Richard Hagurnell grants a rent-charge and a bushel of corn yearly

Margaret, daughter of Seer le Hagurner, grants lands near Brecon .

She makes a further grant of land for support of
the poor
Matilda le Hagurner grants lands adjoining her
sister Margaret's meadow, held of Stephen de
Surdeval

She confirms the donations of her sister Margaret
Margaret le Hagurner, with her husband's consent,
grants lands

Stephen de Surdeval grants to Simon, son of G., lands which the latter had brought into cultivation at a yearly rent

William de Burghill, rector of St. Michael, farms of the Priory certain tithes of the parish of Scethrog He recognises the right of the Priory to the

William de Burghill, as the Lord of Benny, has the Prior's permission to celebrate offices for the dead in his chapel of Benny

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William de Mara gives the Prior liberty to build up on his land of Little Hereford the pool of Berrington mill

The Abbot of Lire acknowledges that the manor and mill of Berrington are free from tithes Notification of settlement of dispute accordingly Ralph Bishop of Hereford confirms this agreement. Inspeximus by A., Bishop of St. David's, of a transcript of the Charters of Brecon Priory, signed by the Archbishop.

Archbishop Boniface confirms the donations of the founder, R. Earl of Hereford, his brothers, and the de Braose family

Norwich taxation of the possessions of the Priory in the Archdeaconry of Brecon, and in the diocese of Hereford .

Answers of Prior of Brecon to the Abbot of Battle (Magd. Coll., Oxford)

Pope Nicholas' taxation

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Further calculations on the basis of taxation

The Burgesses of Brecon agree to pay the Prior a yearly sum for the tithes of Brecon

Exemplification of royal letter 20 Edward I, relative
to the rights and privileges of the Priory in the
town and lands of Builth
Letters of general procuration

THE FRENCH LANDING AT FISHGUARD.

ON the third day of the month Ventose, in the sixth year of the Revolution (or, as Christian folks prefer to call it, February 21st, 1797), the inhabitants of Ilfracombe, North Devon, were terribly upset by the entry of three French frigates into their little harbour. The unwelcome strangers proceeded forthwith to scuttle certain luckless merchantmen which were lying alongside, and having performed this friendly action, stood out to sea again, steering north-west.

One can fancy what the good men talked about over the cider that night in the old Britannia Inn; telling their cronies how these unbreeched, frog-eating Mounseers had denied their God, and chosen a harlot in His stead; how they had murdered King and Queen, and deluged France in her best blood; how Carrier had travestied marriage, binding men and women in pairs, and cast them into the Loire; how even at that very time a young Corsican brigand was ravaging, plundering, and murdering the Italians in spite of Pope and Kaiser. Such things were, no doubt, common enough on that terribly comical Continent; but it was preposterous that freeborn Britons should be annoyed in their island sanctuary by this horde of tiger-monkeys. What