the parsonage, and impossible to
meet with possessors of such enjoyments more anxious
to share them with their friends and neighbours, than is
happily the case with the kind and hospitable owners of
it. Close behind the parsonage stands the church, with
its lofty spire and tower,—if so it may be called, for it
seems to be all spire seated upon a framework of timber.
There are many steeples in Kent, and many more in
the Weald of Sussex, formed of this material; but there
are none, probably, where both the steeple and the base
from which it springs are, as is the case at Cowden,
covered with wood.1
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the churchyard there are the following simple and touching lines upon, the tombstone of an infant:—
" She laid him in his little grave;
''T was hard to lay him there,
When spring was putting forth its flowers,
And everything was fair."
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