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A History of Swindon
and its Environs
BY THE LATE
EDITED WITH NOTES BY GRACE TOPLIS
WITH MAP AND ILLUSTRATIONS
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|I. Ancient Swindon||1|
|II. Holyrood Church||26|
|III. Swindon in 1867||51|
|V. Liddington Wick||108|
|VI. the Marlborough Road||132|
|VII. the Devizes Road||157|
|VIII. the Oxford Road||181|
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
note.The illustrations are reproductions from drawings by Miss Agnes Taylor, Ilminster, mostly from photograph taken especially by Mr. Chas. Andrew, Swindon.
LIFE teaches no harder lesson to any man than the bitter truth as true as bitter that "A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house." And foremost among modern prophets who have had to realize its bitterness stands Richard Jefferies, the "prophet" of "field and hedgerow" and all the simple daily beauty which lies about us on every hand. The title of "The Painter of the Downs" might be given to him, as it was to the veteran artist H. G. Hine, for his glorification of his native country in wordpictures as vivid and glowing as the colours on the canvas.
But Wiltshire never realized, during his lifetime, the greatness of the man whom she had reared, and it is open to question whether she honours his memory now. "I can't see what people find to admire in his books, I can see nothing in them" has been said again and again by those who live among the sights and scenes which he loved so well, and made familiar to jaded readers in the town.
For Sir Walter Besant was right. It is the Londoner who appreciates what Jefferies has to tell of "the Life of the Fields." " Why, we must have been blind all our lives; here were the most wonderful things possible going on under our very noses, but we saw them not.
Nay, after reading all the books and all the papers every one that Jefferies wrote between the years 1876 and 1887, after learning from him all that he had to teach, I cannot yet see these things. I see a hedge; I see wild rose, honeysuckle, black briony herbe aux femmes battues, the French poetically call it blackberry, hawthorn, and elder. I see on the banks sweet wild/lowers, whose names I learn from year to year, and straightway forget because they grow not in the streets. I know very well, because Jefferies has told me so much, what I should be able to see in the hedge and on the bank besides these simple things; but yet I cannot see them, for all his teaching. Mine alas!are eyes which have looked into shop windows and across crowded streets for half a century, save for certain intervals every year; they are helpless eyes when they are turned from men and women to flowers, ferns, weeds, and grasses; they are, in fact, like unto the eyes of those men with whom I mostly consort.
None of us-poor street-struck creatures can see the things we ought to see." These are the readers who appreciate Jefferies.
And of these are formed the elect forty thousand who feel the charm of his written words.
"His own country" may question his right to be numbered among her great men, but he is safe in his own niche in the Campo Santo of English Literature, and neither neglect nor disparagement avail now for hurt or wounding.
In a handy little Tourist's Guide to Wiltshire, Mr. R. N. Worth says: "Wiltshire needs not to be ashamed of its worthies," and gives a list of honoured names; but the name of Richard Jefferies is not on his list. "save in his own country, and in his own house." The spell of Jefferies Land must be sought in his later books: Wild Life in a Southern County, Wood Magic, Round About a Great Estate, etc., etc.; or, better still, it may be sought and found on a summer's day by any wayfarer on the Downs who possesses a seeing heart and eye. But, in his early days, Jefferies could find no utterance for the vision which came to him, and yet, even then, in his crudest and most unformed period, he was loyal to his country, and desired to do it honour. His History of Swindon and its Environs was written in the days when he worked for the North Wilts Herald, in which the last pages appeared in June, 1867, when he had but a boy's second-hand acquaintance with the facts and traditions he collected so laboriously, "I visit every place I have to refer to, copy inscriptions, listen to legends, examine antiquities, measure this, estimate that; and a thousand other employments essential to a correct account take up my time. . . . To give an instance. There is a book published some twenty years ago founded on a local legend. This I wanted, and have actually been to ten different houses in search of it; that is, have had a good fifty miles' walk, and as yet all in vain. However, I think I am on the right scent now, and believe I shall get it." There was no sparing of time and labour in this early work of his. Let this be remembered before it receives harsh judgment.
In the preface to The Early Fiction of Richard Jefferies, obvious criticism is anticipated, and reasons are given for the republication of his boyish writings. The latter may be quoted in this volume.
"Why then do these early efforts make their appearance in this permanent book-form ? ''For two reasons; the least worthy of which is, that a book-lover yearns to make his collection complete, and the Juvenilia of other great writers are 'taken as read' and placed with their fellows lest one link should be missing.
But the reason for the student is that they illustrate as can be done by no comment from outsiders the mental growth of the man, and his unusually slow development as a writer.
This is why they possess interest in the eyes of a Jefferiesian student, and why they are offered to the reading public as intellectual curios." The task, therefore, of editing his History of Swindon presented some unusual difficulties, due to two facts that it was written during the period of his immaturity; and that thirty years have elapsed since he wrote it. The first difficulty lay in the style of his writing, in his authoritative pronouncements on matters antiquarian far beyond the bounds of his boyish knowledge of the past; the second difficulty lay in the changes which thirty years have brought to Swindon, and in the difference between the Then and the Now.
After much consideration, it seemed better to issue the book as his work, and as he wrote it, with all its merits or faults as the reader may pronounce. To bring the History of Swindon up to date, to eliminate all the "facts" which time has disproved, to revise his "antiquarian" statements with the fuller knowledge of a later day, would possibly have resulted in a more useful book of reference, but it would not have been the work of Richard Jefferies. The Editors task has been confined, therefore, to mere annotation and explanation of what the young Jefferies wrote; and if local antiquarian societies will do it the honour of rectifying crude judgments, and disproved "facts" so much the better for the wider public of readers whom this volume will never reach.
In addition to the usual historical works of reference, the following authorities have been consulted:
|Wiltshire, extracted from Domesday Book||H.P. Wyndham|
|Wiltshire The Topographical Collections of John Aubrey F.R.S a.d. 1659-70. Corrected and enlarged by J. E. Jackson. 1862|| Aubrey.|
|Beauties of Wiltshire. 1825||J. Britton.|
|The Natural History of Wiltshire. Edited and Elucidated by J. Britton. 1847||Aubrey Britton.|
|Tracts relating to Wiltshire. 1856-72.||J.E.Jackson.|
|Annales of England. 1615||Stow--Howes.|
|History of England under the Norman Kings.Translated from German of Dr. Lappenberg, by Benjamin Thorpe 1857.|| Lappenberg.|
|Dictionary of National Biography||Ed. Leslie Stephen.|
|Autobiography of John Britton. 1850.||Britton.|
|Ancient Hills. Roman Era .||Sir R. Hoare.|
|History of the Rebellion.Edited by Macray. 1888.||Clarendon.|
|History and Antiquities of the Duchy of Lancaster. 1817||Gregson.|
|Wiltshire Archaeological Magazine : "The White Horses of Wiltshire."||W. C. Plenderleath.|
|Reliques of Ancient English Poetry.||Thomas Percy.|
|Six Old English Chronicles. (Ethelwerd, Richard of Cirencester, etc.).||A. Giles.|
|The Fairford Windows. Monograph.||Rev. J. G. Joyce.|
|Round the Works of our Great Railways.|
|Swindon: Fifty Years Ago, More or Less.||W. Morris,|
CHAPTER I ANCIENT SWINDON
THE early history of Swindon is involved in obscurity. The works by whose aid the mist of antiquity has in many places been considerably cleared away, until the outline at least, if not the details, of the structure our forefathers reared, is perceivable, here give no assistance. There does not appear to have ever been a monastery at Swindon. Its streets no doubt have been perambulated by the massthanes, the hooded noblemen of the cloisters, but they do not seem to have ever taken up a permanent residence.
There is no chronicle of Swindon, so the want which the monks supplied in other places is severely felt here. It is impossible to compile an uninterrupted narrative. Facts there are, and traditions there are, scattered up and down a long vista of years; but no art, short of fiction, could combine them into a chronicle.
It does not appear that any great event of national importance ever took place at Swindon no royal murder or marriage; no battle seems to have been fought, no castle built, not even a castrament remains in Swindon itself to bear a witness to bygone deeds of blood blood which writes itself so indestructibly wherever it has been spilt. Hence no writer, no historian, mentions Swindon, nor gives any account of it as a place the memory of which was worth preserving for what had occurred there.
Even the etymology of the name Swindon is uncertain. The most probable conjecture assigns its origin to the Danes. In the year 993 the celebrated Sweyn1 king of Denmark, 1 Swend was the son of Harold Blaatand, and received at baptism the name of Otto, but he soon cast away the Christian faith, and waged war on behalf of Thor and Odin.
He probably took a part as a private Viking in the first three years of piracy which devastated Wessex. Died at Gainsborough, 1014.
During one of his seasons of adversity he was won back accompanied by Olave,1 king of Norway, made his first piratical descent upon the coast of England. Though bought off several times, he invariably returned with increased forces, and at length, coming to Bath, received the homage of the western thanes, or noblemen, and ascended the throne of England. This was in the year 1013 a.d. Sweyn was much of his time in the western counties, hence it is conjectured that Swindon means no more than Sweyn's-don, dune, or hill the hill of Sweyn.
Dune, now usually pronounced don, was a Saxon word for hill it survives still in down, of which there is a sufficiency in the neigh-
|to the faith from which he had apostatized, and became a zealous founder of Churches.|
|Danish writers testify to his piety, but German and English writers are silent on the subject.|
|For St. Edmund he had a special hatred. In marching to Bury to plunder the minster dedicated to him, he was suddenly stricken with the malady from which he died.|
|Tradition says he had a vision of the saint riding armed to destroy him. His body was embalmed by an English lady, and taken, at her own cost, to Denmark, where it was buried in his own church of Roeskild.|
|Freeman says of Swend that he was a great man, if greatness consist in mere skill and steadfastness in carrying out An object; his glory is that of an Attila, or a Buonaparte.|
1 Olaf Tryggwasson.
bourhood. Should this conjecture be correct, it would follow that Sweyn must have had some connection with this place, resided here, or made it the scene of some of his exploits.
Strange to say, this Sweyn seems to be the first and the last royal celebrity who came into connection with Swindon. In eight centuries nothing of national importance is recorded as taking place here, except this visit of Sweyn, and even that is a matter of supposition. This is tolerably good evidence that the town was for many hundred years of little or no importance. A history of Swindon, properly so-called, would not extend over a period of more than one hundred years: yet the place seems to have existed for eight hundred years.
The only way in which its existence can be rendered evident is by tracing the descent of the surrounding landed property from owner to owner.
The first of whom any record appears to exist as possessing land at Swindon was Earl William, a celebrated nobleman in the days of Edward the Confessor, whose reign extended from 1042 to 1066. The domain of Swindon had in all probability previously belonged to the Crown, since it is mentioned that Earl William held it by right of charter, and to the Crown it again returned about 1050 a.d., that nobleman exchanging it for an estate in the Isle of Wight. In what manner it became sub-divided does not seem recorded, but when Domesday Book was compiled by order of William the Conquerorbetween 1082 and 1086the lands at Swindon were in the possession of five persons. Three of these were small, and the remaining two extensive proprietors. All were public men, attendants upon the Conqueror, probably Normans, who came into possession by right of conquest, as a reward for following their master. The first in point of grandeur, celebrity, and the extent of his possessions, was no less a person than Odin.1 chamberlain to the Conqueror. The
|1 Swindon, as referred to in Domesday Book. "Odinus, the chamberlain, holds Svindone. Torbertus held it, T. R. E., and it was assessed at 12 hides. Here are 6 ploughlands.|
|Two of them are in demesne with 2 servants. And 6 villagers and 8 borderers occupy 3 ploughlands. The mill pays 4 shillings. Here are 30 acres of meadow, and 20 acres of pasture. It was valued at 60 shillings; now at 100.|
|Milo holds 2 hides of this manor, and he has 1 ploughland.|
|Odinus claims them."|
|[Odinus Camerarius tenet Svindone. Torbertus tenuit|
second was the Bishop of Bayeux. Odo, Bishop of Bayeuxof course a Norman, for at that date there does not seem to have been a single British bishop who rendered himself infamous by his tyranny and ambition. When an insurrection broke out in the north, occasioned by the intolerable oppression of another Norman bishop, he of Bayeux marched there with an army, slaughtered the inhabitants, and though an ecclesiastic, actually plundered the cathedral of Durham. He was now found to have a design on the Papacy, and set sail for Rome, attended by a retinue of knights and barons, when King William, who scarcely desired to see a vassal of his an infallible pope, met him off the Isle of Wight, and seized him with his own hands.
The bishop cried out that he was a "clerk and minister of the Lord." "I condemn not a clerk or a priest, but my count, whom I set over my kingdom," replied
|T. R. E. et geldabat pro 12 hidis. Terra est 6 carucatae.|
|In dominio sunt 2 carucatae, et 2 servi. Et 6 villani et 8 bordarii cum 3 carucatis. Ibi molinus reddit 4 solidos.|
|Et 30 acrae prati, et 20 acrae pasturae. Valuit 60 solidi; modo 100. De hac terra tenet Milo 2 hidas et ibi habet i carucatam. Odinus eas calumniatur.]|
the king, and he was sent as a prisoner to Normandy.1
1 Stow, in his Annales of England, says :" About this time many tempests raging in the world, certaine Soothsaiers of Rome declared who should succeed unto Hildebrand in the Popedom, they affirmed after the decease of Gregorie, Odo to bee Pope of Rome. Odo Bishoppe of Bayou, hearing this, who (with his brother) governed the Normanes and Englishmen, little esteeming the power and riches of the west kingdome, unlesse by right of the Popedom, might largely rule all ye inhabitants of ye earth, he sendeth to Rome, he buyeth a palace, he seeketh out the senators, who with great gifts he given he joyneth with him in amitie, he sendeth for Hugh, Earle of Chester, and a great company, . . . and hartely prayeth them to goe with him to Italy . . . beyond the river of Poo. Prudent King William, when hee heard of such great preparations, allowed not thereof, but thought it to be hurtfull to his kingdome, and many others, wherefore, he hastily saileth into England, and sodenly unlooked for in the Ile of Wight met with Odo the Bishoppe, and now desirous with great pompe to saile into Normandy, and there ye chiefest of his Realme being gathered together in the king's hall, the king spake in this sort. 'Excellent Peeres, hearken my wordes diligently, I beseech you give unto me your wholsome counsaile.
"'Before I sailed over the Sea into Normandie I commended the government of England to my brother the Bishoppe of Bayou. . . .
"'My brother hath greatly oppressed England and hath spoiled the Churches of their lands and rents, hath made them naked of the ornaments given by our predecessors, and hath seduced my knights and contemning me purposeth to traine them out beyond the Alpes, into foraine kingdomes,
Such was the Bishop of Bayeux, whilom owner of a great portion of the land registered in Domesday Book as Swindon. His history reveals what will now appear a strange state of matters. When Swindon was in its infancy eight centuries ago, a bishop commanded an army, and plundered a cathedral, than which two things it would be impossible to name others more opposed to what is at present considered the mission of a clerical dignitary.
Moreover, he was the "count whom I set over my kingdom." Here is a bishop, a count, a general, and a robber, all in one. Could anything show more conclusively the confusion which followed close upon the Conquest?
an over great dolour grieveth my heart; especially for the Church of God, which he hath afflicted. . . . Consider you worthely what is to be done hereupon, and I beseech you insinuate it unto me." "And when all they fearing so great a performance, doubted to pronounce sentence against him, the valiant king saide, hurtfull rashnesse is alwaies to bee repressed....
" Now the king committed his said brother Odo to prizon, where he remained about ye space of foure yeers after, to wit, to the death of King William."
This is confirmed by Sappenberg, trans. Thorpe, in his History of England, quoting from William of Malmesbury and others.
Under the Bishop of Bayeux there were two tenants; they were named Wadard, hence they were probably related. Alured of Marlborough also held land at Swindon. He seems to have been a very extensive proprietor in North Wilts at that date. One Uluric, too, owned property here, and the fifth was Ulward, the king's prebendary, whatever that may mean.
The lands registered as Swindon in Domesday Book afterwards received distinctive names.
There was Haute, High, or Over Swindon, Nether Swindon and Even Swindon. Haute, High, or Over Swindon was undoubtedly upon the hill. Over is a prefix not uncommonly found before names of places indicating their position to be over, or above that town whence they drew their origin, or with which they were connected. An instance is Overtown at Wroughton, which still retains its name, and whose position indicates its origin, being situated high up upon the hill over-looking Wroughton. Besides Haute, Nether, and Even Swindon, there was Wicklescote, now known as Westlecott. It may be observed that north-east of Westlecott is a hill known as Iscott hill. Cot comes from a Saxon word meaning habitation, and is still preserved in cottage. It is probable that these two places Westlecott and Iscotthave been the seat of habitations from the earliest times. Wicklescote afterwards belonged to persons of the names of Bluet and Bohun. Bohun is a name very celebrated in English History during the reign of Edward I. That monarch proceeded to tax both clergy and laity at his pleasure, heedless of the Great Charter, but was at length compelled by Humphrey Bohun and Roger Bigod,1 two great noblemen, not only to
1 Roger Bigod, fifth Earl of Norfolk, Marshall of England, born 1245, son of Hugh Bigod, justiciar. When called upon to serve in Gascony, while Edward took command in Flanders, he refused.
" By God, earl, you shall either go or hang." " By God, O king, I will neither go nor hang." The Council broke up, and Bigod and Bohun were joined by more than thirty of the great vassals. In answer to a general levy of the military strength, the two earls refused to serve in their offices of marshall and constable, and were therefore deprived of them.
When Edward sailed for Flanders, leaving the Prince in charge, they made the most of their opportunity, and protested boldly against exactions, being joined by the citizens of London. An assembly of the magnates and knights of the shires was called, Bigod and Bohun appeared in arms, the prince was obliged to confirm the charters.
Upon the return of the king the earls demanded of him
a confirmation in person, to which after long hesitation he yielded.
After this, and the death of Bohun in 1298, Bigod's power seems to have collapsed.
He made the king his heir, and gave up his marshall's rod.
Surrendered his lands and title, receiving them back intail.
A chronicler ascribes this surrender to a quarrel between Roger and his brother John.
1306. Bigod died without issue, and in consequence of his surrender his dignities vested in the crown.
He married twice : 1. Alina, daughter and co-heir of Philip Basset, chiet justiciar of England in 1261, and widow of Hugh le Despenser, chief justiciar of the barons.
2. Alice, daughter of John of Hainault.
Humphrey Bohun, fourth Earl of Hereford, son of Bigod's colleague, took an active part in opposing the Despensers and Edward II. He was killed at Boroughbridge,1322.
A Bohun held the Basset lands.Dictionary of National Biography.
confirm that charter, but to add a clause to it by which it was provided that the nation should never in future be taxed without the consent of Parliament, a wise enactment which has secured the property of the subject against the rapacity of rulers, and also proved the foundation of England's wealth. All honour to the illustrious Humphrey Bohun. Wicklescote was then held under the manor of Wootton Bassett. Later, in the reign of Edward III., who occupied the throne from 1327 to 1377, the Everards and Lovells were proprietors. A Katherine Lovell, seemingly in the reign of Henry IV. (1399 to 1413), gave certain lands at Wicklescote to Lacock Abbey, which, at the dissolution of monasterieswhich took place in the year 1535were bought by John Goddard, Esq., of Upper Upham. Sir Edward Darell, of Littlecote, near Hungerford, had lands here in the early part of the reign of Edward VI. John Wroughton had the manor in the seventh year of Henry VI., that is, in 1429.
The manor of High Swindon was conferred by King Henry III. (reigned from 1216 to 1272) upon a relation of his, in fact, his halfbrother, William de Valence, the celebrated Earl of Pembroke, of Goderich Castle. His son, Aylmer de Valence, held it in the year 1323. Valence is a name familiar to the readers of Sir Walter Scott's novels. Aylmer de Valence, it will be remembered, is the hero or one of the principal characters in Castle Dangerous; and is there represented as the nephew of the Earl of Pembroke. The widow of Aylmer de Valence held the manor in 1377.
She was known as Mary de St. Paul, Countess of Pembroke, and her memory has been perpetuated in consequence of her having founded Pembroke Hall, Cambridge. Aylmer de Valence having died without issue, part of the estate fell to the daughter of his sister, Elizabeth Comyn. She married Richard, second baron Talbot of Goderich Castle, who thus became owner of this part of Swindon. The Talbots were a celebrated family. Shakespeare has immortalised the name in one of his historical dramas. Later, in 1473, it belonged to John, Earl of Shrewsbury. At this date the manor was held under what was known as the Honor of Pont'large.1 At length, in the year 1560, the estate was purchased by Thomas Goddard, Esq., of Upham, ancestor of the present owner, A. L. Goddard, Esq.
Phillip Avenell had landed property at Swindon in the time of Edward I. He held it under the Abbess of Wilton. The names of Avenell, Spilman, and Everard are found here about 1316 a.d.
|1 Or Pont de lArche.|
Olivia1 Basset, wife of Hugh Despensera distinguished namehad an estate at Swindon in the seventh year of Edward I., that is, in 1279. The grandson2 of this Olivia Basset married Eleanor, co-heir of Gilbert de Clare, Earl of Gloucester.3 In the thirty-third year of the burly monarch, Henry the Eighth, a Wenman owned the estate known as Even Swindon. The Abbey of Malmesbury, the Monastery of Ivychurch, and later, the Everards and Alworths also held portions of these lands, which were originally in the hands of only five proprietors. The Wenman family seem to have purchased their property here about 1541, or soon after the dissolution of monasteries. At the same time, Sir Thomas Bridges bought some lands at Swindon. He was the ancestor of the Duke of Chandos. In the days of the Virgin Queen Elizabeth the woods, "super Rectoriam," were purchased from the Crown by Thomas Stephens, of Burderop.
The Viletts also held landed property at Swin-
|1 Her name is also given as Oliva, or Aliena.|
|2 Hugh Despenser, junior|
|3 Hence the "Coate of Clare."|
don; the family is now (1866) represented by Mrs. Rolleston, of the Square, Swindon.
At the present day (1866) the largest landed proprietor of Swindon is A. L. Goddard, Esq.
He also owns the estate known as Broome.
This, in the reign of Edward I., belonged to the priory of Martigny. Afterwards, at the dissolution of the monasteries, it came into the possession of the Seymours, an ancient and widespread family. Later it descended through Katherine, the daughter of Charles, sixth Duke of Somerset, to the Wyndhams of the Egremont house; from whom it was purchased by the present owner. When Aubrey, the wide- famed Wiltshire antiquarian, came to Swindon about two centuries ago, he seems to have visited Broome, since he alludes to it in the following passage: " Mem.At Brome, near Swindon, in a pasture ground, near the house stands up a great stone, q. Sarsden,1 called Longstone, about 10 feet high, more or less, which I take to be the remayner of a Druidish Temple; in the ground below are many stones in a right line, thus: O O O O O O O."
|1 The etymology of this word is uncertain. Aubrey|
The stone seems to have disappeared, but to this day the field is known as Longstone field.
There still remain a number of Sarsdens scattered about, but without any apparent attempt at order. A similar stone is said to have once stood in Burderop Park, about a mile further.
Whether Aubrey was right or wrong in his conjecture concerning the Druidical origin of the assemblage of stones which he saw, it is now of course impossible to tell, unless some fortunate discovery should throw light upon the matter. It may be remarked that on the slope of the field known as Brud-hillsome say
derives it from Sarsden (Cesar'sdene?) a village three miles from Andover. Other suggestions are A. S. selstan = great stone. A. S. sar = grievous, stan = a stone. A. S. sesan = rocks. Sarsens or sarsdens are also known as grey wethers or Druid stones.Hunter.
Canon Jackson comments: "Of the great stones mentioned by Aubrey none are now remaining." Mr. Morris says: "I resolved on finding out, if possible, what had become of 'the remayner of a Druidish Temple,' and after some years I was rewarded for my trouble by making the discovery that the stones were actually sold to the Way- wardens of Cricklade, and removed to that town, where they were broken up and used to make good the pitching in the streets. ... If this was the use the Swindonians of old were prepared to make of 'the remayner of a Druidish Temple,' the world at large may feel thankful that they had no control over Stonehenge and Avebury."
Blood-hill, a name that would indicate fighting adjoining the Park at Swindon, there is beside the footpath, a similar row of Sarsden stones to those seen at Broome by Aubrey, though these are much sunk in the, earth.
The extent of Swindon, both during the Saxon times and for centuries after, was in all probability inconsiderable, that is, as a town.
There were probably a few great mansions scattered here and there, the residences of the tenants under the great families, who from time to time owned the adjacent estates; and near these the cottages of the labourers. The remains still existing of this period are so very inconsiderable that it is next to impossible to found even a probable conjecture upon them.
A few years ago what was considered a Saxon arch or doorway was discovered in a cellar in High Street, and whilst making some excavations in the New Road, it was stated that the Workmen came upon a Saxon pillar. Remains Such as these must ever be liable to suspicion, there being no corroborative testimony in the shape of coins or similar articles. Saxon Swindon seems to have entirely disappeared; nor has Norman Swindon met with any better fate. Mediaeval Swindon, may, perhaps, in a certain sense, remain in a few scattered carvings of no importance, but even these are doubtful.
It was not until Thomas Goddard, Esq., of Upham, purchased the Swindon estate in 1560 that' the place emerged from obscurity. The Goddards then became the principal proprietors, and the leading family of the town, and have remained so ever sincethrough a period of three centuries.
Even during the Civil Wars Swindon seems to have in a general sense escaped notice.
Both the Parliamentary forces and those of the King must have marched within a few miles of the place, if they did not pass through; at any rate it is not improbable that a detachment came here. Just before the first battle of Newbury, which took place in 1644, the Earl of Essex fell back before the King from Tewkesbury, surprised a Royalist garrison at Cirencester, and, continues Lord Clarendon, the historian of the war: "From hence the Earl, having no farther apprehension of the king's horse, which he had no mind to encounter upon the open campagne, and being at the least twenty miles before him, by easy marches, that
his sick and wearied soldiers might overtake him, moved through that deep and enclosed country, North Wiltshire, his direct way to London," closely pursued by the King and Prince Rupert, who came up with the enemy about seven miles from Swindon, and an action ensued, which turned out in favour of the Royalists. If Swindon ever became the scene of civil contention it was probably when the two hostile armies passed by at such a small distance. Some few years since, while making excavations in the middle of Wood Street, just opposite Mr. Chandler's, the workmen came upon a number of human bones, amongst them a fine skull, which was preserved. A similar discovery was made in Cricklade Street.
These remains may have had some connection with those unhappy times when England was divided against itself, but of course this is no more than a conjecture.
Shortly after the Civil War came to an end, Aubrey, the Wiltshire antiquary, visited Swindon, and has left the following cursory memorandum of its condition at that date : "Swindon. This towne probably is so called, quasi Swine-Down, for it is situated on a hill or downe, as well as many other places, viz., Horseley, Cow-ton, Sheep-ton, etc., take their names from other animals. It is famous for the Quarrie, which is neer the Towne, of that excellent paveing stone, which is not inferior to the Purbec Grubbes, but whiter, and will take a little polish; they send it to London; it is a white stone; it was not discovered until about thirty years agon: and I am now writing in 1672: yet it lies not above 4 or 5 foot deep. Here is on Munday every weeke a gallant Market for Cattle which encreased to its now greatness upon the plague at Highworth, about 20 years since.
"Here, at Highworth, and so at Oxford, the poore people, etc., gather the cow-shorne in the meadows and pastures and mix it with hay, and strawe, and clap it against the walles for ollit; they say 'tis good ollit, i.e., fuell: they call it Compas, they meane I suppose, Compost. All the soil hereabout is a rich lome of a darke haire colour." It will be observed that Aubrey gives Swindon anything but a dignified origin.
Aubrey, however, is by no means an infallible authority. Though an earnest, painstaking, and often most intelligent antiquarian, he often displays a childishnessa gossiping disposition similar to that which made him labour so hard at the collection of ghost stories which led him to adopt the first thought that occurred, without investigation, and to take up time and paper, in recording little peculiarities, like that of the "cow-shorne," which would have been much more usefully expended in giving an account of the condition of the place itself. Swine are not fed as a rule upon downs;1 when herds of swine were kept their chief haunts were the forest,the boar's native homewhere acorns, beech masts, and roots, can be found in abundance. Nor, although in later times Swindon has become celebrated for its pig market, could such a circumstance be regarded as having given rise to its name, for the simple reason that the market was not held until the middle of the seventeenth century, and the place is registered as Swindon2 in Domesday Book, compiled towards the end of
1 Mr. Jackson also questions Aubrey's derivation: A down is not suitable for fattening swine. More likely named from some owner, a Saxon or Danish "Sweyne," a name still well known in the county.
2 Svindone or Svindune.
the eleventh century. Aubrey was probably misled by the sound. Swindon certainly does bear an affinity to Swine-don, when pronounced with the i long. There does not appear any other ground whatever for the conjecture, nor can this ground be admitted. Sweyn-dune is a far more reasonable conjecture.
Even at that date it seems Swindon was famous for its quarries. The stone was even sent to London. It may be remarked that the spring of water known as the Wroughton spring, it being just out of the town on the Wroughton road, was discovered upon making some excavations in search of stone in the adjoining field; it is said not much over a century since. It is only necessary to take a glance at these quarries to see to what a wonderful extent they have been worked since their discovery some 200 years agoa good and indisputable testimony to the quality of the stone.
A few years back an interesting discovery to geologists was made in that quarry known as Tarrant's. It was a stem of a tree fossilized.
Scarcely a mantlepiece in the town that was not furnished forthwith with a piece of this fossil tree, so great was the curiosity awakened by the discovery, yet so much larger was the supply than the demand, that two large logs, if such an expression may be used, still remain in Mr.
Tarrant's yard, Sands, visible to all passers-by.
The "gallant Market" to which Aubrey refers, still continues to be held, though under very different auspices to those beneath which it was then conducted. A magnificent building now shelters corn dealers from the inclemencies of the weather, while in a short time cattle will be accommodated immediately without the town. It appears from these cursory notes of Aubrey that there was a cattle plague in the country to ruin and intimidate farmers two hundred years ago as well as now, or rather as two years since. The market was held on the same day then as nowMonday. This market owes its existence to Thomas Goddard, a descendant of the one who purchased the estate at Swindon in 1560. Thomas Goddard, Esq., obtained a charter1 to hold a weekly market, and two fairs yearly in 1627, which said markets and fairs have been duly observed since in the Square, Swindon. The custom to which
|1 This charter was printed in the Swindon Advertiser, 12th September, 1859.|
Aubrey refers with respect to "cow-shorne"1 at Highworthif he means that it was used as fuelis remarkable in one way, since a somewhat similar one obtains in Palestine, according to travellersit might there be termed camel- shorne.
"What's one's bane is another's blessing," says the old proverb. The plague which harassed Highworth proved beneficial to Swindon, which seems to have escaped the ravages of the cattle disease as well in the seventeenth century as in the nineteenth. It would be interesting to learn the symptoms of that cattle disease which overran the country in the seventeenth century in order to compare it with that which so lately assumed so threatening an aspect. The market, established in 1627 by Thomas Goddard, Esq., was probably the making of Swindon. Henceforward it became indisputably a town. He seems to have been the only man in a course of eight centuries who showed anything approaching public spirit towards the place. The Goddard family very
|1 Shard or shorn, by some thought to be the derivation of Shakespeare's " shard-born beetle " : i.e. bred in shard or dung [Macbeth] (Jackson).|
early had a connection of some sort with Swindon. The name is said to be found in deeds relating to the parish so far back as the year 1404over four centuries ago. They have been magistrates and members of Parliament for many generations.
The few preceding facts have been almost all that it has been found possible to gather, which in any way throw light upon the ancient state of Swindon. It is from them, and from their scarcity, very evident that the place was in old times of very little importance as a town.
These facts, however few and meagre, are, it is probable, all that will ever be found. Swindon, it must be recollected, never boasted a monastery, nor was it ever made into a corporate town. Many places which were once of importance sufficient to render a corporation necessarysuch as Wootton Bassettare now declining, or at a standstill, whilst Swindon, less favoured in days gone by, is rapidly expanding and developing its resources. Still, however modern may be its importance, a town that can date from before the Conquestback to the days of the Danes and the famous Sweyn, can never be despised in point of antiquity.
ALTHOUGH Swindon had no monastery, yet it had a church from the earliest times, known as Holyrood, or more familiarly spoken of as the "Old Church" to distinguish it from the new; for Holyrood, as a place of worship, is a thing of bygone days. The bells are silent, the belfry itself has disappeared, and of the body of the church, only the chancel and two ancient ivy-covered arches remain. There were no literary monks at Swindon in the mediaeval ages to leave behind them a curious chronicle for the learned of to-day to decipher letter by letter and sentence by sentence but there is the churchyard record with its ever-open pages, all saying the same thing, though in so many different ways; tombstones and tablets with many a tale of times gone by traced upon them. Here are no gaily-decorated manuscripts, but here is the handwriting of
death, and its emblazonry of cross-bones, urns, and praying figures. Not a step can be taken through this ancient churchyard that does not tread upon those who have lived and died, and disappeared; scarce a turf can be turned without bringing to light the melancholy and mouldering remains of mortality. Here the awful line of the poet Young is literally true
"Where is the dust that has not been alive?"
>p>Look at the rank, tall grass, damp even at noonday; its roots are nourished by that which once gaily trod the grass of its day under foot. Look at the dark green moss upon the tombstonesshortly it will fill up and hide the last memorial of those who lie beneath; others there are which have sunk out of sight in the same earth which received those they were intended to commemoratesuch is the end of man. Even the graven stone cannot perpetuate his memoryhe dies, and his place knows him no more. Verily this is the home of the dead. Why did our ancestors erect their sacred buildings so near their mansions? Here is the churchyard actually coming up to the very wall of the house. The same thing may be observed at Lydiard Tregoze, the seat of Lord Bolingbroke, where the church and the manor house almost touch. Probably priestly influence had something to do with itthe present generation would scarcely be gratified with the view of funerals being conducted beneath their very windows. To-day men appear to endeavour to become fearless of death by placing it out of sight, rather than by familiarising themselves with its accompanimentsprobably on the theory that familiarity breeds contempt. The appearance of Holyrood Church, so far as it is possible to judge from descriptions and drawings, must have been very venerable, though it had not the slightest pretension to architectural beauty. The tower, which was square and dwarfed, as if left unfinished, and much overgrown with ivy, stood at the western end and opposite the chancel. On the northern side was a kind of transept. The pillars which supported the nave are of a rather unusual shape, sexagonal. The two arches which remain have a very ancient appearance, increased by the ivy which encircles them. That portion which has been preserved is simply the chancel. It originally was in the possession of the Rolleston family, who were under an obligation to keep it in repair, but upon the demolition of the ancient edifice and the completion of Christ Churchthe present place of worship they transferred their rights to the new building, and the parish undertook the charge of maintaining the old church. The old church having been found inadequate to accommodate the constantly increasing population of Swindon, it was proposed to enlarge and restore it, and the committee appointed for that purpose had agreed to recommend to the parish the adoption of a design by the celebrated architect, Mr. Gilbert Scott, for that purpose. The late Mr. Goddard, however, offering a new site,1 and his son, Mr. A. L. Goddard, promising a donation2 towards the building, the parish, at a vestry meeting, decided to erect a new church on another site. The donation of Mr. Goddard formed the nucleus of a building fund, the liberality of the parishioners and the indefatigable exertions of the Rev, H. G. Baily, the vicar, among his friends, providing the remainder of
The total cost of the church was £8,000. Mr. Baily1 worked with great energy, and he had a large share in obtaining for his parish the beautiful edifice known as Christ Church.2 The Diocesan Society of that day refused any grant because the living was not in the patronage of the bishop, and the Incorporated Church Building Society were only able to give £130. The materials of the old church, save the chancel, which was preserved, were sold to assist the fund for erecting the new edifice. The bells (the tenor was cracked and re-cast) were removed to the new church, and are those now in the Parish Church. Holyrood was not the original designation of the church. In the fourteenth centuryand very early in it, 1302it was dedicated to St. Mary. About fifty years after this date, or in the year 1359, the vicarage was first endowed. The monastery of Wallingford had a certain interest in the place, the monks having a pension, which was taken out of the rectorial tithes. Before the dissolution of monasteries that great blow which was dealt in 1535 to the Roman Catholic religionthe Priory of St. Mary, Southwick, had the rectory. Hence it will be seen that although no monastery was ever in existence at Swindon, it had, through its church, connection with several of those great nurseries of the Catholic faith. The Abbey of Malmesbury, the Nunnery of Wilton, the Monastery of Ivychurch, near Sarum or Salisbury, the Monastery of Wallingford, and lastly the Priory of Southwick, had all, to a more or less degree, some interest in Swindon, whose ancient inhabitants were therefore doubtless well acquainted with the cowl and its customs. It may be remarked that after a lapse of many centuries the Catholic faith has once again begun to make headway in Swindon as well as in other localitiesthere being a Roman Catholic chapel in Bridge Street, New Swindon, which is quite a modern erection. England is beginning to feel the effects of universal tolerationa great problem which is working itself out around us, and has in America arrived at such startling developments.1
After the dissolution of the monasteries, the rectory fell, about the year 1560, into the hands of the Stephen family, then resident at Burderop. It continued in their hands until 1584, when it was purchased from them by the Vilett family. At least one distinguished man has been Vicar of Swindon. This was no less a person than Narcissus Marsh, who afterwards became Archbishop of Armagh.
1 This included ground for a new churchyard. 2 £100 the money.
1 The Rev. H. G. Baily, after nearly forty years' work in Swindon, accepted the Rectory of Lydiard Tregoze, in the gift of Lord Bolingbroke. 2 1850.
1 It must be remembered that this was written in 1867, soon after the Civil War.
"Where is the dust that has not been alive?" >p>Look at the rank, tall grass, damp even at noonday; its roots are nourished by that which once gaily trod the grass of its day under foot.
Look at the dark green moss upon the tombstonesshortly it will fill up and hide the last memorial of those who lie beneath; others there are which have sunk out of sight in the same earth which received those they were intended to commemoratesuch is the end of man. Even the graven stone cannot perpetuate his memoryhe dies, and his place knows him no more. Verily this is the home of the dead.
Why did our ancestors erect their sacred buildings so near their mansions? Here is the churchyard actually coming up to the very wall of the house. The same thing may be observed at Lydiard Tregoze, the seat of Lord Bolingbroke, where the church and the manor house almost touch. Probably priestly influence had something to do with itthe present generation would scarcely be gratified with the view of funerals being conducted beneath their very windows. To-day men appear to endeavour to become fearless of death by placing it out of sight, rather than by familiarising themselves with its accompanimentsprobably on the theory that familiarity breeds contempt.
The appearance of Holyrood Church, so far as it is possible to judge from descriptions and drawings, must have been very venerable, though it had not the slightest pretension to architectural beauty. The tower, which was square and dwarfed, as if left unfinished, and much overgrown with ivy, stood at the western end and opposite the chancel. On the northern side was a kind of transept. The pillars which supported the nave are of a rather unusual shape, sexagonal. The two arches which remain have a very ancient appearance, increased by the ivy which encircles them. That portion which has been preserved is simply the chancel. It originally was in the possession of the Rolleston family, who were under an obligation to keep it in repair, but upon the demolition of the ancient edifice and the completion of Christ Churchthe present place of worship they transferred their rights to the new building, and the parish undertook the charge of maintaining the old church. The old church having been found inadequate to accommodate the constantly increasing population of Swindon, it was proposed to enlarge and restore it, and the committee appointed for that purpose had agreed to recommend to the parish the adoption of a design by the celebrated architect, Mr. Gilbert Scott, for that purpose. The late Mr. Goddard, however, offering a new site,1 and his son, Mr. A. L. Goddard, promising a donation2 towards the building, the parish, at a vestry meeting, decided to erect a new church on another site. The donation of Mr. Goddard formed the nucleus of a building fund, the liberality of the parishioners and the indefatigable exertions of the Rev, H. G. Baily, the vicar, among his friends, providing the remainder of
The total cost of the church was £8,000. Mr. Baily1 worked with great energy, and he had a large share in obtaining for his parish the beautiful edifice known as Christ Church.2 The Diocesan Society of that day refused any grant because the living was not in the patronage of the bishop, and the Incorporated Church Building Society were only able to give £130. The materials of the old church, save the chancel, which was preserved, were sold to assist the fund for erecting the new edifice. The bells (the tenor was cracked and re-cast) were removed to the new church, and are those now in the Parish Church.
Holyrood was not the original designation of the church. In the fourteenth centuryand very early in it, 1302it was dedicated to St. Mary. About fifty years after this date, or in the year 1359, the vicarage was first endowed.
The monastery of Wallingford had a certain interest in the place, the monks having a pension, which was taken out of the rectorial tithes.
Before the dissolution of monasteries that
great blow which was dealt in 1535 to the Roman Catholic religionthe Priory of St. Mary, Southwick, had the rectory. Hence it will be seen that although no monastery was ever in existence at Swindon, it had, through its church, connection with several of those great nurseries of the Catholic faith. The Abbey of Malmesbury, the Nunnery of Wilton, the Monastery of Ivychurch, near Sarum or Salisbury, the Monastery of Wallingford, and lastly the Priory of Southwick, had all, to a more or less degree, some interest in Swindon, whose ancient inhabitants were therefore doubtless well acquainted with the cowl and its customs. It may be remarked that after a lapse of many centuries the Catholic faith has once again begun to make headway in Swindon as well as in other localitiesthere being a Roman Catholic chapel in Bridge Street, New Swindon, which is quite a modern erection. England is beginning to feel the effects of universal tolerationa great problem which is working itself out around us, and has in America arrived at such startling developments.1
After the dissolution of the monasteries, the rectory fell, about the year 1560, into the hands of the Stephen family, then resident at Burderop.
It continued in their hands until 1584, when it was purchased from them by the Vilett family.
At least one distinguished man has been Vicar of Swindon. This was no less a person than Narcissus Marsh, who afterwards became Archbishop of Armagh.1 He does not appear, however, to have been a vicar for a longer period than one year, which was 1662. Swindon has not been noticeable as a prolific place for remarkable men. 2 It certainly never had the chance which other places had. There was no monastery to collect or focus the learning and ability of the neighbourhood. Let not then the soil of Swindon be despised on that account. "Blame the culture, not the soil," as Horace puts it. The non-existence of a monastery cannot be too much lamented by the antiquarian.3
|1 Canon Jackson notes: " In the list of Vicars are three peculiar names Milo King, Aristotle Webbe, and Narcissus Marsh."|
|2 Richard Jefferies himself appears the only literary man of note produced in this locality. (Ed.)|
|3 In his interesting Swindon Fifty Years Ago, Mr. William Morris devotes two chapters to local "Worthies," amongst whom are Dr. G. A. Mantell, Mr. James Strange, William Pike, etc. But as, with the exception of Robert Sadler, they are literally local worthies, they need not be enumerated here, as Jefferies' statement is at present irrefutable.|
Holyrood Church must have seen some strange changes in that long course of five hundred years. Could the stones speak, what stories might they not tell of times gone by of armed men, of the knights who fought in the Wars of the Roses; later, of the quaintly cut beards and curiously slashed garments of Queen Elizabeth's reign; of the careless cavaliers of King Charles's days; of monks and mass superseded by surpliced clergymen and their comparatively modern service. The bells what changes they must have rung:
"For full five hundred years I've swung
In my old gray turret high,
And many a changing theme I've rung
As the time went stealing by "
might have been traced upon them. But the stones are dumb, save the records of the dead ; the bells are no longer heard, the belfry is down. The jackdaws have lost their building
place, though they still remain in numbers in the neighbourhood, and may be seen any day in the adjacent park. There was a very general feeling of regret when the old place was discovered to be doomed. "I have completed a monument more lasting than marble, more durable than brass," sang Horace on finishing a book, and his words have been fulfilled. So, though Holyrood has gone, there yet remains a record, slight and scanty, but still a record, written upon that apparently most perishable material, paper. Aubrey, who has already been referred to as visiting Swindon about two centuries ago, did not forget the church. Here is his memoranda concerning it: "Church. In the church is nothing observable left in the windowes except in the first, on the south side of the chancell, viz., the coate of Clare. This cross is on a tombe about a foote higher than the pavement on the north side of the aisle, belonging to------ Goddard, Esq. . . . In the same aisle, beneath his picture, was buried, aged 25, 1641, Thomas Goddard, Esq., husband of Jane, daughter to Edmund Fettiplace, Knight, his coate thus, Goddard (diagram). Somebody is buried by. I suppose his wife, but the inscription is not legible. This on an old freestone in the chancell, now worne out, Grubbe of Poterne (sinister). Also Stephens of Burthorp. The same in other colours and metalls.
Near this lye buried two children of William Levet, Esq. They were buried 1667.
"This under the altar, viz : "Here lieth the body of Thomas Vilett, Gent. He departed this life the 6th day of November, 1667. On both sides lye buried his two wives.' . . .
"At the upper end of the church this inscription: 'Christus, qui mortuus est ut per mortem suam superans mortem triumpharet, a mortuis ad vivos exsuscitabit. Buried the 5th of June, An. Dom. 1610, the body of Elenor Huchens, the wife of Thomas Huchens of Ricaston. Shee to this parish twenty pound gave to the relief of the poore, the use for ever. James Lord, and Henry Cus, her husbands, twenty pounds each of them gave to the poore of this parish, the use for ever.' "This in the chancell: 'Hic jacet Henricus Alworth in hac vicinia natus, qui adolescentiam in Schola Wintoniensi juventutem in Academia Oxoniensi senectutem in Patria Wiltoniensi, feliciter consecravit, ubique, castè, sobriè, piè, sibi parcus, suis, beneficus, egenis effusus, ab omnibus desideratus, Obijt XVI die Augusti 1669 Aetatis suae 75.' " The first remark that Aubrey makes is, that there was in his time but little left in the windowsby the use of which expression he would seem to intimate that there once had been something in them. Now the date at which he passed through Swindon was but a short time after the conclusion of the Civil War, and it is well known that the soldiers of Cromwell's army had a great fancy for smashing everything which in their diseased and heated imaginations they conceived to bear what was called "the mark of the beast," that is, to savour of Rome. Like the iconoclasts of the continent they had a mad hatred of anything approaching an image.
May it not then be reasonably conjectured that the Parliamentarian soldiers destroyed whatsoever they possibly could in a hasty visit to Swindonsuch as might have occurred when the army of Essex passed through North Wilts in 1644? Aubrey himself, if we remember aright, mentions in another part of his work that such had been their conduct at Bishopstone churchperhaps five miles from Swindonwhere they had smashed the stained glass, and left nothing for him to copy. Why may not the same thing have happened at Swindon? The windows themselves have gone since Aubrey's time, saving one which remains at the eastern extremity of the chancel, in which there is a little, but a very little, stained glass.1 It was the custom of the Roundheads to stable their horses in the old buildings which had once witnessed the celebration of mass it is to be hoped no such desecration ever occurred in Holyrood.
Aubrey observed the "coate of Clare," that is, the arms of that house, in the first window on the south side of the chancel. In the time of Edward I., about 1279, one Olivia Bassett, as has been already mentioned, held lands at Swindon ; and her grandson formed a matrimonial alliance with Eleanor, the co-heiress of
|1 Jefferies here, somewhat inconsistently, gives credence to the current traditions of Roundhead irreverencethe Parliamentarian army acting as a convenient scapegoat for the sacrilegious acts of contemporaries.|
Gilbert de Clare, Earl of Gloucester, which perhaps may in some way throw light upon this "coate of Clare" which Aubrey saw.1 "Stephens of Burthorp would mean Stephens of Burderop. Burderop is understood, like Swindon, to have been named by the Danes, thorp being a Danish word for village. This lends strength to the supposition that Swindon was named from Sweyn, since it shows that the Danes had settlements in the neighbourhood. Leveltwo children of which name Aubrey found were buried here 1667is an ancient name, and persons of that designation long had some connection with the place. It is said that the name Levet or Leviet occurs in the Domesday Survey of Swindon. Alworth is also an ancient name, and one early found here. The Viletts then, as now, occupied the chancel. It may be observed that Aubrey gives no inscriptions whatever earlier than the century in which he livedthat is, dated before the commencement of the seventeenth century. Between 1600 and 1700 there are numerous interments commemorated with a tombstone and inscription, but earlier than
|1 See chap, i., p. 14.|
that there does not appear to be any. Those that Aubrey copied, though ancient now, were most of them modern in his time, two hundred years ago, yet the church has been in existence full five hundred years. The truth would appear to be that it is only within the last two centuries and a half that Swindon has become the residence of persons wealthy enough to commemorate their losses by the aid of the engraver's expensive art. Such men as Odin the Chamberlain, the Bishop of Bayeux, the Earl of Pembroke, the Earl of Shaftesbury, the Talbots, and the Darells of Littlecot, no doubt had their family vaults elsewhere; and with the solitary exception of the "coate of Clare" not a memorial of the noble families once connected with Swindon seems to remain in the place. After 1560, when the estate came into the Goddard family, and the adjoining mansion became the residence of the owners, the church was made the sepulchre of persons whose memory was perpetuated by tombs and inscriptions.
The dimensions of the old church were as follows: The tower was in length 18 feet 2 inches, the nave 60 feet 1 inch, the chancel 31 feet 6 inches, altogether 109 feet 9 inches.
The breadth of the north aisle was 16 feet 5 inches, the nave 21 feet 5 inches, and the south aisle also 16 feet 5 inches, making a total breadth of 54 feet 3 inches, while the height of the nave was 30 feet. It was, therefore, a structure of some considerable size. The body of the church, which has now disappeared, contained a number of tablets, some near the pillars, others around the walls. Those adjacent to the three pillars of the south aisle were in memory of William Harding, 1821; Gulielim Home, 1730; Hannah Nobes, 1807; Rev.
John Neate, 1719; James Bradford, 1829; and the Rev. Edmund Goodenough, 1807. Upon and within the south wall of the church were affixed the following: To John Skull, 1755; Edmund Goddard, 1776; Joseph Randall, 1768; Millicent Neate, 1764; and Thomas Goddard Vilett, 1817. On or near to the pillars of the north aisle were originally affixed monuments to Elizabeth Slack, 1789; Rev.
John William Aubrey, 1806 ; Mary Broadway, 1747; Francis Miles, 1834; Richard Wayt, 1746; Ann Yorke, 1807; John Smith, 1775; and Henry Herring, 1767. Adjacent to the wall upon the north side were tablets to John Goddard, 1678; Richard Goddard, 1732; Ambrose Goddard, 1815; Gulielim Gallimore, 1697; Thomas Wayt, 1753; Hannse Tubb, 1756; and Elizabeth Evans, 1763. These were carefully removed upon the destruction of the building, and the majority of them are still to be seen preserved in the chancel.
The stone-paved walk from the Planks up to the chancel is in a great measure composed of gravestones. One may be observed upon the right hand immediately before the entrance, upon which there is cut a simple cross without inscription or date that can be seenwhich is perhaps even more suitable than a fulsome epitaph contradicting its own purpose by a superabundance of adjectives. The chancel is at present almost completely full of tablets and other monuments of the dead, many having been removed here from the body of the church. Over the high arched doorway within may be seen several gloomy hatchments, the monuments of departed greatness, with the usual inscriptions, such as "Resurgam." Against the wall leans the royal arms detached from its original position; while upon the elevation afforded by the steps which once approached the altar stand the unused reading- desk and carved communion table. The air is damp and cold, the light dim and gloomyit is silent, deserted, a fit resting-place for the dead, or for meditation. Here no longer is heard the voice of the warning preacher, no longer rises the hymn of thanksgiving, no longer is received the cup of commemoration; it is a place of tradition, the dwelling-place of the spirit of the past. A church must ever be a place of gloom to the majority of mankind, but a church which is deserted has its gloom deepened tenfold. It seems as though men had deserted that hope with which they formerly reinvigorated themselves within it.
At the east end, beneath the window, is the following inscription upon a stone let in even with the pavement: "Here lieth the body of Anne Vilett, wife of Thomas Vilett, gent., and daughter of Edmund Webb, of Rodbourne, Esqure, who departed this life December 6, 1643. Her age 54. She had living of eight children only one." The arrangement of the inscription upon this stone, as well as upon the two following, is peculiar, and at first sight hardly intelligible; the graver would seem to have been at a loss how to cut out what he was required without crowding, The stone close by has the following inscription: "Here lieth the body of Thomas Vilett, gent. Hee departed this life the 6th day of November 1667; also Captn. John, son of ye Sd. Ths.
Vilett, who died March ye 17, 1700, aged 70 years." The first part of this inscription is the same as that which Aubrey saw and copied when he visited this place two centuries since ; that relating to the son, Captain John, has been added since his time.
The third stone is in memory of Thomas Vilett's second wife, whose memory is preserved in these words: "Aug, 24, 1650, was buried Martha, second wife of Thomas Vilett, gent., and daughter of Thomas Goddard Esqure. She had three children livinge." All three of these stones, besides the inscriptions, have devices graven upon them.
On the south wall of the church is a monument to three sisters: Mary, widow of John Broadway, late Vicar of this parish, died Jan. 7, 1747, Aged 70 leaving £20 yearly to the poor of the Parish; Dorothy Brind died 1748; (aged 64) and Margaret Brind died the same year (aged 68), leaving £100 to the poor of the parish. A tablet on the same wall records some benefactions, of the interest of £100, given by one Home; Joseph Cooper in 1790 gave some lands at Stratton St. Margaret, in lieu of and augmentation of the same. Near this is a very ancient and curious tablet which was seen and copied by Aubrey, but the peculiar spelling of which renders it sufficiently interesting to be copied verbatim. It runs thus: "Bvryed 5 of Ivne, the body of Elenor Hvchens the wife of Thomas Hvchens of Ricaston. Shee of this parish: 20 povnds gave to the releefe of the poor, the vse for ever. James Lorde and Henry Cvs her hvsbandt, 20 povnd each of them gave to the poor of this parish the vse for ever" (v. page 35).
On the north wall there is a small tablet to the memory of Elizabeth Evans, dated 1763, which appears to have once stood in the body of the church. The inscription contains a memorandum of a rather singular gift, yet no doubt very acceptable to the recipients: "By her will bearing date IX day of May 1763 she bequeathed £50 to repair pews of this Church and also the interest of £70 to purchase six gowns to be given yearly in St Thomas' day to six poor women inhabitants of this parish, whose age shall exceed 60 years." The Vilett family appear to have occupied the chancel; the Goddard vaults are immediately without the remaining portion of the building, on the north side between it and the mansion. The number of interments is evident from the large space covered by the stones, one of which has graven upon it a curious figure, apparently of a person in a long robe, praying. The following is an inscription upon a tablet erected in 1838: "Near this place lie the remains of Ambrose Goddard, Esq., and of Sarah Marva, his wife.
They lived nearly forty years in the adjacent mansion, happy in the love of each other, and in promoting the happiness of all around them, though severely tried by the loss of many of a numerous family. He represented the county of Wilts in Parliament 35 years, honestly and faithfully, seeking no reward but the testimony of his own conscience and the esteem of his constituents. His wife was highly gifted, and a bright example of Christian grace. They both endeavoured to serve God, by doing good to man. Through the merits of Christ may their services be accepted, and their happiness protracted in a blessed eternity." "A. Goddard, died June, 1815, S. M. Goddard, April, 1818. This tablet was erected by their few surviving children as a memorial of their gratitude and affection." The Goddards have now sat in Parliament over half a century. It has been remarked of the present head of that family that he is never absent when there is any likelihood of a division to require his vote. Their policy has ever been a consistent Conservatism.
One of the tablets originally upon the north wall of the body of the church exhibited the following inscription: "Here lieth the body of John Goddard, gent, died December, 1678." This one may still be seen. It is in memory of John Vilett, Esqr.: "Deo optimo maximo.
Hoc Sacravium instauravit et exoruavit Johannes Vilett armiger, a.d. 1736." Another was in memory of Thos. Smyth, D.D., died 1790, aged 86; of whom it was recorded that he was vicar of the parish; also to Mrs. Jane Smyth, who died in 1787 at the age of 74; they having lived happily together for a period of nearly half a century. But the most extraordinary monument is that in memory of one William Noad, and his four wives. Hannah, his first, died in 1733, aged 28 years; Hannah II., died in 1741, aged 29; Martha, the third, died 1766, at the age of 62; Ann, the fourth, died in 1776, aged 54 years; and finally, William Noad died himself in the year 1781, aged 70. This Noad, one might imagine, was a Mahommedan at least, since he managed to have the solacement of as many wives as is allowed by the Koran to the followers of the prophet, and a clever fellow, too, to steer clear of bigamy. Four wivesthis is the "Wife of Bath" reversed. If any one understood what matrimonial life is, one would think this Noad must have done so. What a pity he did not write his memoirs for the guidance of future husbands! He died at length at the allotted age of manthree score years and tenwhich fact shows what may be done in a lifetime. Noad must have known a good deal about womankind. His occupation in life was that of clerk of the parish. Altogether William Noad may be regarded as one of the most extraordinary men Swindon ever produced. It does not seem recorded that any such feat was ever performed before or after. Probably we shall never see his like again. Peace be to his ashes, for it is to be feared he had little during his lifetime.
The office of clerk of the parish seems to have been for a long time hereditary in the Noad family. William Noad comes first, dying 1781; Henry Noad occupied the same post in 1752; another Henry Noad, in 1790, and a third Henry Noad vacated the office by death in 1848. This last Henry Noad is recorded to have held it for the extraordinary term of 57 years, or over half a century. What births, marriages, and deaths he must have recordedthe population of the place would in that time be almost entirely changed, a generation would pass away and another spring up, and he, clerk still, apparently stationary. The Noad family has been rather a remarkable one.
The name is still known in Swindon. Cooper Noad, of Newport Street, makes good barrels, and challenges the world to produce better.
All honour to the name of Noad! Swindon seems to be a remarkably healthy situation, since some of the inhabitants have reached ages which might fairly be put into comparison with those of more widely-renowned places. Henry Noad just referred to was clerk for 57 years, and there lie in Holyrood churchyard the remains of four persons, who, with another of the same, only lately , deceased, have not inaptly been designated the Five Patriarchs. The name of this remarkable assemblage of aged persons was Weekes.
Thomas Weekes died in 1829, at the age of 91 years. Hannah Weekes, who departed this life in 1826, reached 82. Ed. Weekes, died 1821, aged 83. Susan in 1820, also 83 years of age; while John Weekes, died 1866, reached the truly patriarchal age of 92 years. The sum of the lives of these five personsall of whom, let it be observed, have died in the nineteenth century, and therefore it cannot be supposed that the virtue of Swindon air was better in the olden times than nowthe sum amounts to 433 years! Eighty and six years was the average age of this remarkable family. Nor are they single examples of the remarkable longevity attained by the inhabitants of Swindon. A lady of the name of Read (deceased during the present year) was, if we remember rightly, 91 years of age. Her remains were interred at Wroughton. Mr. Shepherd, still living , is another example his age is 90. Mr. J. Jefferies has reached his eighty- fourth year. On the whole, Swindon can furnish examples of longevity which may challenge, if not defy, competition.
WHENEVER a man imbued with republican politics and progressionist views, ascends the platform and delivers an oration, it is a safe wager that he makes some allusion at least to Chicago, the famous mushroom city of the United States, which sprang up in a night, and thirty years ago consisted of a dozen miserable fishermen's huts, and now counts over two hundred thousand inhabitants.
Chicago! Chicago! look at Chicago! and see in its development the vigour which invariably follows republican institutions. This is confounding the effect with the cause. The hundreds of thousands of American emigrants
|1 Readers are reminded that this chapter has been left as Jefferies wrote it, as, if it had been brought up to date, much of the original matter must have been omitted as obsolete; whereas the details of thirty years ago are already old enough to be interesting to the historian of the town.|
must have something to do, and somewhere to live. Men need not go so far from their own doors to see another instance of rapid expansion and development which has taken place under a monarchical government. The Swindon of to-day is almost ridiculously disproportioned to the Swindon of forty years ago.1 Houses have sprung up as if by enchantment, trade has increased; places of worship seem constantly building to accommodate the ever growing population; as for public-houses, they seem without number. A whole town has sprung into existence. The expression New Town is literally true. It is new in every sense of the word. New in itself, new in the description of its inhabitants. There was no republican form of self-government at Swindon forty years ago on the contrary, the place was decidedly conservative, averse to change, and looking at those who proposed it with suspicion. It certainly was not owing to republicanism that the place developed so fast.
That was not the cause, but that has been the effect. New Swindon is as decidedly demo-
|1 Middlesborough is another famous example of the rapid growth of an English town.|
cratic in its sentiments as Old Swindon was conservative. The real cause of this enormous development may be traced to that agent which has effected an almost universal change Steam. Swindon is going ahead by steam the phrase is literally and metaphorically correct. Yet the first push was not due to steam. Forty-five years ago, or thereabouts, the Wilts and Berks Canal came along close below the Old Town, cutting right through that flat meadow-land which was, twenty years after, to resound with the hum of men.
The calm, contemplative, chew-a-straw steersman of the barge boats was then first seen slowly gliding past, tugged along by a horse walking on the tow-path. With what amazement and admiration the agricultural labourer's children must have been struck as they viewed the progress of the painted boat; how they must have envied such an apparently easy life! These children were designed to see more astonishing things yet. Simple as they were, they have seen in actual existence what the wise men of former ages never dreamt of.
That part which it was found necessary for the canal to pass through immediately beneath
Swindon was discovered to be the highest level on its whole course. Here there was no necessity for a lock for a distance of seven miles, and accordingly there is, at this day, a clear stretch of seven miles of waterNew Swindon being situated somewhere about the middle, and consequently, a capital place to launch pleasure boats could the Canal Company be persuaded to speculate, or allow others to. A canal was something so utterly foreign in its conception to what the country people had been accustomed, that it was dubbed the "river," and goes by that name in the country round to this day. This long stretch of clear seven miles without a lock necessarily intercepted and received the water of numerous streams and rivulets, whichthe right of use for certain periods of the year having been purchased by the Companyare used by them to keep this portion of the canal well filled, in order to supply the loss when a lock is opened. But so great was the traffic in those days, and accordingly so great was the quantity of water required, that it was discovered that in the summer, should it chance to be a dry one, there would always be the risk of a deficiency. Moreover, a lock might break, a bank might slipa hundred possible accidents rendered a constant reservoir at this, the highest level desirable, and indeed necessary to the proper working of the canal.
Accordingly the engineers of the Company cast about to find a fit place to construct a reservoir, and at last fixed on a valley at Coate, about a mile and a half from Swindon.
This valley was enclosed by a bank at each extremity, and the water of a brook which originally ran through it, together with that from other springs artificially compelled to run here, being allowed to accumulate, formed exactly what was desired; while the original course of the brook took off any superfluity that might occur from flooding, and by a branch from it the canal could be always supplied. But the site offered one difficulty.
There was a spring rising immediately without the upper bank of the reservoir, which it was found impossible to make run into it; moreover, it was wanted by the farmers and inhabitants of the vale beneath. This, then, must run under the reservoir. A brick culvert was accordingly constructed, but an unfortunate oversight occurred. That part of the bottom of the reservoir over which it was necessary the culvert should be carried at the latter end of its course, had originally been but one remove from a morass, in short, was very "shaky." Upon this unstable foundation the culvert seems to have been placed, and with the result which might have been anticipated.
The weight of the brickwork, with a superincumbent load of earth and sand thrown on, proved too great for the soft ooze upon which it was placed. The culvert gradually sank in places, the brickwork cracked, and leaks have ever since been more or less frequent. One occurred of a very serious character, when the meadows below were flooded by the escaped water of the reservoir, and had not a hatch been beaten down by sledge hammers, it has been thought that the reservoir bank must have been washed away, and the thousands of tons of water it contained would have been precipitated into the vale, the effect of which would have been an enormous damage to property and probable loss of life. The reservoir, when full, covers an extent of seventy-two acres, and is a favourite place for summer pic-
nics, being so near the town. Racing boats were formerly kept here, and some exciting pulls occurred, but this has long been discontinued. The want of boatsthose that there are being utterly insufficient to supply the demandcauses much remark, since they would evidently be a paying speculation.1 It is a beautiful sheet of water, approaching a mile in length, and has so much the appearance of being natural, that it is difficult even upon examination to consider it a work of man.
The delusion is kept up by the numerous trees, and the romantic scenery around. The place was completed in 1822.
The completion of the canala wharf being of course constructed opposite Swindongave the first noticeable stimulus to the progress of the place. Swindon was a kind of junction, the canal here branching off into twoone going to Bristol, the other to Gloucesterand consequently a most favourable situation for trade. Coal now reached the town in greater quantities, and at a much less cost than previously, and a great carrying trade sprang up.
Old inhabitants relate that in winter, when a
|1 This defect has long since been remedied.|
sharp frostsomehow the frosty weather in these modern days never seems to come up to the description of that of yorehad bound the canal as if with iron, there was immediately an apprehension that the price of coals would rise; which, if the frost continued, and the barges could not come up, it accordingly did, until all that remained upon the wharf being consumed, a coal famine would ensue. Enterprising farmers, whose teams could not work in that weather, would then dispatch a waggon and a trusty man even down to the very pit's mouth, purchase a load cheap, and make a good profit by retailing it around. These were the good old days! The poor must have suffered grievously for want of fuel when even the wealthy were straitened, especially in town, for in the country districts wood was plentiful, and the fireplaces adapted for consuming it.
These were the halcyon days of the Canal Company. But a new wonder was to come and supplant the old.
Those who could afford to purchase a paper (for papers were not sold for half-pence then) and who could read it when they got it, had already been wondering over what would come of that new inventionthe steam engine. It answered well to pump the water out of the mines in Cornwall, boats had been propelled by it, and finally, a tramway was constructed at Manchester, which was found successful.
Then began the mania of railway speculation, which, if it ruined thousands, proved the basis upon which Swindon was to rise. The idea of the Great Western Railway was at last started a gigantic scheme which was to connect the two great cities of the South of England, London and Bristol, by a level iron road.
Men were seen about in all directions, with curious instruments, to the wonder of gaping rustics, and the rage of farmers whose hedges had gaps cut in them to clear the line of sight, or whose property was trespassed upon by enterprising engineers. The plan was looked upon as monstrous by the aristocracy of the country. These iron roadswho could hunt if they intersected the land ? These screaming engineswhere could be found a quiet corner for the pheasants, if they were allowed to roam across the country ? Good-bye to the rural retirement and peaceful silence of the deer- dotted park, if once the white puff of the steam engine curled over the ancient oaks! Great opposition was offered to the railway bills, but they were passed in spite of all, with a proviso preserving parks; which, by the way, diverted the Great Western from running immediately by Old Swindon, it having been originally designed to pass somewhere about where the gasometer stands now, that is to say, to intrude on the Goddard property.
The work was now vigorously proceeded with. On the 26th of November, 1835, the first contract was taken. This was the Wharncliffe viaduct. Excepting about four miles in the vicinity of London, the rest was let out down to Maidenhead, during the following six months. The work of the Bristol part was commenced in 1836, and the first contract let was a length of nearly three miles, extending from the Avon to Keynsham. But the most formidable undertaking on the whole line was the celebrated Box tunnel. The shafts were contracted for in the latter part of 1836, the tunnel itself in the following year. Three long years were expended in drillingif such an expression may be employedthis enormous hole through the hill; it having not been completed until 1841. The depth which the shafts had to be sunk was on an average 240 feet, and their diameter is twenty-eight feet.
The tunnel is straight as a gun barrel, and can be seen through from end to end, which allows the observation of some singular effects of perspective. Its length is 3,200 yards, or nearly two miles; it cost over half a million; no less than 20,000,000 of bricks were employed in the construction of the arching. The whole length of the line from Paddington to Bristol is 118_ miles, and it was completed in the following order:Maidenhead opened up to, on June 4, 1838; Twyford, July 1,1 1839; Reading, March 30, 18402; Steventon, June 1, 1840; Faringdon Road, July 20, 1840; Bristol to Bath, August 31, 1840; Wootton Bassett Road, December 17,3 1840; Chippenham, May 31,4 1841; to Bath, June 30, 1841. That part of the line which runs past Swindon is for several miles remarkably straight. Approaching Swindon from London, the rail is carried through a deep cutting, especially near Stratton St. Margaret; but upon the other side
|1 Or 5th.|
|2 Another date is 6th April.|
|3 Or 16th.|
|4 Or 1st June.|
it is raised upon an embankment. Much of the earth of the embankment was taken from a field on the slope of Kingshill Hill, at the top of the Sands, Swindon; the soil being purchased, of course, from the owner for that purpose. A tramway was constructed in such a manner that the trucks running down the hill drew up a string of empty onesa simple but dangerous proceeding which gave rise to one accident at least. It is to the railway that Swindon owes its importance, and New Swindon its existence. Swindon now became the emporium of North Wilts and the adjacent counties. When it became a junction, and all trains were ordered to stop here ten minutes, it derived additional importance, and became a place well-known to travellers. The station is itself a fine building, and contains some large refreshment rooms.
At length it was announced that a factory was to be built for the manufacture of engines, and other requisites of a railroad. This was a good time for landed proprietors at New Swindon. Land which was scarcely worth the trouble of attending to, much of it covered with furze, the retreat of rabbits and game, and playground for boys, was purchased at a price equal to that given for the best in other situations. One or two persons made fortunes. Up rose the factory, and workmen began to pour in from all quarters. Houses were built at a rate which astonished the country, and a new class of men, hitherto unknown in the neighbourhood, appeared, men who worked hard, earned high wages, and were determined to live upon the best they could afford. The agricultural labourer was content with bread and beer, the mechanic must have meat, groceries, and other comforts.1 The farm labourer bought a smock-frock twice in his lifetime, and used his grandfather's gaiters; the mechanic dressed smartly. Tradesmen found New Swindon a profitable place a Wiltshire California.
Publicans discovered that steel filings make men quite as thirsty as hay dust. Moreover, the mechanic must lodge somewhere. To accommodate the constantly increasing number of workmen it employed, the company built a place, since known as the Barracks, upon the
|1 A characteristic feature of New Swindon, worthy of notice in this connection, is the dearth of book-shops.|
plan of French lodging houses, to have a common kitchen and common entrance, with a day and night porter; but the thing did not answer, and there stands the Barracks to this day , a great pile of buildings with broken windows, the few inhabitants of which were so dirty in their habits, that a year ago  it was thought to threaten a visitation of cholera, and underwent a thorough clearing under the supervision of the police. The Briton likes to be independent, or what he thinks so. Streets sprang up in all directions.
The situation was flat and damp, and there was a deficiency of good waterit did not matter; the mechanic must have a house, and a house he had. The company built a church and a Mechanics' Institute. The Dissenting community have not been behindhand, and chapels of almost every denomination may be found. Persons of middle age describe the change which has taken place since they can remember as something almost incredible.
Streets stand where were formerly meadows and hedgerows. Bridge Street contained two residences. The one was what was considered the manor houseit is now occupied by Mr. Charles Hurt, and stands at the top of Bridge Street on the right handthe other was a small cottage, a little further down towards the canal. The cottage can still be seena strange contrast with its thatched roof, dark with age, and half hidden by weeds, to the red-bricked and slated erections adjoining.
Bridge Street now contains three places of worship, a Methodist Chapel, a Roman Catholic, and a Free Christian Church,shops and houses in abundance; while if it be reckoned to extend over the Golden Lion Bridge as far as the Volunteer Inn, it now contains no less than seven public-houses.
And all this in the last thirty years! There is no necessity to go to Chicago for an instance of rapid development. New Swindon is the Chicago of the western counties. This Bridge Street, now so much used, was formerly a mere track made by waggon wheels across furrows, which crossed the canal at the Golden Lion Bridge. That bridge, by the bye, is a disgrace to the town. Where thirty years ago stood trees, now stand lamp-posts! Instead of rails and stakes there are now scaffolding-poles; and what was once turf is now hard road.
This is what the railroad and factory have done for Swindon.
This factory is perhaps the largest in the West of England.1 Here are employed as
|1 In a paper by A. H. Mallan, on "The Great Western Railway Works at Swindon," we read: "In inspecting the works two points impress themselves on the mind:|
|"1. The economy of mechanical power, through duplication of work.|
|"2. The giant forces, invisible and unsuspected, literally beneath the feet, only requiring the touch of a handle to exert tremendous power in divers ways and methods.
"The wood-working department is the most captivating part of the whole works; partly on account of the resinous, turpentine smell, deliciously refreshing as compared with the oily atmosphere of the rest.
|"In the forges, an elaborate example of welding and building up is met with in the case of engine and truck wheels. These, in their earlier stages, consist of several sections, which are stamped out in dies under the steam hammer. One section forms a segment of the rim and outer part of the spoke; another, which is stamped in duplicate and sawn by a circular saw, gives the inner half of the spoke and segment of the centre. The two sections being then welded together, are ready to be framed for receiving the washers which form the boss. They are temporarily held together by an iron hoop, and after being brought to a white heat at the centre, are placed under the bossing hammer; a white hot washer is then placed on the centre, to be securely fixed by one mighty thump of the hammer; another washer is welded, while at white heat, by a hydraulic press known as a veeing machine. The whole operation presents a most picturesque appearance. The men standing round the hammer, with one dazzling spot in their midst, their outlines thrown into highest relief by the strong glare from the neighbouring forges, pose themselves naturally, and produce an excellent Rembrandtesque effect.|
|"Noise there is more or less everywhere; but the finest effects of genuine ear-splitting clatter are met with in the riveting shops. Hydraulic riveters do all the work within their reach, giving just one noiseless 'squelch' with their great crab-like callipers upon the red hot iron, and leaving a neatly-shaped head where the long exposed end of the rivet previously protruded."|
many as seventeen hundred handsan army of workmendrawn from the villages round about. Here are made the engines used upon the Great Western Railway. It is open to visitors upon every Wednesday afternoon, and is a sight well worth seeing. A person is in attendance to show it. The place seems to be built somewhat in the form of a parallelogram. Seven tall chimneys belch forth volumes of smoke. The first thing shown to visitors is an engine room near the entrance.
Here are two beams of fifty horse-power working with a smooth, oily motion, almost without noise. The yard beneath is, to a stranger, a
vast incongruous museum of iron; iron in every possible shape and form, round and square, crooked and straight. Proteus himself never changed into the likeness of such things. The northern shops are devoted to noise, and the voice of the guide is inaudible. Here is a vast wildernessan endless vista of forges glaring with blue flames, the men all standing by leaning upon their hammers, waiting until you pass, while far ahead sparks fly in showers from the tortured anvils high in the air, looking like minute meteors. This place is a temple of Vulcan. If the old motto "Laborare est orare," "labour is prayer," is correct, here be sturdy worshippers of the fire-god. The first glimpse of the factory affords a view of sparks, sweat, and smoke. Smoke, sweat, and sparks is the last thing that is seen. Passing between a row of fiery furnaces seven times heated, the visitors enter the rail-mill, where the rails are manufactured. This place is a perfect pandemonium. Vast boilers built up in brick close in every side, with the steam hissing like serpents in its efforts to escape. Enormous fly-wheels spin round and round at a velocity which renders the spokes invisible Steam hammers shake the ground, where once perhaps crouched the timid hare, and stun the ear. These hammers are a miracle of human manufacture. Though it is possible to strike a blow which shall crush iron like earthenware, to bring down a weight of tons, yet a skilful workman can crack a hazel-nut without injuring the kernel. Gazing upon these wonderful hammers the visitor is suddenly scorched upon one side, and turning, finds that a wheel-barrow load of red-hot iron had been thrown down beside him, upon which a jet of water plays, fizzing off into steam. Springing aside he scarcely escapes collision with a mass of red hot metal wheeled along and placed beneath the steam hammer, where it is thumped and bumped flat. His feet now begin to feel the heat of the iron flooring, which the thickest leather cannot keep out. The workmen wear shoes shod with broad headed iron nails from heel to toe. Their legs are defended by greaveslike an iron cricketing pad; their faces by a gauze metal mask. The clang, the rattle, the roar are indescribable ; the confusion seems to increase the longer it is looked upon. Yonder, a glare almost too strong for the eyes shows an open furnace door. Out comes a mass of white-hot metal, it is placed on a truck, and wheeled forward to the revolving rollers, and placed between them. Sparks spurt out like a fountain of fireslowly it passes through, much thinned and lengthened by the process: which is repeated until at length it emerges in the form of a rail. Here come chips of iron if such an expression might be usedall red hot, sliding along the iron floor to their destination. Look out for your toes! In the dark winter nights the glare from this place can be seen for miles around; lighting up the clouds with a lurid glow like that from some vast conflagration. The shop known as the R Shop is the most interesting. Here iron is cut, and shaved as if it were wood. A vast hall filled with engines of all stages finishes the factory. The factory and the place generally will always be connected with the name of Sir Daniel Gooch,
vast incongruous museum of iron; iron in every possible shape and form, round and square, crooked and straight. Proteus himself never changed into the likeness of such things.
The northern shops are devoted to noise, and the voice of the guide is inaudible. Here is a vast wildernessan endless vista of forges glaring with blue flames, the men all standing by leaning upon their hammers, waiting until you pass, while far ahead sparks fly in showers from the tortured anvils high in the air, looking like minute meteors. This place is a temple of Vulcan. If the old motto "Laborare est orare," "labour is prayer," is correct, here be sturdy worshippers of the fire-god. The first glimpse of the factory affords a view of sparks, sweat, and smoke. Smoke, sweat, and sparks is the last thing that is seen.
Passing between a row of fiery furnaces seven times heated, the visitors enter the rail-mill, where the rails are manufactured. This place is a perfect pandemonium. Vast boilers built up in brick close in every side, with the steam hissing like serpents in its efforts to escape.
Enormous fly-wheels spin round and round at a velocity which renders the spokes invisible
Steam hammers shake the ground, where once perhaps crouched the timid hare, and stun the ear. These hammers are a miracle of human manufacture. Though it is possible to strike a blow which shall crush iron like earthenware, to bring down a weight of tons, yet a skilful workman can crack a hazel-nut without injuring the kernel. Gazing upon these wonderful hammers the visitor is suddenly scorched upon one side, and turning, finds that a wheel-barrow load of red-hot iron had been thrown down beside him, upon which a jet of water plays, fizzing off into steam. Springing aside he scarcely escapes collision with a mass of red hot metal wheeled along and placed beneath the steam hammer, where it is thumped and bumped flat. His feet now begin to feel the heat of the iron flooring, which the thickest leather cannot keep out. The workmen wear shoes shod with broad headed iron nails from heel to toe. Their legs are defended by greaveslike an iron cricketing pad; their faces by a gauze metal mask. The clang, the rattle, the roar are indescribable ; the confusion seems to increase the longer it is looked upon.
Yonder, a glare almost too strong for the eyes shows an open furnace door. Out comes a mass of white-hot metal, it is placed on a truck, and wheeled forward to the revolving rollers, and placed between them. Sparks spurt out like a fountain of fireslowly it passes through, much thinned and lengthened by the process: which is repeated until at length it emerges in the form of a rail. Here come chips of iron if such an expression might be usedall red hot, sliding along the iron floor to their destination. Look out for your toes! In the dark winter nights the glare from this place can be seen for miles around; lighting up the clouds with a lurid glow like that from some vast conflagration. The shop known as the R Shop is the most interesting. Here iron is cut, and shaved as if it were wood. A vast hall filled with engines of all stages finishes the factory.
The factory and the place generally will always be connected with the name of Sir Daniel Gooch,1 who was for so long a period
|1 No engines in the world have so long and so famous a history as the old engines of Sir Daniel Gooch. It is indeed surprising that a type decided upon so early as 1846 ("The North Briton") should be found capable of performing the duties of express engine in 1891, when the weight of the trains is at least double that which they were designed to draw.|
intimately associated with it. A vast audience in the hall of the Mechanics' Institute was held in spell-bound silence scarce a twelvemonth since, when that celebrated man gave a short account of his career: how when but a youth he had stood upon a bridge in Newcastle all but despairing, when he chanced to observe a motto cut upon it in large letters: "Nil desperandum""Never despair"which from that moment he adopted as his own. New Swindon will never forget Sir Daniel Gooch,1 whilst the Mechanics' Institute affords the mechanic a chance of becoming acquainted with literature, and the factory of earning a decent livelihood.
Old Swindon has shared in the change brought about by the enormous influx of population which followed the construction of the Great Western Railway, But in Old Swindon a place dating from the Danish times-- changes
|1 Born 1816, died 1889. Became Chairman of the Great Western Railway when its stock stood at 38 1/2, until it rose to 160. Made a baronet for his services in connection with the Atlantic Cable, 1866.|
and improvements long preceded the very existence of the New Town. The Old Swindon of to-day is very new in comparison with the Swindon of seventy years ago; for then there was but one Swindon. Immediately without the town is a well-known field called the "Butts," probably the place where archery was practised when the bow and arrow was the principal weapon of the English army. This must have been in use not less than two centuries ago, perhaps more; for though in the reign of Charles II. archery bands were still formed, the bow and arrow do not seem to have been used in the Civil War, except indeed, perhaps, in the North of Scotland. (See Scott's novel, Montrose, on that point.) The associations then connected with this field belong to a period coeval with that in which the Bell Hotel, High Street, was built, which appears from the date affixed to have been in 1581.
Queen Elizabeth then sat upon the throne of England. The Spanish Armada had not yet put forth to sea. Higher up the street, upon the same side, there is a house now occupied by Pakeman Brothers, which bears the date of 1631. Mr. Gillett's is dated 1741. Thirteen years after this, or in 1754, a person by the name of Robert Sadler was born in Swindon.1 He made himself in a certain sense notorious by the publication of a work called Wanley Penson; or, the Melancholy Man.
Then, and for long after,2 bull-baiting was no
|1 Sadler lived afterwards at Chippenham and at Malmesbury. His father, who was a glover and breeches maker, was a member of the Moravian Brethren, and the novel of Wanley Penson deals with the tenets of this sect. He also wrote The Discarded Spinster; or, a Plea for the Poor, dealing with the effects of the introduction of machinery into the manufacture of cloth. He left two other works in manuscript. The description of his personal appearance so closely resembles that of Richard Jefferies that it is here quoted in full.|
|Britton says of Sadler : "He was a man of singular person, manners and abilities. Had the same mind been well instructed and disciplined in early life, it might have become eminent in art, in literature, or in science; for it manifested, on many occasions, the rudiments and principles, as well as the union of philosophy and poetry. . . . Like most sedentary, studious persons, his whole frame was morbid, the muscles relaxed and the nervous system deranged, his physical powers were always weak and languid.|
|" In person, he was tall, thin, and apparently in a state of consumption. The face was narrow and pale, the cheeks collapsed, his general physiognomy that of an abstracted and melancholy, but highly intellectual man."|
|2 Probably until nearly 1812.|
uncommon thing at Swindon. The sport was carried on in the Square, and the stone post to which the bull was tied was removed in the memory of man; though it had not been used for some time previously. Swindon once boasted a market-house, just as it now boasts a corn exchange; the difference being that, whereas the modern building is a substantial erection of stone, the place was supported upon oaken pillars. It was pulled down in the year 1793. Close by stood the stocks and whipping-post, which were taken down about the same time.
Wood Streetthat fashionable street, the Strand of Swindonwas then known as Blacksmith Street. There were three blacksmiths' forges in it, from which it was named, and the noise and smoke from them, when in full vigour, was something intolerable. Some enterprising persons actually erected a windmill here, but the speculation was unsuccessful; it was taken down, and three cottages built with the materials, which three cottages stood where now the King's Arms Inn offers shelter and good cheer to travellers. Wood Street had in the memory of man a very pleasant appearance. Trees and shrubs grew in one spot; and against the walls of the houses on the northern sidethat which receives the sunshinewere trained a number of vines. One of these vines, which were remarkably strong and vigorous, being protected by chains or railings from injury to the stem, grew against the wall of Messrs. Edwards & Suter, the ironmongers' shop; another against that of Mr.
Pimbury, and a third displayed its tempting clusters of grapes upon the wall of an old cottage which once stood upon the spot which the post-office now occupies. Wood Street has lost this pleasant appearance. At this date there were so many things not to be found at Swindon, that a modern might exclaim there was nothing at all in it. Firstly, there was no railroad, nor canal. There were no banks, and if there were dissenters there were at least no chapels. There were no newspapers, nor any one to print them, nor booksellers to sell them not even so much as a stationer's shop, which almost every village can now boast.
There was no druggist, nor patent medicine dealerperhaps little the worse for thatand lastly there were no watchmakers. Those large brazen-faced clocks, which can be found in almost every farmhouse in the neighbourhood, never bear the imprint of a Swindon maker. Cricklade and Lyneham were famous places for clocks. At this date progress was indeed slow. In a course of twenty years five new houses were built. No living to be got by house-building! Contracts are things of modern date. They built houses very leisurely in former times, but they had this advantage, they were built well.
The railway had one effect at Swindon which was immediately perceptible. It knocked the coaching business on the head. Swindon had been a stage between Cheltenham and Southampton. The next was Marlborough, whither a coach ran from the Goddard Arms daily. It was long driven by a man of the name of Danvers, and was usually drawn by three piebald horses. The starting of this coach was the event of the day in Swindon. The windows were crowded by spectatorschiefly ladieswhose curiosity seems to have been as great then as now. The old inhabitants maintain that Swindon, despite its increased population, has never seemed so gay as in the coaching times. It was by no means unusual for persons to walk out of town in the afternoon, meet the coach, and ride back in it.
There was another coach which went to Hungerford, en route for London, a journey which then occupied a whole day, from six in the morning till six at night, and cost a guinea in matter of fare.
In those times the petty sessions were conducted in a small room at the Goddard Arms Inn, with closed doors, only a few favoured individuals being allowed entrance. It was remarked that offences against the game laws were usually visited by severe penalties. There was no police stationthe police being represented by a single constable. At night a watchman perambulated the streets, staff in hand, who at intervals cried the hours, adding the state of the weather. Prisoners were confined in a place most appropriately called the Black Hole, which was at the top of Newport Street, then known as Bull Street, on the spot now occupied by the engine house. It was a small, damp, and dirty dungeon, half under ground; lighted by a hole in the door crossed with iron bars, through which those that were within might converse with those without, or suck in beer by the aid of a tobacco pipe. For their meals they were conducted to the Bull Inn, thus affording them a capital chance of a rescue. This place was a disgrace to the town.
The credit of its removal must in a great measure be given to Mr. C. A. Wheeler.
Another effect of the railway on Old Swindon was the building of houses in Prospect Place and the New Road. Swindon, like other places which are progressing, shows a tendency to extend itself westward; scarcely a house being added upon the eastern side. The Sands has become a fashionable promenade.
Persons formerly had to go to Marlborough if they wished to go "shopping"; at present they come to Swindon. Swindon has, in short, become the capital of North Wilts.
Christ Church is a landmark for miles around. It was consecrated upon Friday, the 7th of November, 1852, by the Lord Bishop of Llandaff; the sermon upon the occasion being preached by the Rev. Giles Daubeney. The length of the structure is 130 feet; the breadth, exclusive of the transepts, nave, and chancel, 50 feet; and the tower, with the spire, rises 165 feet. The great stained-glass window was uncovered on the 7th November, 1855. It consists of five lancet divisions. The small quatrefoils contain the arms of Grooby and Vilett; the larger have three illustrations taken from the Old Testamentthe offering for the cleansing of a leper, the consecration of one bird and the flight of another; the brazen serpent; and the offering of the first-fruits of the harvest. The five divisions are separated into three horizontal compartments, containing five designs from the Biblethe Parable of the Sower; the Pearl of Great Price; the Net cast into the Sea; the Pharisee and the Publican; the Good Shepherd; the Prodigal Son; and the Good Samaritan. The inscription at the foot states that the window was erected "to the honour and glory of God, and in memory of the Rev. Jas. Grooby, many years vicar of the parish, by his widow, Catherine Mary Grooby, and also to the memory of her brother, Lieut Col. Vilett." It was made at Newcastle-on- Tyne, in the manufactory of Mr. Wailes, and was pronounced by him the best he had done, or probably should do. No expense was spared upon the windowcarte blanche being givenand it is considered by the admirers of such productions as most beautiful.
Swindon has now  an increasing population of 8,000.1 It is lighted by gas, and has many public buildings, of all of which full descriptions have appeared in the North Wilts Herald. Its situation is dry and healthy. It stands perhaps upon the highest spot above the sea in the midland western counties; the neighbourhood being the watershed of three rivers. A spring, passing through Brudhill, and joined by the water from another which rises almost beneath the family mansion of the Goddards, runs down to near the canal, where, falling into a brook coming from Chiseldon, through Coate, it proceeds through Rawborough and Coleshill to join the Thames or Isis River near Inglesham. That spring, which rises near to the Goddard mansion, formerly supplied a large pond close to the churchyard, which had a very pleasant appearance, and supplied large numbers with good water.
Horses could be watered here. The same
|1 The present population (1896) is about 36,000, an increase in thirty years which has been exceeded by few English towns.|
spring drove a water-wheel immediately beneath. The old mill has been down some years, but the pond has been only lately filled up. A pump stands there now, and a plot of rhododendrons covers the space once occupied by water. A second spring, rising at Wroughton, runs through Blagrove and Rodbourne Cheney, on to Cricklade, where it also falls into the Thames. A third spring rises between Lower Upham and Draycott Foliatt, close to the Marlborough Road, runs through Ogbourne, and joins the Kennet at Mildenhall, near Marlborough. A fourth rises at Hackpen, passes by Abury, and is the mainspring of the Kennet. Finally, a fifth rises at Solthrop, runs through Wootton Bassett, and at length falls into the Avon. Hence it will be seen that three riversthe Thames, Kennet, and Avonreceive supplies either from Swindon itself, 1or the immediate neighbourhood.
|1 "Thus the waters of Wiltshire find their way from the heart of the county respectively to the Atlantic, the English Channel, and the German Ocean."R. N. Worth.|
|"Old John of Gaunt time-honoured Lancaster."|
UPPER UPHAM lies about seven miles from Swindon in an easterly direction. It simply consists of a mansion and an adjoining cottage or two, which stands upon the summit of a ridge of downs immediately behind Liddington Castlethat conspicuous and well known landmark, to all the neighbourhood round about. It is so named to distinguish it from Lower Upham a farmhouse standing beneath in the vale. Here is a strange avenue of sycamore trees, through which runs the way from Marlborough road to Upper Upham.
After leaving Lower Upham the ground immediately commences to ascend. On the left hand there is a conspicuous "tump " or "hump," in the language of the locality, that is, a mound covered with turf, which has been considered a tumulus, but is not sufficiently distinct to be so called without further and internal examination. Upon the top of the first ridge of downs, overlooking Lower Upham and the plain of Chiseldan, there is a piece of arable land. Here, some time since, the plough turned up some portions of mosaic- work in a very perfect state of preservation, supposed to have once formed the floor of a Roman villa, or some other structure of the Roman period. This mosaic was formerly in the possession of the present occupier of Upper Upham farm, Mr. Frampton, a courteous gentleman, to whose untiring exertion and intelligent investigations the present author owes most of the facts he is here enabled to lay before the reader. It is much to be regretted that this mosaic has been mislaid, probably through the carelessness of servants, and it is still more to be regretted that no excavations have been made upon the site of the discovery, excavations which might be expected to yield much interesting matter calculated to throw light upon the manners of the Romans during their long stay in Britain.
Upper Upham, though a mansion of great extent and height, and though placed upon the summit of a ridge of the downs, is yet so concealed by trees that it is only when standing immediately before it that anything of a view can be obtained. The gabled roof, mullioned windows, and gigantic porch at once convey an impression of antiquity, which is borne out upon investigation. The porch is sufficiently high to enable a person on horseback to sit beneath it as a sentinel, like the Horse Guards at Whitehall. Perhaps in ancient days the door was of a similar height to allow of a horseman riding into the hall of the mansion an occurrence by no means uncommon if tradition and ballads are worthy of credence.
The champion rides into Westminster Hall at the coronation dinner even in the present age, and in the old metrical romance of King Estmere (supposed to have been written late in the fifteenth century, perhaps about 1491), there is a plain allusion to such a custom.
King Estmere, in order to obtain entrance to his lady love, who is sitting at her marriage- feast beside the paynim King of Spainby compulsion be it understooddisguises himself as a minstrel, and, in company with his brother, "Adler Yonge," who carries his harp, rides up to the hall gate. The porter intimates that he does not recognize them.
|"Then they pulled out a ryng of gold|
|Layd itt on the porter's arme:|
|'And ever we will thee, proud porter,|
|Thou wilt saye us no harme."|
|Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere|
|And sore he handled the ryng,|
|Then opened to them the fayre hall yates,|
|He lett for no kind of thyng.|
|"Kyng Estmere he stabled his steede|
|Soe fayre att the hall horde|
|The frothe that came from his brydle bitte|
|Light on King Bremor's beard.|
|Saies, 'Stable thou steede thou proud harper,|
|Goe, stable him in the stalle;|
|Itt doth not beseeme a proud harper,|
|To stable him in a Kyng's halle.' "|
A fight ensues, in which King Estmere and "Adler Yonge" vanquish the whole paynim host, by help of "grammarye," that is magic, and finally convey the bride home.
Now upon the arch of the porch is the following inscription:--
which date is not much more than a century after the date of the above ballad. These initials are those of the Goddards of Cliffe, or Cleeve, who at that time owned the Upper Upham estate. This antique porch being in a very faulty state, and threatening destruction, instead of affording shelter, to those who passed beneath, was some time since repaired, but without altering its original appearance. High over the porch hangs a bell, used for divers purposesit was cast in the neighbouring village of Aldbourne. The mansion is built of flint and stone, the first being a material easily obtainable upon these downs, whence are taken hundreds of cart-loads in the course of a year for repairing the adjacent highways. The porch before mentioned gives entrance to what was originally one vast hall, extending the whole length of the building. At present this enormous apartment is partitioned off into two a sitting-room and a drawing-roomanother portion of it forms a passage; and a fourth is still used for the purposes for which a modern hall is required. This must have been a magnificent apartment in times gone by. Hundreds of retainers might have sat at table in the body of the hall, looked down upon- by "my lord," sitting on the dais, or raised portion; which at this day forms a drawing-room whose floor is still elevated a step or two above that of the other apartments. When the size of this immense apartment is thoroughly understood and conceived, it is impossible not to marvel at the vastness of the ideas of our ancestors. Here, perched upon a wild range of down, utterly unseen, and unheard of by the traveller, far distant from any other habitation, is a mansion which might compete, perhaps, with any in North Wilts, for the original extent of its apartments, and most certainly in the traditions and associations connected with them. At the present date the neighbourhood seems deserted, but then it must have been possible to collect hundreds together, since guests to fill the immense hall must certainly have required to be numbered by the hundred.
The present sitting-room contains two objects of especial interest. The first is a carved mantelpiece, of great width, height, and antiquity; there are few things here that are not at the same time ancient and immense. It takes a tall man to reach anything off this mantelpiece. But above it is an attraction to the antiquary. It is a large square tabletif such an expression may be usedcontaining a carved coat-of-arms. The centre-piece is much defaced; one of the supporters is completely gone, and the other so much mutilated that it seems impossible to pronounce it either a griffin or an unicorn ; probably it is the latter. A ducal crown projects above, with what appear enormous oak leaves. Beneath is a scroll carved at full length with the inscription: "Dieu et mon droit." 1 The whole is surrounded by a carved border. This is considered to be the coat-of-
|1 Mr. Morris says: "It would seem from this that there is nothing more than tradition for it that Upper Upham was ever a royal hunting seat. And it must be further noticed that the tradition, as handed down by John Britton and the Rev. J. Seagram, does not exactly tally, the former referring to the place as being the hunting seat of King John, who reigned from 1189 to 1199, and the latter to John of Gaunt, who died 1398. Of course, it may be that both King John and John of Gaunt made use of Upper Upham as a hunting seat. And this would seem to be very probable. King John's connection with Marlborough, the almost adjoining parish, is well authenticated." Mr. Waylen, in his History of Marlborough, says : "John's connection with Marlborough is still further testified by the fact that he selected it as the scene of his marriage with the heiress of the Earl of Gloucester, which took place in conformity with Richard's wishes, and in all probability with the sanction of his presence, 29th August, 1189."|
arms of Lancaster. When John of Gaunt, the son of King Edward the Third, was created Duke of Lancaster by his father, at the ceremony of investure he was not only girded by the King with a sword, but a cap of fur underneath a coronet of gold set with jewels was placed upon his head. He seems to have been the first who was thus, as it were, crowned.
Here on this coat-of-arms may still be seen the representation of this ducal crown, which exactly answers the description given of the original. These are the arms1 of the celebrated John of Gaunt, "time-honoured Lancaster."
|1 The arms of John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, were: "France and England quarterly, with a label of three points, ermine, with the garter."|
The motto is that of the monarchs of England: "God and my right." At the back of the hall are the offices and staircase. The staircase is of carved oak in good preservation, and occupies much room.
Immediately over the hall is a chamber known as the "banqueting room." This, too, is on the same scale. It is at least thirty feet in length, and of corresponding breadth and height. Here is another carved mantelpiece, considered to be of Jacobean times. It is in excellent preservation. The supporters on either hand are carved figures. What indescribable scenes of revelry this chamber in all probability witnessed in the days of long ago! Whilst the rude retainers quaffed, and roared forth their drinking songs in the spacious hall beneath, those of more noble birth feasted here. Every windowand there were three to this banqueting room, though now but oneglared forth upon the night with the light of the flames in the fireplace, or the flaring torches. Two cart-loads of wood, says tradition, was the allowance of yonder yawning chimney-place from sunset to sunrise. Here the strangely-dressed courtiers of Queen Elizabeth's time feasted and drank, and discussed court scandal. There is a tradition that Queen Elizabeth herself once spent a night or two in this old mansion during one of her progresses.
Francis Rutland, a courtier who died during a progress, lies buried in Chiseldon Church, not much over two miles distant. Here the cavaliers of King Charles's days roared out their tipsy loyalty, and swore deep oaths of deadly vengeance against "Old Noll," whose soldiers, says tradition, destroyed as far as they were able the carved coat-of-arms in the hall beneath.
It bore the royal mottothat was enough down with it! Musket butt, or pike-end destroy the idol Baal! Such was the fierce unreasoning hatred of the Parliamentarian soldiers to everything which symbolized monarchy. King Charles himself may have caught a hurried glance at these ancient walls, for he was often in the neighbourhood, and once or twice passed very near, as will be presently shown. The men of times long before these, men of plate-armour, two-handed swords and battle-axes, may have taken refreshment here for aught that is distinctly known to the contrary. That old oaken staircase may have felt the iron tread of mailed men, and re-echoed to the clank of their long swords and jingling spurs. These vast halls carry back the mind to a period of English history long gone byfar back to the days of steel. These are the days of steam.
The very elevated situation upon which the mansion is built may be easily realized when it is stated that, with the aid of a good telescope, Windsor can be seen upon the one hand, and Brecon, in Wales, on the other. This is, of course, from the upper storeys.
The mansion, or the estate at least, was in ancient days one of those in the possession of John of Gaunt, the most remarkable man of his age. His relation to royal personages would have been sufficient to have made his name in a certain sense famous, he being the son of a king, the brother of a king, and the uncle of a king. But it was as a military commander that John of Gaunt chiefly shone.1 Shakespeare has immortalised his name in the historical drama of Richard II. He probably held the
|1 Historians may be allowed to differ from Jefferies' opinion in this as in other matters noted throughout these pages.|
Upper Upham estate by some form of feudal tenure.
Now it is very evident that the present mansion of Upper Upham does not date from that remote period. There is a very marked alteration in the face of the country immediately upon leaving Upper Upham. Here, perhaps, upon these wild and, to a great extent, unenclosed downs, may be seen the nearest approach to the ancient state of Britainwide, open campaign country, with clumps of trees and forest glades interspersed, once the resort and favourite haunt of deer. Beneath, in the vale, the country is of an entirely different description. There it is rich meadow land, looking, from the summit of the downs, like one extensive wood, from the numberless trees growing in the thick hedges, together with the interspersed copses. Here is ridge after ridge of down, with an occasional copse, a fir plantation, clumps of trees, wild glades, and deep secluded vales, all open and unenclosed, a rare hunting country. Moreover, the down upon the south of Upham is to this day known as 1Aldbourne Chace.
|1 Also spelt in old maps, Auburn, Albourn, and Aldbourn.|
Chace is a well known word meaning wood. Some maps call it the Royal Chace; but the name most commonly used for the last two centuries has been Aldbourne Chace. There is a wood there to this day, and it is a favourite meet for hounds for such a length of time do customs exist in England.
This place, where centuries ago the wild deer ran free, except when the hounds were upon their track, is to this day famous for hunting.
Hence it seems a reasonable conclusion that Upper Upham was a hunting-lodge; much such another mansion as that which is familiar to the readers of Sir Walter Scott's Woodstock.
The building itself bears out this conjecture.
So vast a hall could never have been needed by a country gentleman, or simple lord of the manor, nor are the other portions of the mansion in proportion to it. It is very evident that it was only used on certain occasions when the hunt had run this way. But then comes the immediate questionto what forest was" this a hunting lodge? Some say Windsor, but the great distance from that place seems to offer an almost insuperable objection. Others prefer Savernake, but that forest does not appear to have extended in this direction.
There remains Braden Forest, which was formerly of enormous extent, and which even at the present day is a large wood. Braden Forest has this recommendationit was held by the Dukes of Lancaster by some form of tenure from the Crown, and here at Upper Upham may still be seen the Lancastrian coat of arms. The distance is much less than Windsor. Braden Wood lies immediately below Purton, a little over twelve miles distant, Burderop Wood lies three miles distant, almost in a direct line. At Burderop there were deer no great time ago. Horns are still preserved which were shed by the deer of Burderop. At any rate there can be but little doubt that Upper Upham was a hunting lodge, to whatever forest it may have been attached.
The present mansion is certainly a more modern erection than that which belonged to John of Gaunt in the fourteenth century, though some of the material with which it is constructed may have come from the more ancient erection. In the wall of the garden may be seen a stone carved with ovals, evidently never intended for its present position.
Similar stones are built into the adjoining stable. One of them has the letter E cut upon it, while the beams of the stable are of black oak, and carved; nor does the stable appear to have been ever used for any other purpose than that to which it is put at present. These stones and beams may have formed part of an ancient building, the site of which was somewhat south of the present mansion. Here, on the edge of the hill, may be seen great irregularities and unevenness in the ground. This field still goes by the name of the Rookery, though now there is scarcely a tree to be seen in it, and the position of the present rookery is immediately behind the modern mansion.
Moreover, on the very edge of the hill, in the south-eastern corner of the field, there may still be seen a hollow in the ground, of a circular shape, which has four well-marked entrances, and three tiers, or steps, like a miniature amphitheatre. It is, in short, a cockpit. All this would seem to mark the site of an ancient building, and more decided testimony is yet forthcoming. One old lady, who has now been dead many years, but who lived to be ninety, and whose memory might, therefore, commence a full century since, used to aver that in her youth there still remained the visible ruins of a building, two or three feet high, upon or near those places now rendered remarkable by the unevenness of the ground. There were also deep caverns undergroundvaults, or cellars in which smugglers were accustomed to conceal their goods after a run upon the south coast. That there are caverns and hollow places underground here and near about is a known fact. It is remarkable that at the present day all the water used for drinking purposes here is brought from the village of Snap, at some very considerable distance, where there is a deep well, with a wheel made to revolve by a pony.1 Our ancestors were not usually accustomed to place their habitations where there was no water to be got.
They always had to face the risk of a siege.
It is probable that there was a well here somewhere, though it is now choked and the site unknown. There is a tradition that an attempt was once made to get water here by sinking a well, which attempt, after having been carried to a depth of three cart lines, or 120 feet, was
|1 Cf. the well at Carisbrooke Castle.|
abandoned, and the excavation walled over.
Some while afterwards a carter was driving a loaded wagon over the spot, utterly ignorant of what was beneath, when he was alarmed by a horrible noise, felt the ground tremble, dropped his whip, and ran for his life. Looking behind him, he found that his team and wagon had disappeared down a chasm in the earththe old lost well. Later, whilst making a hole with an iron bar in the present yard, the bar suddenly sank through, and a hazel rod of great length having been procured, was let down without reaching the bottom. In the vale beneath the ground still known as the Rookery, tradition states that there was once a magnificent row of oaks extending to the village of Aldbourne, and the place to this day is known as Fair-Oak Vale.
Near the present mansion, in a field known as the Longfield, on the edge of the hill overlooking Aldbourne Warren, there are some more unmistakable traces of ancient habitations.
The ground is very uneven, mounds running across it in all directions, though seeming chiefly to enclose parallelograms. On one spot there grows a large quantity of daffodils, so firmly rooted that it has been found impossible to eradicate them. They cover a considerable space of ground, and can always be discovered on account of the sheep refusing to eat the leaves, and treading them under foot. This was probably a garden. There does not appear to have been any tradition concerning this place, whence it may be concluded that if habitations were to be found here it was at a time long previous to the erection of those whose ruins were seen by the old lady who has been mentioned.
Hence there are three different periods, as it were, represented at Upper Upham.1 The pre-
|1 Mr. Morris writes,in Swindon Fifty Years Ago: "This, then, is what I would suggest as the probable history of Upper Upham, and the interesting old mansion there, and it will be allowed that the suggestion has the advantage of admitting the possibility of all the things we have heard about the place. That there was a mansion or hunting seat which belonged to either King John or John of Gaunt, and possibly to both; that this house fell into ruins; that in 1541 John Goddard, of Aldbourne, acquired the lands at Upper Upham on which the ruins were, along with lands in Wanborough, Wiclescote, and Wroughton, which lands had previously belonged to Lacock Abbey, through a grant from the Crown; and that John Goddard's successor to the property, Richard Goddard, built the present house, not far from where the old royal hunting seat had stood, and using therefore in the building such stones and material as was available from the ruins; and that probably, some thirty years afterwards, the entrance porch not satisfying the critical eye of Sir Christopher Wren, was altered as it now stands in accordance with his designs. I am unable to say how long the property remained in the Goddard family after 1599, but I believe I am correct in saying it was repurchased some years ago by the present representative of the family, Mr. A. L. Goddard."|
sent mansion carries the mind back three centuries; the ruins of the Rookery to a time that survives only in tradition; the traces in the Longfield to a period of which nothing is known, and but little conjectured.
Coins of almost all periods of English history have been found upon the Upper Upham estate, and are in the possession of the present occupier. The Britons are represented by a gold coin, whose intrinsic value that is, as simply a piece of gold is estimated at 13s. 6d.
It is a coin of a very early period, being without inscription, and may probably have been made before Christ. It is decidedly concave on one side, and convex on the other.
The device is in excellent preservation, and consists of the rude figure of a horse much like a miniature representation of the sculptured horse on the down at Woolston and two chariot wheels, one above and the other beneath the horse. A few uncertain flourishes are scattered about. These coins are considered to be rude imitations of the "Philips," issued by the Macedonian monarchs, long before Christ, and which went all over Europe.
These Philips had on one side Apollo driving a chariot. British coins have been found which illustrate the gradual decline of the imitation from the artistic excellence of the original to the rudeness of conception which characterizes this coin discovered at Upper Upham. It may be a coin of the Belgae, mentioned by Richard of Cirencester as a tribe holding a large part of Wiltshire, who were foreigners arriving in Britain from Gaul before the advent of Caesar.
Two Roman copper coins, with illegible inscriptions, a gold crown of Henry the Eighth, one with a large P with two cross-bars, others marked with a dragon, a medal of Elizabeth with an inscription stating that she was a rose without a thorn, and several others of later date, have been found here, and are preserved together with a very fine barbed arrowhead.
Another Roman relic is also carefully kept. It is a brass ornament of a trumpet with an inscription in very primitively formed letters Gaudeamus that is, "Let us rejoice." The village of Aldbourne (pronounced Awborne) lies at a short distance from Upper Upham. "Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain," is the opening line of Goldsmith's "Deserted Village." Aldbourne lies in a plain, and it has been thought that this is the spot alluded to by the poet,1 who allows that the misery he sings of only existed in his imagination. Aldbourne is a very ancient place. John of Gaunt gave a charter to Aldbourne, in which he gave eighty acres to the poor of the parish, which exists to this day in much the same state as it may be supposed to have been then wild and uncultivated. Aldbourne was once famous
|1 This is only a fancy. Auburn was a mere name, which may have referred to Lissoy, Co. Westmeath, but in all probability referred to a place which only existed in the poet's imagination. Macaulay says: "The village, in its happy days, is a true English village; the village in its decay is an Irish village. The felicity and the misery which Goldsmith has brought together belong to two different countries, and to two different stages in the progress of society." There is nothing in this locality to lend colour to Jefferies' theory.|
for its bell foundry; but this is a thing of the past. A fine set of bells cast here is in the church tower. Old Swindon chime is said to have been cast at Aldbourne. Aldbourne Warren was once a famous place for rabbits. It was let out and rented like a farm. In winter, in frosty weather, it was often found necessary to take a wagon load of hay out, which the rabbits would follow by the thousand, like a flock of sheep, and no sooner was it flung down than it was devoured. Aldbourne rabbits were in great favour in the London markets, and rabbits are said to be still sold there under that name, though perhaps in reality no rabbit has been sent there in the present century from Aldbourne.
The following extract from Lord Clarendon's history of the Rebellion relates to Aidbourne Chace:
"So that the Earl of Essex was march'd with his whole army and train from Tewkesbury, four-and-twenty hours before the King heard which way he was gone; for he took advantage of a dark night, and having sure Guides, reached Ciciter before the breaking of the day; where he found two regiments of the King's horse quartered securely; all which, by the negligence of the officers (a common and fatal crime throughout the War, on the King's part), he surprised, to the number of above three hundred; and, which was of much greater value, he found there a great quantity of provisions, prepared by the King's commissaries for the army before Gloster, and which they neglected to remove after the siege was raised, and so most sottishly left it for the relief of the enemy, far more apprehensive of hunger than of the sword; and indeed this wonderful supply strangely exalted their spirits, as sent by the special care and extraordinary hand of Providence, even when they were ready to faint.
"From hence the Earl, having no farther apprehension of the King's horse, which he had no mind to encounter upon the open campania, and being at the least twenty miles before him, by easy marches, that his sick and wearied soldiers might overtake him, moved, through that deep and enclosed country of North Wiltshire, his direct way to London.
As soon as the King had sure notice which way the enemy was gone, he endeavoured by expedition and diligence to recover the advantage which the supine negligence of those he had trusted had robbed him of; and himself, with matchless industry, taking care to lead up the foot, prince Rupert with near five thousand horse, march'd day and night over the hills to get between London and the enemy, before they should be able to get out of those enclosed deep countries, in which they were engaged between narrow lanes, and to entertain them with skirmishes till the whole army should come up. This design, pursued and executed with indefatigable pains, succeeded to his wish; for when the van of the enemy's army had almost marched over Awborne Chase, intending that night to have reach'd Newbury, prince Rupert, besides their fear or expectation, appear'd with a strong body of horse so near them, that before they could put themselves in order to receive him, he charged their rear, and routed them with good execution; and though the enemy performed the parts of good men, and applied themselves more dexterously to the relief of each other than on so sudden and unlook'd for an occasion was expected, yet, with some difficulty and the loss of many men, they were glad to shorten their journey, and, the night coming on, took up their quarters at Hungerford.
"In this conflict, which was very sharp for an hour or two, many fell of the enemy, and of the King's party none of name but the marquis of Vieu Ville, a gallant gentleman of the French nation, who had attended the Queen out of Holland, and put himself as a volunteer upon this action into the lord Jermin's regiment. There were hurt many officers, and among those the lord Jermin received a shot in his arm with a pistol, owing the preservation of his life from other shots to the excellent temper of his armour; and the lord Digby, a strange hurt in the face, a pistol being discharged at so near a distance upon him that the powder fetch'd much blood from his face, and for the present blinded him without further mischieve; by which it was concluded that the bullet had dropped out before the pistol was discharged. And it may be reckoned amongst one of those escapes, of which that gallant person hath passed a greater number in the course of his life than any man I know."
This skirmish in "Awborne Chace" so delayed the Earl of Essex that the King was enabled to come up, when ensued the battle of Newbury.1 A memento of those bloody times was picked up in Aldbourne Chace, not long since, in the shape of a cannon ball, thought to weigh about 8 lbs. A boy more lately made a very fortunate discovery in the same Chace. He saw something glitter upon the ground, picked it up, and found it was a coin, which he supposed was a very old shilling. On further investigation he discovered nearly two hundred similar coins, and carried them home in a sack.
These coins are said to be of the reign of King Charles; hence they were probably hidden in the Chace about the time of the Civil Wars.
|1 September 20th, 1643.|
THE direct road to London from Swindon passes through Coate. Shortly after leaving that village, there may be seen at a little distance upon the left hand a long, low- roofed, ancient slated farm-building, known as Liddington Wick. It is now in the occupation of Mr. Reeves,1 and is conspicuous for a great way, on account of a magnificent yew growing immediately before the house. Tradition states that Liddington Wick was once a Roman Catholic chapel or oratory, though to what monastery or nunnery it belonged is not said.
It is evidently an ancient building, from the thickness of the walls, and that it was not originally destined for the purpose to which it is applied may be inferred from the fact that in
|1 Its present occupant is Mr. J. Smith.|
the memory of man the front door resembled that of a churchheavy, and studded with nails. Moreover, the drawing-room contains a carved ceiling, cut in plaster of Paris or some similar material, which is said to be unique of its kind, and is of considerable antiquity. This ceiling was originally picked out in blue and gold, but is now a plain white. The pattern is that which is known in embroidery as the wheel. Liddington Wick is interesting, since it appears to be almost the only remaining vestige of Roman Catholic times in this neighbourhood.
One version of the tradition makes it a nunnery.
The fine yew immediately before the door gives it still a sombre appearance, suitable for a house used for religious purposes. This tree may date from the days of the nuns. It is evidently some centuries old. Before the mansion there is a field known as the home field.
Through it the footpath to Lower Wanborough passes. Here there are unmistakable traces of ancient habitations, the ground being full of irregularities. While digging drains here coins were found, stated to be Roman. Liddington Wick is a place of great antiquity, and has been inhabited from time immemorial. A field near by here affords a curious fact to the lovers of natural history. It is covered with what appears at first sight simply small turfy and thymy hillocks of earth, but which turn out upon investigation to be ant-hills, placed so close together that it is possible by springing from one to the other to pass from one side of the ground to the other without setting foot on the level earth. These hillocks represent the industry of millionscountless myriadsof ants, continued, no doubt, for years, since the fields seem to have presented this appearance from time immemorial.
Liddington Wick is the outlying habitation of the ancient village of Liddington. Liddington is a well-known place. It has figured in novels ere now. A Mrs. May, the wife of a former rector of Liddington, combined the legends of Liddington into a tale of fiction some twenty years ago, and issued it to the public under the title of The Abbess of Shaftesbury, which work made a great noise in the neighbourhood at the date of its publication, but has now become rare. The plot circles round Liddington Manor-house. This mansion lies at the extremitythe mouthof a narrow, winding vale, sheltered from the north-easterly winds by the downs, and has a beautiful view of the vale beneath from the western windows.
A spring rising near forms some large ponds, which give the place the appearance of being surrounded with water, while a rookery and an ancient water-wheel add to the old English look of the place. It is certainly the most romantically-situated mansion in the neighbourhood.
The many-gabled roofs and mullioned windows proclaim its antiquity. It has been described as Elizabethan, and such may be the style of the building, but the inscription upon the chimney-top is A. V. 1670. C. V., at which date Charles II. was upon the English throne.
Here are supposed to take place the main incidents in The Abbess of Shaftesbury, which also contains allusions to John of Gaunt and his mansion of Upper Upham. Liddington Manor-house was well known to all the neighbourhood as the residence of the venerableMr. Brind. A carved mantelpiece here is said to be of great age.
Liddington Church contains two tombs which have caused much discussion in antiquarian circles. They are side by side, placed near the present vestry-room, and are in memory of some departed dignitaries of the church, as is evident from the foliated crosses.
There is neither inscription nor date. Tradition says they are the tombs of the Abbot and Abbess of the suppressed Abbey of Shaftesbury. Liddington, then, in all probability, once belonged to that ancient monastery. Liddington Wick may have had some connection with it also. Liddington Church is a prebendal church.
High above the village towers Liddington Hill, well known to dwellers in the locality, and conspicuous to all from the Folly, or group of trees at one end, and the well-marked "castle," or entrenchment, at the other. Liddington Camp is usually considered as Roman, but it may nevertheless have afforded defence to both Briton and Roman, Saxon and Dane.
It is of great extent, and somewhat of a square formprobably the largest in North Wilts.
Each side may measure two hundred yards.
This camp was placed upon a very commanding spot. The view from here is magnificent.
Flint-digging has been carried on within the entrenchment, and resulted in the discovery of numerous coins, said to be Roman, spear-heads and arrow-heads, together with pieces of rusty iron, now of no particular form, but supposed to be broken sword-blades. Here also was found a kind of bodkin with a square head, engraved with characters. Liddington Camp consists of only one fosse, which is, however, of great depth. It is very evident that this place was never thrown up by a passing army for a night's defenceit is too large and substantial. It was probably a station, and well garrisoned. The Ridge Way, an ancient British road, runs at the foot of the hill; and the Ickleton Way passes through Badbury and Chisledon almost immediately beneath. A memento of battle-fields, fought in days long after those of spear and arrow-head, is said to have been picked up upon this hill in the shape of a cannon ball. It was probably sent upon its errand of destruction in the times of the Civil War.
The road to Faringdon branches off from the London road at Liddington, and passes through Wanborough. Wanborough is a place of great antiquity, and played a distinguished part in the early history of England. "a.d. 592," writes Ethelwerd,1 "there was a great slaughter on both sides, at a place called Wodnesbyrg, so that Ceawlin was put to flight, and died at the end of one more year." Ceawlin was a Saxon king of Wessex. He it was who, in conjunction with Cenric, another Saxon chief, routed a British army near Barbury. His life seems to have been spent in one continued round of fighting, in which he was generally successful, until this fatal battle of Wanborough.
Fuller accounts state that he had contrived to make himself obnoxious both to the Britons and Saxons, who joined their forces and defeated him. This was over twelve centuries ago. The same chronicler states that "a.d. 715 Ina and Ceolred (Ceolric?) fought against those who opposed them in arms at Wothnesbeorghge,"2 that is, Wanborough.3 Wan-
|1 Ethelwerd dedicated his work to, and wrote it for the use of his relation, Matilda, daughter of Otho the Great, Emperor of Germany, by his first Empress Editha, who is mentioned in the Saxon Chron., a.d. 925. His chronicle is called, "The Chronicle of Fabius Ethelwerd, from the beginning of the world to the year of our Lord 975.'|
|2 Wodnesburie = Wodensburgh (?).
3 "Dr. Guest remarked that the great highways of Wessex all converge on Wanborough." Worth.
borough has, then, witnessed at least two severe contests. Somewhat more than a mile from Lower Wanborough, near Stratton St. Margaret, is a place known as Wanborough Nythe.
This may have been once a Roman station, the site of which was upon Covenham Farm, near to the edge of the Nythe brook. Numerous remnants of the Roman occupation have been found herechiefly coins.1 It is recorded that in the year 1689 as many as sixteen hundred or two thousand coins were discovered here in a single vessel. They were no doubt of various descriptions, but it is stated that they were Roman, and none of a later date than Commodus. Commodus became Emperor of the Roman Empire about 180 a.d.
An ancient Roman road runs close by, coming from the direction of Wanborough, and going towards Cricklade and Cirencester. It is remarkably straight. The word Nythe is thought to be a corruption of the Latin Nidus, which might perhaps mean home, or station, an inhabited spot.
In Domesday Book Wanborough is written Wembergh. It was held by the Bishop of
|1 And pottery.|
Winchester for the support of the minster. In the days of Henry II., who reigned from 1154 to 1189, it belonged to William Longespee, then Earl of Sarum, or Salisbury. The brother of this earl was, in the thirteenth year of Henry III., Justiciary of Ireland. Wanborough became his by gift from the Earl of Sarum, in the year 1245, on the condition that it was to be held under Longespee's descendants.
Stephen, Justiciary of Ireland, got, in 1252, a grant enabling him to hold a market and fair at Wanborough. He died in 1260. Wanborough then fell to his widow Emmeline, called the Countess of Ulster, by right of a former husband, and to his two daughters, Ela and another Emmeline. Ela was the wife of Roger le Louche, and had a son Alan. Emmeline was married to one Maurice Fitz Maurice, but left no issue. Alan, however, had a daughter and heiress, Matilda, who became the spouse of Robert de Holand. A grand-daughter of theirs, called Lady Wanborough, brought the place, by marriage, to John, fifth Baron Lovel of Titchmarsh. This was in the year 1375. From him descended Francis, Viscount Lovel, the favourite of Richard III., of whom more presently. Francis left no issue, and was attainted in 1487. From that year to a.d. 1515 the manor was held by John Cheyne, Knight, Cheyne is a name still known in North Wilts. There is a village near Swindon called Rodbourne Cheyne. It is a name known to the readers of Scott.
Elspeth in The Antiquary sings several old ballads about a gallant Roland Cheyne:
|"To turn the rein were sin and shame,|
|To fight were wonderous peril;|
|What would'st thou do now, Roland Cheyne,|
|Wert thou Glenallan's earl ? "|
Roland Cheyne is all for fighting, though the odds of numbers be immense against them.
After Sir John Cheyne, the manor of Wanborough was enjoyed by Sir Edward Darell, of Littlecote. He was owner at the date of his death in 1549. A grandson of his sold it to Sir Humphrey Forster, of Aldermaston, about 1665. Afterwards, in Queen Anne's reign, it was purchased from Sir Charles Hedges by Samuel Sharp, Esq., of Bath.
In the days of Edward I., Sewale d'Oseville and Fitz-Geoffrey were great men at Wanborough. Under them were Foliott, Turnville, and others. Wroughton was a name which had some connection with Wanborough in the reign of Henry IV. Brynd is a Wanborough name. Thomas Brynd was here in 1665. He was the patron of the rectory of Stanton Fitzwarren. A Brynd was murdered here in 1571.
J. Goddard had a grant in Wanborough and Upham in the days of the burly monarch, Henry VIII. There is a long list of noble names, celebrated in their day, which once had some connection with Wanborough. How little is remembered of them there now! Aubrey visited Wanborough, as he did so many other places in North Wilts, nearly two centuries since, note-book in hand. Here is a curious extract from his memoranda: "Wanboro'.
Here is a Latt Mead celebrated yearly with great ceremony. The lord weareth a garland of flowers; the mowers at one house have always a pound of beef and a head of garlic every man . . . with many other customs still retayned. It is sufficiently well known to the neighbouring gentry for revelling and horse- racing." What was meant by a "Latt Mead" can now only be conjectured. It is supposed to have been a ceremony which originated when Britain was partially a wild, unenclosed, and uncultivated country. The enclosing of a piece of ground would in such times be an event to the neighbourhood, and likely to be commemorated by a festival, or mumming.
There are many meadows hereabout known as Lot Meads. The character which Aubrey gives Wanborough is still retained; Wanborough is still a well-known place for revelling, though horse-racing seems to have declined. Aubrey elsewhere mentions a tradition that a moat which was shown him at Wanborough originally surrounded a mansion once inhabited by the famous Francis Lovel, the favourite of Richard III. The mansion had disappeared even then. Who does not remember the rhymewhich, by-the-bye, cost its composer his life:
|"The rat, the cat, and Lovel the dog,|
|Rule all England under the Hog,"|
alluding to King Richard's crest, which was a boar's head, and to his ministers, Ratcliffe, Catesby, and Lovel. This moat was in a field called Court Close, or Cold Close. A moat, which is supposed to be the same seen by Aubrey, is still very plainly perceivable at Lower Wanborough. It is now dry, and partially surrounds a farmhouse occupied by Mrs. Thorn. A curious discovery was made in the garden of this farmhouse by Mr. H. Thorn, who was digging potatoes, when his spade struck against something, and turned up a quantity of mosaic-workor what was called mosaic-workon which the form of a dog was depicted. Beneath this was a leaden coffin, extremely thin, and corroded with age. On being opened it was found to contain a skeleton, supposed to be that of a woman. This has been pronounced a Roman interment by some; others assign it to a later date. Leaden coffins were much used by the Romans, but were not confined to them. This had evidently been in the earth for a great period of time, on account of its extreme thinness; so that the sides fell in on attempting to move it. The teeth in the skull were still perfect.
There is a tradition that the moat was once crossed by means of a copper (?) drawbridge, close to the entrance to the present farmhouse.
In the memory of man another field, now known as the Warnedges, contained ruins, supposed to be those of an ancient mansion.
They have now disappeared. They had then an ill name, on account of a murder committed there.
Wanborough Church is a peculiar structure.
It has both a square tower and a spireone at either end, and of about equal height.1 It is a very ancient erection. The tower bears the date of 1435more than four centuries since. The same form of church architecture may be seen at Purton. Wanborough was visited by Captain Symonds, of King Charles's army, in 1644.
After leaving Wanborough, the Faringdon or Wantage road runs along the edge of the down to Hinton, allowing a beautiful view of the Vale of Shrivenham. Hinton Church, some time since, was taken possession of by a swarm of bees, which it was found impossible to dislodge, and so much did the bees annoy the congregation, that service was held in the porch during the summer. From
|1 According to the story, there was a dispute between the two sisters who built the church on the subject of Tower versus Spire. This was how they settled it.|
Hinton the road winds away to Bishop, or Bishopstone, a large and pleasant village.
The church contains a remarkably fine arched door in the chancel, which is of great antiquity. Aubrey came to Bishopstone. He observes that the church windows were broken by the soldiers in the Civil Wars probably by the army of the Earl of Essex, in its retreat through Wiltshire towards London. Aubrey also remarks that they had here a "Hocker Bench." How this custom originated, or, indeed, what it consisted of here, seems unknownlost in a dim antiquity. In other places it appears to have been a kind of game, which consisted in running after strangers or passers-by, snaring them in a rope, and not allowing them to proceed until they had paid a forfeit. Here, also, says Aubrey, was a "Paradise" or Sanctuary a place wherein it was reported men were free from arrest. At Bishopstone there was recently a very ancient mansion, but it is now pulled down. Bishopstone is a famous place for ducks and watercress.
Ashbury, the next village, is a very ancient place. It was formerly spelt Asshebury, and is mentioned in a Charter of King Edred of the date 947 a.d., as situated upon the extremity of Ashedoune (now Ashdown), which then seems to have been the name of a district, but is now that of a single down or hill.
Icknield Street (a Roman road) runs through Ashbury, and winding round the brow of the adjacent down, passes immediately under White Horse Hill. It has been conjectured that the Icknield Street was so named from being constructed or repaired by the Roman general Agricola, who was in Britain about the year 80 a.d., the letters "a" and "g" being dropped, and the name otherwise corrupted in the course of so many centuries.1 At any rate, there can be no doubt that this road once echoed to the tramp of the Roman legions.
The next village to Ashbury is Woolston.
It is said that Woolston is a shortened form of Wulferithstone, a great Saxon chief, who lived in the days of King Alfred, and was rewarded for efficient services rendered to that monarch with the present of some land here-
|1 "Iken.yld.straet. A Roman road in England, so-called because it passed through the Iceni, or Norfolk, Suffolk, etc."Bosworth.|
about. Wulferithstone seems to have been Duke of Hampshire, and to have died a.d. 897. The village of Woolston lies exactly at the foot of the White Horse Hill, just at the mouth of that steep-sided, narrow valley which, commencing below the sculptured form of the white horse, goes by the name of the White Horse Manger. This sculptured white horsel is of gigantic size, and is represented at full gallop. It may be seen fourteen or fifteen miles off, it being formed by cutting away the turf down to the white chalk. The length from the eye to the commencement of the
|1 the white horses.|
|"The White Horse at Uffington would appear to be the great sire and prototype of all. Tradition ascribes it to Alfred (871).|
|"Brattan Hill Horse, near Westbury. Again ascribed to Alfred, after Ethandun. Repaired and partially re-cut, 1778. [Also repaired in 1873, at a cost of £40.]|
|"Cherhill Horse, close to reputed Danish camp of Oldborough, but cut in 1780. The scouring done by the Lord of the Manor.|
|"Small horse at Marlborough, on the hill behind Preshute. Cut by Mr. Greasley's schoolboys, 1804.|
|"Pewsey Valley Horse, southern slope of Marlborough Downs, in the parish of Alton Berners. Cut 1812 by John Harvey. Smaller insignificant horses at Winterbourne Bassett, Roundway Hill (Devizes), and Broad Town, near Wootton Bassett."-- Wilts Magazine.|
tail is nearly eighty yards, and the tail itself reaches forty-eight yards. Tradition asserts that it was made by order of King Alfred, to commemorate his victory over the Danes at Aescdun, in the year 871. A white horse was the standard of the Saxons, as a raven was that of the Danes. Tacitus relates that the Germans held white horses in the highest veneration, and drew predictions of the future from their neighs or motions; just as the ancient Egyptians did from the bull-god Apis.
White horses among the Romans were sacred to the sun. There would be, then, nothing improbable in the Saxons carving the emblem which they bore -on their standards as a memorial of their victory. Tradition further states that a custom was instituted of scouring the horsethat is, clearing away the turf which had accumulated once in so many yearsa kind of Saxon Olympiad, the length of which appears to be now unknown. Certain it is that the custom has survived until the present day, although performed at very irregular intervals. On such occasions a feast or fair is held in the intrenchment upon the summit of the White Horse Hill. Last time the huge wagons of Wombwell's Menagerie were dragged up. A cheese, by tradition, ought to be rolled down the slope of the White Horse Manger, to be run down after by those venturesome enough to risk their necks; but a cart-wheel was started at the last scouring, and the cheese preserved whole and sound, to be presented to the racer who first touched the wheel after its descent. One of the racers on this occasion, instead of running, jumped at starting and rolled headlong downa most dangerous feat, which might have cost him his life. Several other amusing customs used to be put in practice, which are to be found described at length in a very pleasant style in the Scouring of the White Horse, a work published some time since.
Aescdun or Esc'sdune, now Ashdown, was early a place of importance, as is evident by its being so frequently mentioned by the old chroniclers. Ethelwerd alludes to it a.d. 648, 661, and 871. In the year 871, according to Asser, the Saxons, having been driven from Reading by the Danes, re-assembled their forces four days afterwards under King Ethelred and his brother Alfred. The pagan army of Danes occupied the "higher ground" probably the present intrenchment on the summit of the downthe "Christians," or Saxons, divided their army into two portions, one under King Ethelred, and the other under Alfred. The pagans had also divided their forces into two; one commanded by their kings, and the other by five earls. The Saxons arranged that their king, Ethelred, should attack the Danish monarchs, and Alfred the earls. One night is said to have been spent encampedthe Danes above on Esc'sdune, or Ashdown, i.e. "the hill of the ash," King Ethelred with his division in Hardwell Camp, which still remains immediately above Woolston, and is defended by two fosses. Alfred lay near the present wood of Ashdown, in a slighter intrenchment, probably thrown up for the occasion; some vestiges of which still remaining are known as Alfred's Camp. On the morrow King Ethelred engaged in prayer, and refused to set on until he had heard mass. Meantime the pagans poured down the hill, placing Alfred in such a position that he must either charge without waiting for his brother or else retreat.
"At length he bravely led his troops against the enemy," entirely unsupported, and Christians and pagans mingled in battle. A single hawthorn tree grew upon the slopethere are some near nowand around this tree was waged the thickest of the battle. It seems to have been undecided until Ethelred, having finished his devotions, came up with his followers, when the Danes were immediately routed, and fled towards Reading. "All the flower of the barbarian youth was there slain," says Ethelwerd, "so that never before nor since was ever such destruction known since the Saxons gained Britain by their arms." There fell of the Danes, King Bagsac, Earl Sidrac the elder, and Earl Sidrac the younger, Earl Osbern, Earl Frene, and Earl Harold.
Away to the east of White Horse Hill, the direction in which the battle rolled, may still be seen seven barrows, supposed to be the burial-places of those who fell in the engagement. Close behind the Ridge Way road, about a mile from the brow of Ashdown, may be seen a cromlech, by some thought to be the sepulchre of the above-mentioned King Bagsac;
it being a Danish custom to inter their nobility in such a manner. This monument is now hidden in a beech-copse, and consists of three stones set on edge, supporting a fourth a broad covering-stone. More are scattered round, forming an oval. Altogether, there are now about thirty stones here which are visible. It has much the appearance of an altar. Sacrifices may have been offered to the deceased Dane. Some think it a work of the Druids. It is evidently very ancient, being mentioned in a Saxon charter as a landmark.
The country people call it Wayland Smith's cave, and tell a story of an invisible smith, who shoed travellers' horses, on condition of their laying a groat upon the altar-stone, and then retiring out of sightwhistling when hid, as a signal, and leaving the horse near.
Presently there would be a tinkling of hammers, and on returning to the spot the horse would be found shod and no one in sight.
This legend came under the notice of Sir Walter Scott, who is said to have visited the place. He has embodied it in the novel of Kenilworth. The legend is thought to have originated in a Danish superstition concerning spirits who dwelt in rocks, and were cunning workmen in iron and steel.
The memory of King Alfred still lies here.
His bugle-horn is shown at a wayside inn called the "Blowing-Stone," about a mile from the White Horse Hill. It is a large Sarsden, with many holes, one of which, being blown through, causes a noise which may be heard at a great distance.
Uffington, a village near by, is thought to be a corruption of Ubba's meadow-town.
Ubba, or Offa, was a celebrated king in the time of the Heptarchy. Some have supposed it to be Glevum, a Roman station mentioned in the Itineraries.
Immediately beneath the figure of the horse is a conical mound, or barrow, known as the Dragon's mound; from a tradition that here St. George slew the dragon, whose blood was of so poisonous a nature that nothing has since grown upon its summit, which is bare, exposing the chalk. Here, so it is supposed, fell one of the Pen-dragons of the British, their chief of chiefs, whom their ordinary kings elected to lead them against the Saxons, and whose name, abridged of the "pen," may have had some share in the legend. Natanleod, or Nazan-leod, a name meaning the same as Pen-dragon, was slain in these parts, say the chroniclers, with 5,000 British under him, about the year 550, by Cedric the Saxon.
This barrow may have been raised over his remains, as was the British custom.
Wantage, formerly Wanating, was the birthplace of the renowned King Alfred, who was born here, according to Asser, in 849over a thousand years ago. It was a royal residence then. The Saxon palace stood on a place called High Garden. Roman remains have been found at Wantage in a place known as Limborough. Coins also have been found there. In the last century a place was discovered to which the name of "Alfred's cellar" was given. It was bricked, and appeared to have been a bath. Wherever the Romans went, there they built baths, if it were possible. In a place like Wantagewhose hero is Alfred anything that savoured of antiquity would be ascribed to that renowned monarch. Wantage is in Berks, "which county," writes Asser, "has its name from the wood of Berroc, where the box tree grows most abundantly."
THERE are two distinct roads from Swindon to Marlborough, on both of which may be found objects of antiquarian interest, one known as Marlborough Lane, the other as Coate Road. Coate is at a distance of about a mile and a half from the town, and has been much visited on account of the reservoir. The etymology of the name would seem to make it a place of considerable antiquity, being probably derived from the Anglo-Saxon cot, a cottage, or dwelling-place. In Percy's Reliques of Ancient Poetry there is an old ballad written by Michael Drayton, and published about 1592, in one of his Pastorals, which contains the following verse. The ballad is called "Dowsabell," and a shepherd-swain is complaining of the coldness of his fair one:
|"My coate, sayeth he, nor yet my foulde|
|Shall neither sheep nor shepheard hould,|
|Except thou favour me."|
The glossary affixed to the end of the volume has "Coate, cot, or cottage." The spelling, it will be observed, is identical with that by which the village is now represented.
The "coate," or cot, was the residence of the "shepheard." His pathetic appeal was not unsuccessful:
|"With that she bent her snow-white knee|
|Downe by the shepheard kneeled shee,|
|And him she sweetely kist;|
|With that the shepheard whooped for joy,|
|Quoth he, 'Ther's never shepheard's boy,|
|That ever was so blist.'"|
The broad country pronunciation, however, makes it Cawt, which does not sound like Cot, or Cote. This more approaches the Welsh word cwt, a hovel. Now the Welsh language is that of the ancient Britons. If this derivation be correct, Coate would date back to them.1 There is some reason for supposing
|1 Though hitherto "unknown to fame," future students of English literature will not be likely to forget that Richard Jefferies was born, and lived the greater part of his life, at Coate.|
that the village was once more extensive than at present, and that it could show a church.
From time immemorial a cow-pen upon land in the occupation of Mr. H. Brunsden has gone by the name of church-pen. The reason is obvious. Here are six pillars about eight feet high, by two in diameter, circular, and formed of hewn stone. At present they simply support the roof of a shed; but it does not seem probable that such substantial pillars were originally erected for this purpose. They are nearly east and west. Bones, it is said, have been dug up in the adjacent ground, but such testimony is very unreliable until examined by a person learned in anatomy. The road from Coate makes a wide semi-circle round to Chisledon. Day-house Lane cuts off the angle, and was formerly much used, until the road was widened and macadamised. There may be seen on the left side of Day-house Lane, exactly opposite the entrance to a pen on Dayhouse Farm,1 five Sarsden stones, much sunk in the ground, but forming a semi-circle of which the lane is the base-line or tangent.
|1 The early home of Richard Jefferies' wife.|
There was a sixth upon the edge of the lane, but it was blown up and removed, in order to make the road more serviceable, a few years ago. Whether this was or was not one of those circles known as Druidical, cannot now be determined, but it wears that appearance. It would seem that the modern lane had cut right through the circle, destroying all vestige of one half of it. In the next field, known as the Plain, lies, near the footpath across the fields to Chisledon, another Sarsden of enormous size, with two smaller satellites of the same stone close by. If the semi-circle just spoken of was a work of the Druids, or of the description known as Druidical, which some think a very different thing, it may be just possible that these detached stones in the Plain had some connection with it.
A little further up the same line is a place known as Badbury Wick. Wick is an old Saxon word having a loose meaning, but generally indicating a habitation. Here, on the left-hand in a field, there are deep and wide grass-grown fosses, having a remarkable likeness to a moat. A moat does not of necessity denote the position of a fortified building. In Roman Catholic timesthree centuries since and morewhen fish was the diet of all who could get it at certain periods of the year, a moat would answer a double purposethat of defence, and that of a fish pond. Badbury lies partly upon the side of a hill and partly in a deep valley. There is a large elm tree in the middle of the village; here stood the stocks within the memory of man, and a small portion still remains. Badbury is a very ancient village, and dates from the Saxon times at least.
One enthusiastic antiquarian of the last century was of the opinion that here, or upon the hill immediately above itwell known as Liddington Hill and famous for its campwas the identical spot where the renowned King Arthur won his twelfth battle in the year 520, or thereabout. If this conjecture be true, Badbury was a known place more than thirteen centuries since. According to Nennius,1 the ancient British historian, it was even longer ago than this. About the middle of the fifth
|1 Nennius, the supposed author of Historia Britonum, bringing the chronicle to 655 a.d. He is said to have been a Welsh monk at Bangor, but all so-called facts about him are open to as much question as is his history.|
century he writes thus: "There it was that the magnanimous Arthur, with all the kings and military force of Britain, fought against the Saxons.1 And although there were many more noble than himself, yet he was twelve times their commander, and was as often conqueror." Giving the places where he was victorious in eleven battles, Nennius proceeds: "The twelfth battle was a severe contest, when Arthur penetrated to the hill of Badon. In this engagement, nine hundred and forty fell by his hand alone, no one but the Lord affording him assistance." A wonderful feat, equalling that which Samson executed upon the Philistines. This "hill of Badon," or "mons Badonicus," has perhaps caused more discussion and disagreement than any other single doubtful point in the early history of England.
Some unhesitatingly place it at Bath; Baydonhill near Aldbourne has had its claims put forward; others prefer Badbury, it being a place of undoubted antiquity, and in the immediate neighbourhood of places very celebrated in days gone by. Nor is King Arthur
1 Under Cerdic (?).
the only personage of antiquity with whom Badbury has been in some degree connected.
Who has not heard of St. Dunstan? Dunstan,1 Abbot of Glastonburywhose saintship is so much doubted, and whose fame approaches infamy. Dunstan first became celebrated in the reign of King Edred, in about the middle of the tenth century. Edred's reign ended in the year 955. He gave in the same year the manor of Badbury to St. Dunstan. A charter is said to be still preserved, containing the boundaries. It mentions the "Ten Stones" as a landmark. Much later, the Ridforms, or Ridferns, became lords of the manor. A monument to one of them was in Chisledon church.
Chisledon, which lies somewhat to the right of the Marlborough road, is a very ancient village. There is a place here known as Blackman's barrow; and barrows are considered to be the burial places of the Britons. A Roman roadthe Skelton Waypasses through the place, as does also a British track, known as the "Rudgeway," that is, the Ridge Way, or
1 Dunstan, b. 925, d. 988.
road running along the ridge of the hills. The Ridge Way branches off from the Skineld Street at Streetly, passes by White-Horse Hill, and, after leaving Chisledon, runs to Avebury.
It was probably the ancient military road connecting the fortifications upon the downs with each other. On the north of Chisledon frowns Liddington Castle, a well-preserved earthwork upon the brow of the hill. On the south, at a greater distance, may be seen another entrenchment, that of Barbury. The downs fall back, forming a semi-circle through which the Marlborough road passes, by means of a vale and pass at Ogbourne, and thus enclose a wide plain a most fit and proper place for a town in ancient times. Here accordingly stands Chisledon, on the very edge of the plain, giving the inhabitants the vantage ground of the hill in case of attack from the vale beneath. The etymology of the name shows its great antiquity; Ceaseldeneceasel is an Anglo-Saxon word for gravel, sand, or rubble, of which there is a sufficiency at Chisledon, and dene, meaning plain. Hence Ceasel-dene would mean perhaps the gravel or rubble plain, and the name of the plain would be quickly applied to the village upon it. The Saxon ce, has in several instances been changed into ch, in the lapse of centuries. A familiar example is the word churlmeaning a rude, uncivil fellow, a rustic derived from the Saxon word laborer, or serf, rude as the soil he cultivated. Charles1 is said to have come from the same root, meaning a husbandman. Chisledon Church was visited by Aubrey two centuries since. Here are his memoranda concerning it: "By the communion table a gravestone of marble, with brasses, with this inscription: 'Here lyeth the body of Francis Rutland, Esquier, sonne and heir to Nycolas Rutland of Micham in the countie of Surrie esquier, who marryed the daughter of Thomas Stephens esqr., and had four sonnes and two daughters.
He died XXVII of August, 1592.' The escutcheon's lost: he was a courtier and died in the progress.
"In nave ecclesise: 'Here lieth the body of Rich. Harvey gentlemen, who departed this
|1 "Charles, originally man, maleakin to A. S. ceorl, freeman of the lowest rank, man, husband; and perhaps to Skr. ja¯ra, lover." Webster.|
life January 16 and was buried Jan. 1668 aet suae 80.'" Francis Rutland, esquire, who "was a courtier and died in the progress," was probably one of the court of Queen Elizabeth, and died whilst accompanying her in one of her annual journeys through her dominions. Stephens is a name that was formerly connected with Burderop. There is a tradition that Queen Elizabeth slept a night or two at a mansion at Upper Upham, about two miles from Chisledon. The Galleys of Burderop have their family vaults in the church. The name was well known in the time of the Civil Wars. On the death-warrant of Charles I. is the signature of "Will Cawley." He was for a long while considered the ancestor of the present owner of Burderop, but this has been shown to have arisen from a mistake, the "Will Cawley" named above belonging to another family.
Chisledon can still show a stocks in first-rate order, and perfectly capable of confining a malefactor, should that ancient mode of punishment ever come again into use. They stand immediately beneath the churchyard wall, close to the gate; a pleasant situation for an incarcerated offender, especially upon a Sunday.
The Ridge Way road when it leaves Chisledon winds away to Draycott Foliatt. Here there once stood a church, but it has disappeared, and a part of the woodwork was probably used in building an adjacent house.
The churchyard may still be seenno building is allowed to be erected upon itand bones were dug up when a saw-pit was being made there. A clergyman still receives a stipend from the inhabitants of Draycott, and preaches a sermon once a year in the adjoining church of Chisledon in return. Leaving Draycott Foliatt, the Ridge Waynow broad, and only shown to be a road by the waggon tracks on the turfruns under Barbury Castle. Here in days gone by was Burderop racecourse.
Silver cups which were won upon this springy turf are still preserved here and there about the country. Burderop Races were celebrated in former days. Now the greater portion of the course is ploughed up, and the remainder occupied by furze.
Upon the summit of Barbury may be seen one of those numerous camps or entrenchments scattered about at various points upon the downs. This is a peculiar one. It consists of two fosses, or ditches, one within the other. If we remember rightly, such was the Saxon method of encampment; but it by no means follows that Barbury Castle was originally fortified by them. In all probability these posts, known as castles, have been successively occupied by Briton, Anglo-Saxon, Roman, and Dane; each and all of whom altered the form of the fortification to suit their peculiar requirements, so that each camp would bear the outline given it by its last occupants. The inner fosse here is very deep, and its sides are nearly perpendicularit was carried deeper and was cut more steep than that at Liddington, though the ground enclosed may not be so extensive.
The outer fosse is by no means so broad. It must have required a large number of men to defend such fortifications as these, and especially in times when fighting was carried on hand to handwhen every foot of ground would be occupied by a warrior. It is very evident that these fortifications were constructed before missile weapons were employed.
Here is no attempt at flanking. The defenders have no advantage excepting those of two deep ditches, and an embankment between them and the assailants. They cannot deliver a cross fire. They must stand face to face, and hand to hand, and side by side all along the edge of these embankments. Nor must the fosses be left empty. The defenders of such a fortification in those days would need to be counted by thousands. But where could thousands of warriors be got from? North Wilts could not supply, or certainly could not spare them now.
Nor is this the only camp in this part of the country. Look away to the north-east. Two may be seen in a line with each other and with Barbury, capping the crown of the hills. They are Liddington and White Horse Hills. There is a general impression that in ancient days Britain was a mere wild waste, unpeopled, one vast extent of forest and mountain. This certainly was not the case with North Wilts and that part of Berks joining its north-eastern extremity. The place, so to say, is literally alive with the dead. Not a step can be taken which does not lead to some token of antiquity. Turn up the turf and you shall find coins, arrowheads, and bones. Walk in the fields and you shall see the traces of moats and ancient buildings. Ascend the downs and pause in astonishment before the vast fortifications of a former era. These downs were once trodden by the bold Britons; the Roman soldier lay down to rest upon the thymy turf; the Saxon stretched himself at ease on yonder embankment; the Dane imbrued his weapon in the blood of the Saxon on yonder hill. North Wilts must have been as populous then as now, the difference being simply in the change of the spots inhabited.
Barbury has been considered to have been the scene of a terrible battle, recorded in the ancient Chronicles. Ethelwerd writes thus: "a.d. 552, Cenric,1 fought against the Britons near the town of Scarburh (Old Sarum, near Salisbury), and having routed them, slew a large number. The same, some years after (559), fought with Ceawlin against the Britons near a place called Berin-byrig." Berin-byrig certainly might in the course of centuries become changed to Barbury. It would
1 Or Cynric.
merely require the dropping of the second syllable, "in," and the broadening of the vowel e. The letter g is properly y. Cenric and Ceawlin were two Saxon chiefs. If this be a true conjecture, Barbury Castle or camp has probably been in existence for more than thirteen hundred years; and yet it is still in a condition which might, in an emergency, afford a good shelter to a considerable garrison, and will probably remain thus whilst the hill stands. These works of the ancient inhabitants of Britain were by no means so slight and insignificant as has been supposed. It must have required an enormous amount of labour to dig out these deep fosses, more especially with the tools of that day. Probably much of the earth was carried up in baskets. The Ridge Way runs from Barbury away to Avebury. At the foot of the hill close to the Marlborough road stand two tumuli. Tumuli accompany the Ridge Way the whole course of its length. It was not a method of burial singular to the Britons. Homer makes mention of tumuli.
Hector offers single combat to the Grecians in the Iliad, promising should he be successful to restore the dead body of his assailant:
|" Whilst to his friends restored, funereal rites|
|The sorrowing Grecians at their ships perform:|
|And on the Hellespont's resounding shore|
|Erect the tumulus that future times|
|May know, and late posterity remark,|
|Ploughing the briny wave; Behold the tomb|
|Of some illustrious chief by Hector slain!|
|So shall my glory brave the wreck of years."|
The British chiefs, or whoever they may be that lie buried at the foot of Barbury, have not been so fortunate as Hector. Their glory has not braved the wreck of years. Their very names are unknown. Conjecture itself can go no further than to suppose that the bodies of those slain in the battle with Cenric and Ceawlin lie here. They had no Homer.
Richard of Cirencester, describing the funeral rites of the ancient Britons, proceeds thus: "Their interments were magnificent; and all the things which they prized during life, even arms and animals, were thrown into the funeral pile. A heap of earth and turf formed the sepulchre." Here there is another analogy with the customs of the Greeks, as recorded by Homer. At Patroclus's funeral, after certain ceremonies,
|"Then in the pyle|
|Four generous steeds they cast still groaning loud;|
|And add to these two of nine faithful dogs,|
|Whilom their master's care ! "|
--"the things which they prized during life" of the Cirencester chronicler.
When Burderop races were run immediately beneath the slope of the hill, Barbury was covered with spectators, but at present the hill is deserted, save by the flint-diggers, the shepherds, and an occasional traveller. Burderop can be distinctly seen at a distance of two good miles. Adjoining Burderop is a place called Hodsona small village which, like the towns of the Britons, is situated in a wood. Hodson is said to have been formerly spelt Hoddesdon, and, if so, may be the place alluded to in the following verse of a sonnet which may be found in Laura; or, Select Sonnets and Quartorzans, published early in the present century. The same work contains a sonnet written after walking across the Marlborough Downs to Midenhall, on a stormy night. The sonnet is addressed to the pimpernel:
|"Gem of the fields, whose form and hues first gave|
|The sense of beauty to my childish eye,|
|If many a traveller pass unheeding by,|
|To me thou wilt not in oblivion's wave|
|Sink; could my muse thy beauteous flow'rets lave|
|In brightest tints of immortality|
|Thou hast deserved. Whate'er on earth or sky|
|Wafts the delighted thought beyond the grave.|
From such beginning dawned upon the mind
|What time my infant feet on Hoddesdon's ground|
|First learnt to pace. With what new joy I saw|
|Thine azure eye with golden summits crowned|
|And scarlet leaves, which coming tempests bind|
|Cinquefolded close, warm suns to fair expansion draw."|
September 9th, 1805. C. L.
A note added states that the country name of the pimpernel is wincopipe, probably from "wind, go pipe," the closing of the flower being a well-known sign of tempest.
Perhaps two miles from Barbury, upon the Marlborough road, is a small villageactually without a public-housecalled Ruckley. On the down above this place there are a number of Sarsden stones. Nine of these seem to form an oval, and there are four more within, placed two by two. This may be another of those works commonly ascribed to the Druids.
The ends of the oval point nearly east and west. Marlborough race ground is immediately beneath this hill. Some distance further is a place known as the "Devil's Den"1 among the country people, where are a number of stones, and amongst them two of great height, placed on end, with a third across, like a beam, forming a kind of portal. It may be observed that the so-much admired Grecian architecture in its severest form was but an ornamental improvement upon this simple erection: the pillars were fluted, and capitals added, but the idea was the same in the Druidical temples, such as Stonehenge. The arch seems to have come from the Goths. Not a great distance from the "Devil's Den" is a place known as Temple Bottom, where were a number of stones, which of late years have been broken up and removed. Hewish,2 near which these remains of a period which preceded history may be seen, is a place which became known to the London reading public through the medium of No. 237 of Household Words, published Saturday, October 7th, 1867. In that number may be found a most amusing article
1 "A cromlech or dolmen." Worth.
|2 Hewish Hill bears traces of having been a British village.|
headed "The Ghost of Pit Pond." The writer takes up his residence at Marlborough, at the "Castle" Inn, which was then famous for roast capons, and while amusing himself by strolling over the adjacent downs he meets with an old shepherd, and from him learns several legends, amongst which "The Ghost of Pit Pond, Hewish," occupies the most space. The action takes place about fifty years previous to the writer's arrival at Marlborough, which was twenty years ago; consequently it must have been nearly a century since. A Mr. Reeves, of Hewish Farm, says the legend, hung himself for the love of an equestrian actress, whose wonderful horsemanship he had seen displayed in a leap of twenty-five feet. The ghost of the suicide being reported to walk, a clergyman was called in, and the spirit laid in Pit Pond close by, which previously was clear as crystal, but immediately afterwards became muddy and green, nor would the beasts drink from it.
The shepherd finishes his tale by remarking that "You may believe I haven't told you a word but what's been told to me for true." Marlborough lies a short distance from Ruckley. The following extract is from Lord Clarendon's History of the Great Rebellion, and relates to the siege of Marlborough during the Civil Wars.
"The king was hardly settled in his quarters (at Oxford) when he heard that the Parliament was fixing a garrison at Marlborough in Wiltshire, a town the most notoriously disaffected of all that county; otherwise, saving the obstinacy and malice of the inhabitants, in the situation of it very unfit for a garrison. Thither the Earl of Essex had sent one Ramsay (a Scotchman, as most of their officers were of that nation), to be governor, who, with the help of the factious people there, had quickly drawn together five or six hundred men. This place the king saw would quickly prove an ill neighbour to him, not only as it was in the heart of a rich county, and so would straiten, and even infect, his quarters (for it was within twenty miles of Oxford), but as it did cut off his line of communication with the west, and therefore, though it was December, a season when his tired and almost naked soldiers might expect rest, he sent a strong party of horse, foot, and dragoons, under the command of Mr. Wilmott, the lieutenant-general of horse, to visit that
town; who, coming thither on a Saturday, found the place strongly mann'd; for, besides the garrison, it being market-day, very many country people came thither to buy and sell, and were all compell'd to stay and take arms for the defence of the place; which, for the most part, they were willing to do, and the people peremptory to defend it. Though there was no line about it, yet there was some place of great advantage upon which they had raised batteries and planted cannon, and so barricadoed all the avenues, which were through deep narrow lanes, that the horse could do little service.
"When the lieutenant-general was with his party near the town, he apprehended a fellow who confessed upon examination that he was a spy, and sent by the governor to bring intelligence of their strength and motion. When all men thought, and the poor fellow himself fear'd, he should be executed, the lieutenant- general caused his whole party to be ranged in order in the next convenient place, and bid the fellow look well upon them and observe them, and then bid him return to the town, and tell those that sent him what he had seen, and withal that he should acquaint the magistrates of the town that they should do well to tract with the garrison to give them leave to submit to the king; that if they did so, the town should not receive the least prejudice; but if they compell'd him to make his way, and enter the town by force, it would not be in his power to keep his soldiers from taking that which they should win with their blood; and so dismiss'd him. This generous act proved of some advantage; for the fellow, transported with having his life given him, and the numbers of the men he had seen (besides his no experience in such sights), being multiplied by his fear, made notable relations of the strength, gallantry, and resolution of the enemy, and of the impossibility of resisting them; which, though it prevailed not with those in authority to yield, yet it strangely abated the hopes and courage of the people. So that when the king's soldiers fell on, after a volley or two, in which much execution was done, they threw down their arms, and ran into the town; so that the foot had time to make room for the horse, who were now entered at both ends of the town, yet were not so near an end as they expected; for the streets were in many places barricadoed, which were obstinately defended by some soldiers and townsmen, who killed many men out of the windows of the houses; so that, it may be, if they had trusted only to their own strength, without compelling the countrymen to increase their number, and who, being first frighted and weary, disheartened their companions, that place might have cost more blood. Ramsey, the governor, was himself retired into the church with some officers, and from thence did some hurt; upon this, there being so many kill'd out of windows, fire was put to the next houses, so that a good part of the town was burn'd, and then the soldiers enter'd, doing less execution than could reasonably be expected, but what they spared in blood they took in pillage, the soldiers inquiring little who were friend or foes.
"This was the first garrison taken on either side (for I cannot call Farnham Castle in Surrey one, whither some gentlemen who were willing to appear for the king had repaired, and were taken with less resistance than was fit, by Sir William Waller some few days before it deserved the name of a garrison); in which were taken (besides the governor and other officers, who yielded upon quarter), above one thousand prisoners, great store of arms, four pieces of canon, and a good quantity of amunition, with all which the lieutenant-general returned safe to Oxford."
THE first place of interest to an antiquarian upon the Devizes road from Swindon is the village of Wroughton, about three miles distant. It is the largest village in the neighbourhood, and is placed in a most beautiful situation. Wood, water, dell and down, combine to render it a most attractive spot. Recently the operations of the Swindon Water Works' Company have completely altered the aspect of one of the romantic valleys of which there are several in the neighbourhood of Wroughton; but the memory of the Seven Springs will not quickly die away from the remembrance of its inhabitants.
Wroughton has long retained its celebrity as a beautiful place. Aubrey, who came here two hundred years ago, says that around here was the garden of Wiltshire, meaning to intimate its fertility and high state of cultivation. It is an ancient place. Some say that one of the downs immediately over the village was originally called Ellandune. Ellandune was once the scene of a severe contest. The Chronicle of Ethelwerd contains the following passage: "a.d. 823 . . . King Egbert fought a battle against Burnulf, King of the Mercians, at Ellandune, and Egbert gained the victor; but there was a great loss on both sides; and Hun, duke of the Province of Somerset, was there slain; he lies buried in the city of Winchester. Egbert was king of the West Saxons, and became a very celebrated monarch." This battle took place over a thousand years ago, in which time great changes might be expected to occur in the names of spots once well known as the scenes of strife, and a consequent difficulty to arise in fixing their exact situation. Hence Ellandune has been also considered to be near Wilton. If the battle really did take place near Wroughton, upon a down called Ellandune, it was probably at no great distance from the spot where the church now stands. The vale beneath still goes by the name of Ellcomb, in which is preserved the first syllable of Ellandune. "En" has been frequently dropped in the course of centuries, as Oxenford, Oxford.
Comb would seem to come from an ancient British word, still preserved in the Welsh cwm, meaning a vale. Ellcomb would naturally be the vale beneath Ellandune. This is, however, merely a conjecture. Wroughton churchyard is remarkably crowded with gravestones, which cluster so closely around an ancient yew that its stem can scarcely be seen.
The support of a sundial still remains, but the gnomon and hour-circle have disappeared.
Close by the portal is a tombstone with the following curious inscription:
"John Dvcke, departed this life the 16th day August, 1666, Who lived well to die never, and died well to live ever."
.Broad Hinton is the next village. By the side of the road thither, there may be observed crosses cut deep into the turf, and kept clean by the roadmenders, in order to commemorate the spots where accidents or murders have taken place. Broad Hinton is on the plain beneath the swelling downs. Here may be seen cut out on the turf, on the slope of the down, close beside the Marlborough road, another white horse, though of far less size than that at Ashdown. These horses are far from uncommon upon the Marlborough Downs, and may, perhaps, indicate the strong hold which the Saxons had gained upon this part of Britain. Besides this, there is the celebrated white horse at Ashdown, and the almost equally well known white horse at Marlborough, which the scholars take a delight in cleaningthree, perhaps, within ten miles of each other. Broad Hinton has its legend as well as other better known places. Somewhat apart from the village stands a magnificent yew-tree, and near by it a cottage. Part of this cottage is built over a large well of enormous depth, the chain to which the two buckets are attached, one going up as the other goes down, is said to be two hundred feet in length. The chain runs over a shaft, turned by a large wheel, which can be set revolving by a man standing within ita giddy operation to those unused to such exertion, A testimony to the depth of the well is easily obtained by dropping a stone down, when several moments elapse ere it touches the water, causing a noise which, reverberating from the sides, resembles thunder. At the bottom of this well lies wealth in the shape of plate, says tradition. This plate, according to the same authority, was thrown down here in the time of the Civil War. So strong is the belief amongst the common people of the truth of this story that some men, no great while since, offered to undertake the arduous work of cleaning it out, for what they would find at the bottomwhich offer was, however, declined by the owner, who considered the operation too dangerous. Near by this cottage the ground is uneven and irregular, generally a sure sign of having once been built upon, and accordingly here, says tradition, once stood a noble mansion known as Broad Hinton House.
Broad Hinton Church is a very ancient erection.1 It was visited by Aubrey in the seventeenth century, who therein copied an inscription which time has now rendered nearly illegible, though sufficient remains to identify
|1 The modern glass in this ancient church deserves notice.|
the monument to which he refers. It is upon the north side of the chancel, facing the communion table, and consists of a slab let into the wall. Here is Aubrey's copy: "Here lyeth Syr William Wroughton, knight, who dyed in the 50 yeare of his age in Anno Dom. 1559; and left jssewe of his body by Dame Elinor his wife, daughter of Edward Lewknor, esq., 4 sonnes and 3 daughters; and built the house at Broadhinton, Anno Domini 1540." This house at Broad Hinton, built by Syr William Wroughton, is undoubtedly the same, of which tradition says that it stood near the well above-mentioned, which well was probably dug to supply it with water, so necessary in those days, when no one knew how soon it might be before his house would be besieged.
Syr William Wroughton flourished in the reign of Henry the Eighth, and built his house whilst that monarch sat upon the throne, though he did not die until the first year of Queen Elizabeth. Those were stirring times.
In the fifty years of his life, Syr William Wroughton had seen four occupants of the throneHenry the Eighth, Edward the Sixth, Queen Mary and, lastly, Queen Elizabeth.
He could have related, no doubt, the rumours of Henry's cruelty and love of changewitness thereto his many wives; of Edward's piety, of the persecution of the reformers by Queen Mary, and of the glory of the nation after the accession of Elizabeth. He could remember the short reign of Lady Jane Grey, and her unfortunate end. Syr William Wroughton lived in dangerous days, and doubtless had his share in the convulsions which agitated England. Wroughton is an ancient name. Persons bearing it held property at Wanborough in times long gone by. Other members of the family lie buried in Broad Hinton church. On the opposite side of the chancel there is a monument, said to be that of Syr Thomas Wroughton, son of the Syr William mentioned above. A figure of the knight, somewhat under full size, kneels upon a cushion, facing the altar, as if praying, though the hands are now broken off. He is in armour. Immediately behind him kneels his lady, wearing a head-covering of the most extraordinary shape.
To-day satire is directed against the feminine sex on account of the small size of their bonnets, neither defending the head against wind nor rain; then the case was precisely the reverse. Fashions in their changes often revert to those of times gone by. Pray heaven the fickle goddess of fashion may never startle the affrighted world by reproducing the head covering of Lady Wroughton! Over the knight and his lady is a kind of canopy, and beneath them small carved figures of their eight childrenfour boys, and as many girls; the boys beneath their father, the girls beneath their mother.
Broad Hinton estate formerly belonged to the Wroughton family, from whom it was purchased by Sir John Glanville, second son of John Glanville, Judge, P.C., in 1640. He was a very celebrated Sergeant-at-Law, and still more famous as the Speaker of the House of Commons during the agitation which preceded the Civil War. He is mentioned by Lord Clarendon in his History of the Rebellion.
Glanville, says tradition, burned Broad Hinton House, in order to prevent its being used as a garrison by the Parliament.1 If there be any
|1 And afterwards lived in the gatehouse.|
truth in the tale, it was probably at this time that the plate which has already been alluded to was cast down the well, that it might not be seized by the Parliamentarian soldiers, and converted into the means of carrying on the war against King Charles. There are several monuments to the Glanville family in Broad Hinton church. On the left side of the chancel, facing the altar, stands a full-length statue of one of them in armour, and holding a gilded staff in one hand, the end of the staff resting upon his thigh. The crest is a stag.
This statue is of alabaster, and well executed.
The date is a.d. 1645the days of King Charles and the Civil Warand there is a long Latin inscription running up the wall on each side of the statue, in a most awkward manner for the reader. Sir John Glanville, eldest son of the famous Sergeant-at-Law, was a lieutenant in the service of King Charles the First, and died at the siege of Bridgewater, in Somerset, in 1645. Beyond the monument and inscription to Syr William Wroughton, on the same side of the chancel, is a monument to the memory of Johannes Glanville, son of John Glanville, of Tavistock. He lived temp. Charles I. and II. The date is 1661. Near by is another monument to another Glanville, dated 1673. Here is suspended high up, immediately beneath the roof, a large helmet, with a pair of gauntlets, somewhat mutilated, as if they had seen service, and been where
" With many a thwack, and many a bang,
|Hard crabtree and old iron rang."|
The Glanville crest was evidently a stag, miniature representations of which can be seen in numerous places. The coat-of-arms of the Wroughtons interred here bears three boars' heads, whose tusks can still be seen, though they have been sculptured here these three centuries and more.
John Evelyn once came to Broad Hinton.
His memoirs have been since published, and contain much amusing matter concerning the court of Charles II. Sir John Evelyn (?) was a person so deeply implicated in the rebellion that he was excepted by name in King Charles's proclamation of pardon to Wiltshire, according to Lord Clarendon.
Some distance beyond Broad Hinton lies Avebury, a place which is perhaps the most fertile spot in objects of antiquarian interest of any in North Wilts. Avebury is best approachedthat is for a viewby the Ridg Way road, which runs there along the ridge or summit of the downs from Barbury. From the last down, Avebury,1 or, as it is more usually spelt and written, Abury, can be seen to great advantage. Probably to a stranger it would be invisible, however, the village being concealed by trees, and a vast mound of earth thrown up which surrounds it. Abury is in the middle of a plain, and seems to have been approached by an avenue of stones much more than a mile in length. A similar approach to the temples of their gods marked the Egyptian places of worship, although in their case, the
|1 "Aubrey has strong claims upon us touching Avebury, for he 'discovered' it in an accidental view during a hunting excursion in 1648, and he returned to its study again and again. It was fortunate that he did so, for the character of the monument was unnoticed in the only previous record, Holland's Camden; and he has left us accurate descriptions and plans as in the day when he took 'this old, ill-shapened monument to be the greatest, most considerable, and least ruinated of any of the kind in our British isle.' 'Most ruinated' as it now is, without his help a very inadequate idea could be formed of its pristine character." R N. Worth.|
stones instead of being merely placed on end were carved into the likeness of sphinxes, many of which remain to this day to testify to the grandeur with which the Egyptian priests surrounded their mysterious religion. The stone avenue at Abury commences on the slope at the entrance to a deep-sided narrow valley east of the village, and does not simply consist of two rows of stones: nor is the appearance of regularity always visible, nor invariably preserved during the whole distance. At the commencement of the avenue the stones seem scattered about without any attempt at order; in a short distance they assume a more regular appearance, being placed upon the bottom of the valley.1 Here and there lie as many as three or four huge stones, thrown almost one upon the other, and partially overlapping.
These would seem to have been originally cromlechsstones set on edge and covered in with one broad flat stone. That this was the case appears to be still more evident in other stone groups, where the cromlechs seem to
|1 Avebury, like Stonehenge, possesses a literature of its own, from which the reader can expand the somewhat meagre details mentioned by Jefferies.|
have sunk bodily into the earth, though still sufficiently above ground to enable their original position to be conjectured. If these were cromlechs they probably served the double purpose of at once forming a monument to some departed worthy of renown, and at the same time that of an altar for sacrificing to his manes or spirit, as seems to have been the custom amongst numerous nations of antiquity.
Several of these stone groups seem to have been originally surrounded with a stone circle, which circles have been almost always regarded as monuments to the dead. Ossian frequently alludes to the custom of the ancient inhabitants of the Highlandsthe Celtsof marking the resting-place of their departed heroes. "Four grey stones mark the grave of the hero," are lines often occurring with slight variations in the poems of the Gaelic Homer.
These stones here at Abury immediately give rise to the idea of their being monuments of the deadthey look like grave-stones, especially at a distance. Perhaps here lie buried the priests who formerly ministered in the ancient temple of Abury. Here their successors may have sacrificed to the soul of the deceased.
That the Druids believed in the doctrine of immortality is supported by the witness of ancient writers. So did the race who inhabited Britain immediately after their religion had been swept awayif there be any truth in Ossian. But when the Druids had gone, the idea of an immortal soul became a very different conceptionmerely a shadowy being seen in the mist rising in the vale or heard in the wind of night. The Druidical doctrine of immortality was far more inspiring. Here it is in the lines of Lucan, a Roman poet:
The passage is quoted by Richard of Cirencester in his Ancient State of Britain. It has been noted by travellers in Persia that there are in that country somewhat similar remains to these at Aburylarge stones standing on end in groups. In connection with this a passage of Pliny is interesting: "But why should I commemorate those things with regard to a thing which has passed over sea, and reached the bounds of natur ? Britain at this day celebrates it with so many wonderful ceremonies that she seems to have taught it to the Persians." As the stone avenue approaches Abury the stones are found placed closer together, seemingly in two rows. In one or two places a row of stones crosses the avenue.
There may be seen around numerous tumuli, sometimes scarcely elevated two feet above the earth, at other times visible for miles; here single and alone, yonder in groups of two or three; some on the downs, some in the vale.
These may, perhaps, commemorate secular chieftains, if the stones be held to be in memory of priests. This plain of Abury seems to be one vast graveyard. The Celts had a custom, it is said, of spending a night on or near the tumuli raised over their ancestors, in order to receive communications from their departed spirits. Such things may have been practised here. Wiltshire was originally inhabited by a tribe of Britons called the Belgae.
"All the Belgae," writes Richard of Cirencester, "are Allobroges or foreigners, and derived their origin from the Celts. The latter, not many ages before the arrival of Caesar, quitted their native country, Gaul, which was conquered by the Romans and Germans, and passed over to this island." But the Celts were not the original inhabitants of Wiltshire, since, in another passage, he states that in the year of the world 3,600, or four centuries before Christ, the Senones emigrated from Britain, and in 3,650 the "Belgae entered this country, and the Celts occupied the region deserted by the Senones," who had gone to "invade Italy and attack Rome." Hence it is a question whether these memorials were erected by the Senones or the Celts. They may, perhaps, be the result of the labours of two different tribes: the stones being the monuments of one age, and the earth mounds, or tumuli, of another.
The village of Abury is completely surrounded by a deep fosse and steep embankment, the latter outermost, hence it could never have been constructed for defence. It is nearly circular, very deep, and would enable a vast multitude of people standing upon the mound to witness the rites and ceremonies performed at the altars by the priests within the circle, the ditch being the division between the uninitiated and the initiated. It may be observed that when the fosse was dug the earth was not thrown up exactly at its outer edge but somewhat back, thus leaving a portion of ground between the fosse and embankment.
The fosse was probably destined to answer the same purpose as the stones which Moses is recorded to have placed around Mount Sinai to keep the assembled multitude from the sacred ground within. There are at present four entrances through the embankment to the village. They are formed by as many roads, on each side of which stand at this day huge, stones set on edge, like pillars. Some of these stones are diamond-shaped. Abury Church stands immediately without the embankment.
Somewhere about the centre of the enclosed ground there stand three huge stones of great height, some of which might form the end wall of a good sized house, of such height and breadth are they. They stand close to some cottages, the grey, weather-beaten memorial of former ages, that has stood the storms of twenty centuries, beside the whitewashed, thatched, perishable erections of the present, or at most the last, generation. To the south of them, in a field nearer the embankment, stand four or five others, perhaps not so high, but broader, and of a squarer shape. These may be from fifteen to eighteen feet high. One of them seems to have a hollow beneath it, into which, an old man informed us, he had crept, when a boy, but found it not to extend above the length of his body. He was nearly suffocated having found it difficult to withdraw without assistance from the small size of the aperture into which he had imprudently advanced. Immediately without the embankment, further south beside the Marlborough road, stand two stones of smaller dimensions, but still large, which seem disposed there to indicate the direction of Silbury Hill. Other stones are scattered about within the fosse, some so much sunk in the ground as to be hardly visible.
There may not now, perhaps, be more than a score of stones remaining within the fosse, but these are of the largest size. Wonder has been expressed at the raising of such large stones to a perpendicular position. It merely required the command of unlimited labour.
They were probably raised by heaping earth beneath them, by a combination of the inclined plane, wedge, and lever, in the same way as were the colossal statues of Egypt. The original form in which these stones were placed appears from a diagram, made some two hundred years since by Aubrey, to have been one large circle, inclosing two smaller ones; the large circle of stones being set around immediately upon the inner edge of the fosse. The larger stones now remaining seem to have been the nucleus of the smaller circles, which were within the larger.
It is impossible to over estimate the solemn effect which this arrangement must have had when perfect, especially upon a rude and comparatively illiterate people. Even at this day, these venerable monuments of an age of which nothing is known with certainty, cannot be gazed upon without a sense of wonder almost amounting to awe. There they standthe inscrutable sphinxes of England. What was the purpose for which they were erected? What have they witnessed? What is their meaning? Antiquarians seem to concur in assigning them an earlier date than Stonehenge since the stones at Salisbury bear the marks of toolsand these are unhewnbut they concur in nothing more.
A Phoenician, a Celtic, a British, a Saxon, and even a Hindoo origin has been assigned them, the last by a writer in the Philosophical Magazine who produces many arguments in favour of his theory. He states that Britain was designated as the "White Island" in some sacred writings of the Hindoos. Britain is termed the White Island in several old Welsh documents. Richard of Cirencester states that Britain was first cultivated and inhabited one thousand years before Christ, "when it was visited by the Greek and Phoenician merchants." The Danes had a custom of performing great judicial ceremonies in stone circles, but they do not appear to have held this part of Britain long enough to warrant the assignment of Abury to them. It is mentioned by no ancient writer. A Roman road runs close by, but their historians say nothing of it. Abury is still a mystery.
A short distance from Abury is Silbury Hill,1 another standing puzzle to antiquarians. It is a conical hill, very steep-sided, perhaps a hundred paces in circumference, and of great height,2 having much the appearance of a barrow, and is evidently a work of man, since the places from whence the earth was taken can still be traced. It has been twice opened, once3 by a shaft from the top, once by a horizontal opening4but without leading to any discovery
|1 "The hugest tumulus, not only in Britain, but in Europe."-- Worth.|
|2 According to Dean Merewether, it is 125 feet high and 1,550 feet round, and covers nearly five acres.|
that threw light upon the subject. A tradition, mentioned by Aubrey, states that it was raised as a monument over King Lil or Sil, who was buried on horseback, and this whilst a posset of milk was seething. The tradition may contain the germs of truth. It does not seem to have been connected with Abury, since it is not visible from there. The earth was probably carried up in baskets, and the enormous number of men employed in the work is intimated by that part of the legend which says it was thrown up in the short time that a posset of milk took in seething. King Charles II., in company with the Duke of York, once ascended this remarkable mound.
The king commissioned Aubrey to prepare an account of Abury, which he accordingly did, and states therein that, in his opinion, the church and many of the houses may have been built of the stones which were found, the circles having been broken for that purpose. It may be mentioned in connection with the legend of King Sil that Herodotus mentions a custom of burial on horseback as prevalent amongst the Scythians, though not practised towards the persons of their kings. He also states that they threw up a heap of earth over the deceased.
Ancient coins, supposed to be British, are said to be frequently picked up by the ploughboys in the adjacent fields, especially after the heavy rains have washed away the soil. At a distance of perhaps two miles south of Abury there runs along the ridge of the downs a fosse and embankment, called Wansditch or dyke, more commonly the "Devil's Dyke." The country folk maintain that it runs through England. It was probably the boundary-line of an ancient kingdom. Upon the summit of a down at some distance can be seen a pillar.
It was erected by the Marquis of Lansdowne.
Here is Oldbury Castle another ancient encampment, and further on lies Heddington, a place which is a mine of wealth to an archaeologist.
Abury is by some supposed to have been a temple erected by worshippers of the snake, by others as a temple of the sun. Both may be right, since snakes are remarkably fond of sunshine, and were the emblems of health, of which the sun was, and is, the great dispenser.
Yet both may nevertheless be wrong, so impenetrable is the mist of antiquity which hangs over this mysterious monument of bygone times.
ONE mile below Kingshill Hill, Swindon, a footpath branches off from the road upon the right hand. It leads to Lydiard Tregoze. It is a strange and very ancient village. Modern improvements and modern innovations do not seem to have penetrated here, though red-bricked houses may be seen at Shaw, a short distance away. Here, deep in a combe, or valley, half hidden by trees, stand three or four old houses, whose stone tiling immediately renders evident their antiquity. The church is invisible until the pedestrian arrives before it, so numerous are the trees. It stands exactly in front of the seat of Lord Bolingbroke, much in the same way as did the old church at Swindon, though this is even nearer. Lydiard Park lies just beyond. It was formerly famous for the rearing of "young things," i.e. cattle.
Lydiard and the neighbourhood are remarkably well wooded. Oak is abundant, though it is observed that the trees never reach that enormous size which astonishes one in other localities. There is a curious legend about these oak trees. Ages ago a member of the Bolingbroke family rendered some important service to an English monarch. In return he received a grant of the lands of Lydiard until he should have taken three crops off them, after which they were to revert to the Crown.
The wily nobleman had the lands sown with acorns and hazel nuts, which shot up into oaks and hazel woods, and the Bolingbrokes have not cleared their first crop yet Such is the story. The Bolingbrokes have certainly been connected with Lydiard Tregoze from time immemorial. The name of Bolingbroke is very celebrated, and frequently occurs in English history. Shakespeare has immortalised it in Richard II. It was then borne by a son of John of Gaunt, who afterwards became king.
St. John is the family name. It was from the Lord Bolingbroke of his day that the poet Pope derived much of that philosophy which he has embodied in the Essay on Man. That poem opens with these lines:
|" Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things|
|To low ambition, and the pride of kings."|
It is probable that the concluding lines in the fourth Epistle of that celebrated Essay were addressed to his friend St. John, Lord Bolingbroke:
" Come then, my friend, my genius, come along;
Oh master of the poet, and the song!
And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends,
To man's low passions, or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise;
Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe;
Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please.
Oh! while along the stream of time thy name Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame;
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale ?
When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose
Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes,
Shall then this verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend ?
That, urged by thee, I turn'd the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;
For wits' false mirror held up nature's light;
Showed erring pride, whatever is, is right;
That reason, passion, answer one great aim;
That true self-love and social are the same;
That virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is, ourselves to know."
These lines finish the Essay, and contain the essence of that philosophy which he had before presented in a more expanded form. St. John, Viscount Bolingbroke, was a celebrated member of the ministry of Queen Anne. Pope was several times in North Wilts, and resided for a considerable period at Cirencester with his friend, Lord Bathurst. In Bathurst Park is still shown the poet's seat.
The game-preserves of Lydiard are now much noted, so that it is a common observation that in driving along the roads near by it is necessary to go slowly and whip the pheasants out of the way, as if they were a flock of sheep.
As many as 800 head of game have been shot in a single battue.
Lydiard is a very ancient place. It is now known as Tregoze, but was formerly Lydiard Ewyas. Lydiard was an inhabited spot in the days of William the Conqueror, as appears from the following ancient lines copied from a genealogical tablet in the church, of which more presently. The verses are somewhat strangely distributed in the original, and there are divers opinions as to the proper manner of reading them; but the following disposition seems most natural. The same tablet states that they are "Some ancient remains of Sir Richard St.
George, Knight, Garter King-at-Arms, relating to ye pedigree of St. John, written in the year 1615, and transcribed in this present year, 1694":-
"Five hundred and forty-nine years" have now (1867) increased to eight hundred and one a long, long vista of years to look back upon.
There are numerous monuments to the Bolingbrokes, or rather the St. Johns, in Lydiard Church. The church is ancient, and contains several stained glass windows. The windows of the north aisle contain a small quantity of very old stained glass. Over the entrance door there is a carved figure of a woman, pinched and miserable, as if in the last agonies of starvation. The legend runs that it is in memory of a person who died from toothache. The chancel is supported upon pillars, and the roof presents the likeness of the sun, moon, and stars; it is, in fact, a representation of the sky. The chancel forms a vast canopy over the monuments of the St.
Johns, whose remains lie mouldering in the extensive vaults beneath.
A full-length gilt statue of a St. John, in the dress and with the flowing locks of the Cavaliers, stands against the south wall of the chancel. Two smaller figures are on either hand, drawing back a curtain which reveals the cavalier. Tradition tells a strange tale about this statue, which is said to represent a Royalist warrior, who had constructed for himself a dress, or armour, of brass, impervious save in one spot, and who passed safely through the dangers of the Civil War, until he was at length betrayed by his servant. In the chancel itself, somewhat to the south of the communion table, is a magnificent monument to John St.
John, knight and baron, and his two wives, Anna and Margarita. It is dated a.d. 1634.
Beneath a canopy, itself ornamented with divers small figures, lies the effigy of the baron, apparently executed in alabaster, and at full length. He is in armour. Full-length figures of his two wives lie, one on either side, and on the breast of one lies an infant. All three are in an attitude of repose. The execution is excellent, and so marked are the features that it may be conjectured they are, to a certain extent, correct copies of the originals. Five sons kneel at the head of their parents, and three daughters at their feet.1 It is, perhaps,
1 "At their feet are a spread eagle and three figures of girls kneeling, and at their heads are five boys in the same attitudes. From the tomb rise eight Corinthian columns of black marble, supporting an arch and entablature, with several figures and armorial bearings. On the entablature is the following inscription: " D. S.
"Johannes St. John Miles et Baronettus, annum agens XLIX urn, mortalitatis suae memor H. M. M. P. C. Anno M.D.C.XXXIIII et sibi et Uxoribus suis Annae sc. et Margarettae. Anna Filia fuit Th. Leyghton Eq. Auae, ex Eliz.
Conjuge Gentis Knowleisae, et Reginae Elizabeth setam virtutis quam cognationis ergo in Deliciis. Vixit annos XXXVII eximiis animi et corporis et gratiae muneribus datata, rarum virtutis et pietatis exemplum; XIII Liberorum superstitium mater, tandem arumnosis ultimi puerperii agonibus diu conflictata et demum victa, fugit in coelum XIII Cal. Octob. M.D.C.XXVIII. Margaretta Filia fuit Gul. Whitmor, Armig., de Apley, Provincias Salop.
Vivit LVIII um agens annum, virtutis laude spectabilis et bonis operibus intenta; in istud hujus familiae Requietorium, suo tempore (ni aliter ipsa olim statuerit), aggreganda."(Britton's Beauties of Wiltshire.} 1 M.S. Foeminarum optimae Dominae Katherinae Mompesson, forma, pudicitia constantia, pietate, omni virtutum genere, praestantissimae, Johannis St. John de Liddiard Tregose, Baroneth Sororis natu maximae, Egidii Mompesson ex antiqua Familia de Bathampton in Comitatu Wiltis Equitis Aurati Conjugis charissimae, qui quidem Egidius viginti sex annorum Matrimonii faeliciter peractus, minime oblitus (adhuc superstes) hoc Sepulchrum condidit, ubi suas etiam cineres (quum occiderit) reponi jussit. Obiit XXVIII.
Mart. a.d. 1633.
the most magnificent monument in the neighbourhood.
Near by, on the north wall, at a considerable elevation, is a monument to another St. John and his lady, dated 1633.1 The figures here are not full size. The knight is seated facing his lady, with an open book before him, which he appears to be silently regarding. His lady is also seated, in an attitude of melancholy reflection, with her left hand upon a skull, which rests upon her knee, and the other supporting her head. 'Monuments to later members of the St. John family adjoin these. In the body of the church, but against the south wall, is a canopied monument to Nicholas Seynt John1
1 Jacent hic, Optime Lector, sub spe beatae Resurrectionis, reposita corpora Nicholai Seynt Jhon, Armigeri, et Elizabethae conjugis suae, Regi Edoardo, Reginae Mariae, et Reginae Elizabethae e selectorum stipatorum numero, quos vulga pentionarios vocantur: fuit cumque apud Principem locum obtinens mortem obiit, Elizabetha ipsius Uxor filia fuit Richardi Blunt, Militis; ex esque genuit tres filios et quinque filias; Johannem, Oliverum, Richardum; Elizabetham, Catherinam, Helinoram, Dorotheam, at que Janam.
Johannes filius natu maximus in Uxorem duxit filiam Gualteri Hungerford, Militis; Oliverus et Richardus vivunt adhuc coelibes. Elizabetha filia natu maxima nupsit Seynt George, Comitatus Cantabrigiensis; Catharina Webb; Helinora Cave, Comitatus Northamptoniensis; Dorothea Egiocke, Warvicensis; Jana vero Nicholas, Comitatus Wiltesiensis. Ipse Nicholas Seynt John ex hac vita discessit octavo die Novembris, Anno Domini 1589; Elizabetha vero ipsius Conjux ex hac vita discessit undecimo die Augusti Anno Domini 1587; insignem reliquentes trophaeum posteris suis et famae purae et vitae integrae. Johannes Seynt John illorum filius hoc illis de se optime meritis et finis parentibus pietatis ergo Monumentum posuit.
Anno Domini 1592.
Nobis est Christus et in vita et in morte lucrum. Tempora qui longae speras felicia vitae, Spes tua te fallit, testes utrique sumus.-
and his lady, dated 1522. Beneath the canopy kneel the figures of the knight and his lady, but they are not full size. He is in armour, and has a sword girded to his side. It may be remarked that the spelling of the name here "Seynt John" is a nearer approach to its ordinary pronunciation in the neighbourhood than St. John. Close to the monument there is a brass plate affixed to the wall in memory of George Richard St. John, dated 1824.
The genealogical tablet, which has been already referred to, is affixed, together with several others, to the south wall of the chancel, within the rails around the communion table.
Above the tablets is a portrait of Queen Elizabeth, evidently intended to represent her in her earlier days. Over this stands a gilt imperial eagle. The first tablet brings down the genealogy of the St. Johns from the days of William the Conqueror, 1066 a.d., and from William Rufus, 1683 a.d., to 1654. All these tablets are covered with escutcheons and heraldic devices, the coats of arms of the persons referred to, which devices would themselves fill a volume, and exhibit every form of heraldic imagery. Another shows their alliance, affinity, and consanguinity to Henry VII. and to Queen Elizabeth, beneath whose portrait are the words "Thirty-two Ancestors." The third tablet reveals the alliances which the St. Johns have made with other noble families during the course of so many centuries. The "ancient remains of Sir Richard St. George," already given, are inscribed at the foot of the centre tablet. It is, no doubt from--
|"That Tregoz, a great Baron in his age,"|
that Lydiard takes its present name of Lydiard Tregoze, in order to distinguish it from Lydiard Millicent, another village near by.
All these tablets open, and reveal other genealogies beneath. The two centre ones when thrown open reveal a life-like portrait of John St. John, knight and baron, full length, with his wife Lucy, daughter of Sir Walter Hungerford.1 Six children, of divers ages and heights, cluster round upon the right hand. This Lucy married again after the death of St. John, and the two figures upon the left hand are probably herself and her second husband. The date is 1594, though the same inscription states that the tablet was not erected until 1615. These portraits are remarkably life-like, and have none of that stiffness which usually gives family paintings so disagreeable a harshness. The colours are still fresh and well preserved. The smiling, blue-eyed, brown-haired, hearty, English-looking John St. John seems almost about to start forward from the wall. The description which Sir Walter Scott gives of
|1 "Here lieth the body of Sir John St. John, Knt., who married Lucy, daughter and coheire of Sir Walter Hungerford, of Farley, Knt., by whom he had issue Walter, that died young, Sir John St. John, Knt. and Baronet, Oliver, that died young, Katherine, Anne, Jane, Elinor, Barbara, Lucy, and Martha, that died a child. He deceased 20th September, 1594. She was secondly married to Sir Anthony Hungerford, Knt., by whom she had Edward, Briget, and Jane, and then died the 4th June, 1598. This was erected by Sir John St. John, Knt. and Baronet, in the year 1655, the 20th of July."|
King Richard Coeur-de-Lion might have been taken from this portrait of St. John, so singular is the coincidence. There is the same fearless, open, frank look which is said to have characterized the English hero of the Crusades.
On the floor of the chancel is a very ancient stone slab to one Kiblewhite, the figures much worn with feet. Several helmets are suspended in divers parts of the church. The effect of these numerous monuments to departed greatness is very solemn, and is increased by the dim light from the stained glass windows. Here sleep the warrior and the statesman, men celebrated in their day, their names in all men's mouths, now only known by the epitaph and escutcheon. Who remembers the great baron Tregoz? Who thinks of him when he hears of Lydiard Tregoze? Ewgas is still less remembered. The St. John commemorated by Pope runs the best chance of immortality. Those who fought with doublehanded swords, with battle-axe and lance, have long been forgotten; it is only the Muse who confers immortality. Ink is more durable than iron. Yonder hang the heavy helmets of a forgotten generation. Who remember the wearers? None but the genealogist, and he only after much cogitation.
Eight hundred years is a long time to look back upon. What innumerable events must have been witnessed by those who bore the name, or were the ancestors of the St. Johns in that long course of centuries? They seem to have shared in the bounty of William the Conqueror; they no doubt fought in the French wars, in the Wars of the Red and White Roses; they were not backward in the times of the Great Rebellion. They have escaped all dangers, and survive yet. For those who sleep beneath the cold stone pavement of this ancient church the lines might make a good epitaph:
" The knights are dust,
|Their good swords are rust,|
|Their souls are with the saints, we trust! "|
Lydiard is now rarely the residence of the present Lord Bolingbroke. Lydiard Millicent is a pleasant village. Purton lies immediately beyond it. It is a large place, and dates from very ancient days. In Domesday Book1 the
|1 "The same church (S. Mary at Malmesbury) holds Piritone."Domesday reference.|
name is spelt Piritone. It is considered to mean Pear-tree town. A considerable part of Purton then belonged to the Abbey of Malmesbury. Purton Church is a peculiar structure, somewhat resembling Wanborough, there being both a tower and a spire. There are several large niches outside the tower, which probably once contained images, which have now disappeared. Purton was once the residence of Edward Hyde, who afterwards became the celebrated Earl of Clarendon, Lord Chancellor in the time of King Charles II. His History of the Great Rebellion is the basis of all other histories of that great period. He was peculiarly qualified from his attendance upon the king, and from the ready access which he had to State documents, to perform such a task.
It is an enormous work, judged by the modern standard, and extends to over two thousand closely printed pages. Whilst residing at Purton, in the character of a private person, he was chosen a member of Parliament both by the adjacent town of Wootton Bassett, and a more distant place, but preferred "serving his neighbours "of the former place. The house in which he lived is, or was lately, the property of the Earl of Shaftesbury. Purton has been in some sense connected with another distinguished man. The celebrated Lord Clive married Margaret Maskelyne, daughter of Edmund Maskelyne, of Purton. Anthony Goddard was of Purton, in 1737.
Purton was formerly famous for its morrice dancing,1 an old English pastime which has almost died out. The old custom of mumming 2 at Christmas seems also rapidly going out of date, though it is still kept up in the outlying country districts. Hand-bell ringing will probably follow, and then there will be little left indeed that savours of the pastimes of old England. Many lament the change, which is charged upon the railroads and canals.
There is a splendid view from the summit of Pevenhill, Purton. It is said that no less than twenty-six church towers, or spires, can be counted on a clear day. Birdlip Hill, in Gloucestershire, is then visible. Immediately
|1 Deuce's Illustrations of Shakespeare, published in 1839, has some good notes on morris-dancing.|
|2 There is an excellent chapter on the Wiltshire Mummers in Mr. Morris's Swindon Fifty Years Ago.|
beneath lie Braden Woods. Braden Forest was anciently of great extent, and was part of the property of the Duke of Lancaster.
Monarchs hunted the deer in the depths of Braden Forest. King Henry the Eighth "rode a-hunting" there. It is still a large wood.
The village of Fasterne lies at no very great distance from Purton. Here, says tradition, was born King Richard, or else a Duke of York, probably the latter.
Cleeve Pipard is a village lying between Broad Hinton and Purton. It is an ancient place. The pronunciation is Cliff The manor of Cleeve Pipard was, in the year 1530, on the thirteenth of April, transferred from William Dauntsey, Alderman of London, to John Goddard, gent, of Aldborne. John Goddard, Esq., was the ancestor of the present owner of the estate, H. N. Goddard, Esq.
The old Swindon family of the Bradfords is connected by marriage with the Goddards of Cleeve Pipard.
Most of these placesLydiard Tregoze, Lydiard Millicent, Purton, Cleeve Pipard were visited by Aubrey, when he passed through North Wilts, about two centuries since.
Fairford lies at a considerable distance from Swindon, and in another county, but is of a celebrity so great that it can scarcely be passed over in silence.
The church is the cause of its fame. It is a fine old structure, built more than three centuries ago by a person of the name of John Tame, in the year 1493. John Tame was a merchant and seafaring man, and chanced to take a prize ship destined for Rome. The prize was highly valuable on account of a quantity of magnificent stained glass which was found on board, and so greatly delighted was Tame with his capture that, bringing it to England, he built a church to put it in.
The church was then dedicated to the Virgin Mary, and the stained glass has remained ever since, the wonder and admiration of all who have seen it. The design is said to have been that of Albrecht Dürer, the celebrated artist,1 but doubt has been thrown upon this by the
|1 Jefferies described Dürer as an Italian artist, but he was German by birth, and did not go to Italy till 1505.|
fact that at the date when this glass was made he had not yet reached his twentieth year, while it is well known that a length of time is necessary to complete such work. These windows number no less than twenty-eight, and the paintings are from scenes in the Bible. The choir windows contain the various events that attended the crucifixion of Christ; these windows, together with some upon the western side of the church, are somewhat larger than the others. Other windows portray the apostles, prophets, martyrs, fathers, confessors, and persecutors of the church, in short a sort of ecclesiastical history. These figures are full size. Hell and damnation are represented at the west end with such horrible minuteness of detail that we understand this window is usually kept covered. The paintings are well preserved and the colours fresh, while so excellent is the execution that Sir Anthony Vandyke was of opinion that they could not be surpassed by the pencil. It is scarcely probable that Dürer could have designed these extensive windows ere he had attained his twentieth year; or, if he had designed them, that they could have been executed in so short a time as must necessarily have elapsed from the date of the design to the capture of the ship by John Tame. In all probability the fame of Dürer has usurped that of another less celebrated. During the Civil Wars, when such articles ran a great risk of destruction at the hands of the Parliamentarians, these paintings were turned wrong side uppermost, and so escaped being smashed. Bishop Corbett, who died on January 28th, 1635, and was, says one contemporary, "the best poet of all the bishops of that age," seems to have visited Fairford, since the following two poems are supposed to have been written by him upon Fairford windows:
INDEX This file Jefferit.html is a version of Jefferies Land: A History of Swindon and its Environs. While not a facsimile of the original, its layout retains the original character of the book. The text in this illustrated version is also searchable, making it a useful version for scholars. The book was published in 1896. The original history was written by Richard Jefferies, and edited with notes by Grace Toplis. Richard Wright prepared the text from a copy of the book once owned by Rainald Goddard, whose family is frequently mentioned by Jefferies. The copy is number 1 of the 350 that were printed. The scans of the original pages have been retained at a reduced size. Unfortunately the file is large at 3.6 MB, so I do not put it on the web page. A copy on CD-ROM may be obtained by contacting Richard Wright. In Richard Jefferies: A bibliographical study, Miller and Matthews list three printing errors: p.83 is misnumbered 3, on p.97 the village of Snap is misnamed Shap, and on page 198 the J in the header is partly missing. I have corrected the errors in this electronic version. Address all questions, discoveries of error, and comments to: Richard Wright 72 Campbell Street Balmain NSW 2041 Australia Phone/Fax +61 2 9818 1037 firstname.lastname@example.org DISCLAIMER I have produced this e-text for readers interested in the scarcer works of Richard Jefferies. It is provided "as-is" and no warranty of any kind is made as to the fitness of the e-text for a particular purpose. I have tried to assemble the text by taking care. However inaccuracies may still occur. These could result in the reader being misinformed. While regretting the occurrence of any inaccuracy I cannot accept responsibility for any consequences whatsoever that may result therefrom.
" Tell me, you anti-saints, why brass
With you is shorter lived than glass ?
And why the saints have scap't their falls
Better from windows than from walls ?
Is it because the Brethren's fires
Maintain a glass-house at Blackfryars ?
Next which the church stands north and south,
And east and west the preacher's mouth,
Or is't because such painted ware
Resembles something that you are,
Soe pyde, so seeming, soe unsound,
In manners and in doctrine found.
That out of emblematick witt
You spare yourselves in sparing it ?
If it be soe, then, Fairford boast
Thy Church hath kept what all have lost;
And is preserved from the bane
Of either war, or Puritane:
Whose life is coloured in thy paint
The inside dross, the outside saint."
"UPON FAIREFORD WINDOWES."
" I knowe no painte of poetry
Can mend such colore'd imagry In sullen inke, yet (Fayreford) I
May relish thy fair memory.
Such is the echoes fainter sound,
Such is the light when the sunn's drown'd,
So did the fancy look upon
The work before it was begun.
Yet when those showes are out of sight,
My weaker colors may delight.
Those images doe faith fullie
Report true feature to the eie,
As you may think each picture was
Some visage in a looking-glass;
Not a glass window face, unless
Such as Cheapside hath, where a press
Of painting gallants, looking out,
Bedeck the casement rounde about.
But these have holy phisnomy;
Each paine instructs the laity
With silent eloquence; for heere
Devotions leads the eie, not eare.
To not the cathechisinge paint,
Whose easie phrase doth soe acquainte
Our sense with Gospell, that the Creede
In such a hand the weake may reade,
Such tipes e'er yett of vertue bee,
And Christ as in a glass we see
When with a fishinge rod the clarke
St. Peter's draught of fish doth marke.
Such is the scale, the eye, the finn,
You'd thinke they strive and leap within;
But if the nett, which holdes them, brake
Hee with his angle some would take.
But would you walke a turn in Paules,
Looke up, one little pane inrouls
A fairer temple. Flinge a stone,
The church is out at the windowe flowne.
Consider not, but aske your eies,
And ghosts at midday seem to rise;
The saintes there seemeing to descend,
Are past the glass and downwards bend.
Look there ! The Devill ! all would cry,
Did they not see that Christ was by.
See where he suffers for thee!
See His body taken from the tree!
Had ever death such life before?
The limber corps, be-sully'd o'er
With meagre paleness, does display
A middle state 'twixt flesh and clay.
His arms and leggs, His head and crown,
Like a true lamb-kin dangle downe;
Whoe can forbeare, the grave being nigh,
To bringe fresh ointment in His eye?
The wondrous art hath equal fate,
Unfixt, and yet, inviolate.
The Puritans were sure deceav'd
Whoe thought those shaddowers mov'd and heav'd
So held from stonnige Christ; the winde
And boysterous tempests were so kinde
As on His image not to prey
Whome both the winde and seas obey.
At Momus bee not amaz'd;
For if each Christian's heart were glaz'd
With such a windowe, then each brest
Might be his owne evangelist."
Abury, Avebury, 81, 139, 166. Abbess of Shaftesbury, 111. Aldbourne, Auburn, etc., page 86, page 93, page 98. Alured, 9. Ashdown, 160. Asser, 131. Aubrey, 15, 34, 37, 140, 157, 161, 167, 178. Avenell, 13. Avon, 81. Badbury, 136. Badbury Wick, 135. Baily, Rev. H. G., 29. Barbury, 139, 145. Bassett, Olivia, 14, 37. Bigod, Roger, 10, 11 Bishopstone, 122. Blowing Stone, 130. Bluet, 10. Bohun, Humphrey, 10. Bolingbroke, Lord, 28, 181, 182. Braden Wood, 95, 197. Broad Hinton, 159, 164. Broome, 15. Brudhill, 16, 80. Burderop, 14, 38, 95, 142. Calley,(Will Cawley?) 141. Chace, 94, 107. Cheyne, 117. Chisledon, 80, 83, 91, 139. Clare, 14, 37. Clarendon, Earl of, 195. Clarendon's History, 18, 103, 152, 164, 195. Coate, 80, 132, 133. Corbett, Bishop, 200. Cot, 9, 133. Cricklade, 76. Darell, Sir E., 12, 117. Day House Farm, 134 . Despenser, 14. Devizes Road, 157. Domesday Book, 5, 115, 194. Down, dun, dune, 3. Draycott Foliatt, 81, 142. Dürer, 198. Edmund, St., 3. Elizabeth, Queen, 91, 141. Estmere, King, 85. Ethelwerd, 114, 126, 145, 158. Evelyn, 166. Fairford, 198. Flint digging, 112. Folly, The, 112. Frampton, Mr., 83. Gaunt, John of, 89, 92, 95. Goddard, 12, 13, 23, 24, 29, 34, 45, 46. Gooch, Sir D., 70, 71. Great Western Railway, 59. Hewish, 150. Highworth, 20, 24. Hocker Bench, 122. Holyrood Church, 26. Ickleton Way, 113. Icknield Street, 123, Inglesham, 180. Iscot, 9. Isis, 80. Ivychurch, page 14, page 31. Jackson, Canon, 16, 21, 32. Kennet, 81. King Milo, 32. Lacock Abbey, 12. Latt Mead, 118. Level, 35, 38. Liddington Camp, 113. Liddington Church, 111, 112. Liddington Hill, 112. Liddington Wick, 108, 111. Littlecote, 12. Longstone, 15. Lovel, 12, 119. Lydiard Tregoze, 28, 181, 184. Malmesbury Abbey, 14, 31. Marlborough Road, 132. Marsh, Narcissus, 32. May, Mrs., 110. Morris, William, 16, 32, 88, 99. Morris-dancing, 196. Mumming, 196. Nennius, 136. Noad, 47, 48. Odin, 5. Odo of Bayeux, 6, 7. Olaf, 3. Ogbourne, 139. Oyertown, 9. Oxford Road, 181. Pontlarge, 13. Pope, 184, 193. Purton, 95, 121, 194. Richard of Cirencester, 171, 176. Ridge Way, 113, 142, 146. Rutland, Francis, 91, 140. Sadler, Robert, 73. Sands, 23. Sarsdens, 15, 134, 149. Shrivenham, 121. Silbury Hill, 175, 177. Southwick, 31. Sweyn, 25. Swindon, Haute, etc., 9. Uffington, 130. Upper Upham, 82, 141. Uluric, 9. Ulward, 9. Valence, de, 12. Vilett, 14, 32, 35, 42. Wadard, 9. Wallingford, 30, 31. Wanborough, 113, 116. Wanborough Nythe, 115. Wanley Penson, 73. Wantage, 131. Wayland Smith's Cave, 129. Webbe, Aristotle, 32. Weekes family, 49. Wenman, 14. Westlecott, 9. White Horses, 124. Wick, 135. Woolston, 123. Wootton Bassett, 12, 25, 81. Wroughton, 9, 22, 81, 157. Wroughton, Sir W., 162.
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fact that at the date when this glass was made he had not yet reached his twentieth year, while it is well known that a length of time is necessary to complete such work. These windows number no less than twenty-eight, and the paintings are from scenes in the Bible.
The choir windows contain the various events that attended the crucifixion of Christ; these windows, together with some upon the western side of the church, are somewhat larger than the others. Other windows portray the apostles, prophets, martyrs, fathers, confessors, and persecutors of the church, in short a sort of ecclesiastical history. These figures are full size. Hell and damnation are represented at the west end with such horrible minuteness of detail that we understand this window is usually kept covered. The paintings are well preserved and the colours fresh, while so excellent is the execution that Sir Anthony Vandyke was of opinion that they could not be surpassed by the pencil. It is scarcely probable that Dürer could have designed these extensive windows ere he had attained his twentieth year; or, if he had designed them, that they could have been executed in so short a time as must necessarily have elapsed from the date of the design to the capture of the ship by John Tame. In all probability the fame of Dürer has usurped that of another less celebrated. During the Civil Wars, when such articles ran a great risk of destruction at the hands of the Parliamentarians, these paintings were turned wrong side uppermost, and so escaped being smashed. Bishop Corbett, who died on January 28th, 1635, and was, says one contemporary, "the best poet of all the bishops of that age," seems to have visited Fairford, since the following two poems are supposed to have been written by him upon Fairford windows:
This file Jefferit.html is a version of Jefferies Land: A History of Swindon and its Environs. While not a facsimile of the original, its layout retains the original character of the book. The text in this illustrated version is also searchable, making it a useful version for scholars.
The book was published in 1896. The original history was written by Richard Jefferies, and edited with notes by Grace Toplis.
Richard Wright prepared the text from a copy of the book once owned by Rainald Goddard, whose family is frequently mentioned by Jefferies. The copy is number 1 of the 350 that were printed.
The scans of the original pages have been retained at a reduced size. Unfortunately the file is large at 3.6 MB, so I do not put it on the web page. A copy on CD-ROM may be obtained by contacting Richard Wright. In Richard Jefferies: A bibliographical study, Miller and Matthews list three printing errors: p.83 is misnumbered 3, on p.97 the village of Snap is misnamed Shap, and on page 198 the J in the header is partly missing. I have corrected the errors in this electronic version.
Address all questions, discoveries of error, and comments to: Richard Wright 72 Campbell Street Balmain NSW 2041 Australia Phone/Fax +61 2 9818 1037 email@example.com DISCLAIMER I have produced this e-text for readers interested in the scarcer works of Richard Jefferies. It is provided "as-is" and no warranty of any kind is made as to the fitness of the e-text for a particular purpose. I have tried to assemble the text by taking care. However inaccuracies may still occur. These could result in the reader being misinformed. While regretting the occurrence of any inaccuracy I cannot accept responsibility for any consequences whatsoever that may result therefrom.