Northumberland Yesterday And To Day, Jean F. Terry [learn to read activity book .txt] 📗
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In The Reign Of King Alfred, Had No Less A Person Than A Danish Prince
Among Her Slaves; He Was Ransomed, However, And Made King Of The Danes
In The North, In Consequence Of A Vision In Which St. Cuthbert Had
Directed The Abbot Of Carlisle To See This Done. Young Prince Guthred's
Gratitude Showed Itself In A Substantial Grant Of Land To St. Cuthbert
At Durham. Whittingham Church Is Supposed To Have Been Founded By The
Saxon King Ceolwulf, Whose Acquaintance We Have Already Made At Holy
Island, And He Bestowed The Lands Of Whittingham On The Church At
Lindisfarne. It Still Shows Some Of The Original Saxon Work At The Base
Of The Tower, And Much More Was To Be Seen Before The So-Called
"Restoration" Of The Church In 1840. The Pele-Tower On The South Side Of
The River, After Its Days Of Storm And Stress Are Over, Still Serves As
A Shelter In Time Of Need, For It Is Now Used As An Almshouse For The
Poor Of The Village, A Former Lady Ravensworth Having Originated The
Quaint Idea And Seen It Carried Out.
Whittingham Fair, Now Whittingham Sports, A Well-Known Rendezvous Of The
Whole Countryside, Has Lost Some Of Its Former Splendour, But Is Still
Looked Forward To With Great Enjoyment In The Surrounding District. The
Old Coaching Road From Newcastle To Edinburgh Passed Through The
Village, Crossing The Aln By The Stone Bridge, From Whence It Went On
Through Glanton And Wooler To Cornhill.
In The Vale Of Whittingham, The Little Aln Flows Placidly Along, Its
Waters Murmuring A Soothing Refrain, A Peaceful Interlude Between Its
Busy Bustling Beginning And Its Ending. Before Reaching Alnwick It Flows
Past The Ancient Walls Of Hulne Abbey, The Monastery Of Carmelite Friars
So Romantically Founded By The Northumbrian Knight And Monk After His
Visit To The Monastery On Mount Carmel. A Considerable Portion Of The
Ancient Building Is Still Standing, And Few Sites Chosen By The Old
Monks, Who Had An Unerring Eye For Beauty As Well As Safety And
Convenience In Their Choice Of Abode, Can Surpass This One, Surrounded
By Fair Meadows, And Standing On The Green Hill-Side, With The Rippling
Aln Flowing Through The Levels Below. In Hulne Park Is Also The
Brislee Tower, Erected By The First Duke Of Northumberland In 1781, On
The Top Of Brislee Hill.
Alnwick Itself, With Its Quaint, Uneven, Narrow Streets, And Grey Stone
Houses, Looks The Part Of A Border Town Even In These Days; And The Grim
Old Hotspur Tower, Bestriding The Main Street Like An Ancient Warrior
Still On Guard, Helps To Give The Illusion An Air Of Reality. The Tower,
However, Was Not Built By Hotspur, But By His Son. The Names Of The
Streets, Too, Are Redolent Of The Days When The Only Safety For The
Inhabitants Of A Town Worth Plundering Lay In The Strength Of Its Walls
And Gateways. Bondgate, Bailiffgate, And Narrowgate, Still Speak Of The
Days Of Siege And Sortie, Of Fierce Attack And Stout Defence.
The Magnificent Castle Which Dominates The Town Stands Majestically At
The Top Of A Green Slope Above The Aln, Its Vast Array Of Walls And
Towers Far Along The Ridge, Fronting The North As Though Still Looking,
Albeit With A Seemingly Languid Interest, For The Coming Of The Scots
Who Were Such Inveterate Foes Of Its Successive Lords. The Principal
Entrance, However, The Barbican, Faces Southwards To The Town, And Here
The Massive Gateway, With Portcullis Complete, And Crowned By Quaint
Life-Size Figures Of Warriors In Various Attitudes Of Defence, Conveys
The Impression That The Huge Giant Is Still Alert And On Guard. The
History Of Alnwick Is The History Of The Castle And Its Lords, From The
Days Of Gilbert Tyson, Variously Known As Tison, Tisson, And De Tesson,
One Of The Conqueror's Standardbearers, Upon Whom This Northern Estate
Was Bestowed, Until The Present Time. After Being Held By The Family Of
De Vesci (Of Which The Modern Rendering Is Vasey--A Name Found All Over
South-East Northumberland) For Over Two Hundred Years, It Passed Into
The Hands Of The House Of Percy. The Percies, Who Hailed From The
Village Of Perce In Normandy, Had Large Estates In Yorkshire, Bestowed
By The Conqueror On The First Of The Name To Arrive In England In His
Train. The Family, However, Was Represented By An Heiress Only In The
Reign Of Henry Ii., Whose Second Wife, A Daughter Of The Duke Of
Brabant, Thought This Heiress, With Her Wide Possessions, A Suitable
Match For Her Own Young Half-Brother Joceline Of Louvain. The Marriage
Took Place; And Thereafter Followed The Long Line Of Henry Percies
(Henry Being A Favourite Name Of The Counts Of Louvain) Who Played Such
A Large Part In The History Of Both England And Scotland; For, As Nearly
Every Percy Was A Warden Of The Marches, Scottish Doings Concerned Them
More Or Less Intimately--Indeed, Often More So Than English Affairs.
It Was The Third Henry Percy Who Purchased Alnwick In 1309 From Antony
Bec, Bishop Of Durham And Guardian Of The Last De Vesci, And From That
Time The Fortunes Of The Percies, Though They Still Held Their Yorkshire
Estates, Were Linked Permanently With The Little Town On The Aln, And
The Fortress Which Alike Commanded And Defended It. The Fourth Henry
Percy Began To Build The Castle As We See It Now; But To Call Him "The
Fourth" Is A Little Confusing, As He Was The Second Henry Percy, Lord Of
Alnwick. On The Whole, It Will Be Clearer To Begin The Enumerations Of
The Various Henry Percies From The Time They Became Lords Of Alnwick. It
Was, Then, Henry Percy The Second, Lord Of Alnwick, Who Began The
Re-Building Of The Castle; He Also Was Jointly Responsible For The
Safety Of The Realm During The Absence Of Edward Iii. In The French
Wars, And In This Official Capacity, No Less Than In That Of A Border
Baron Whose Delight It Was To Exchange Lusty Blows With An Ever-Ready
Foe, He Helped To Win The Battle Of Neville's Cross. His Son, Henry,
Married A Sister Of John Of Gaunt, And Their Son, The Next Henry Percy,
Was That Friend Who Stood John Wycliffe In Such Good Stead, When He Was
Cited To Appear Before The Bishop Of London. Henry Percy, Who Had Been
Made Earl Marshal Of England, And The Duke Of Lancaster Took Their
Places One On Each Side Of Wycliffe, And Accompanied Him To St. Paul's,
Clearing A Way For Him Through The Crowd. It Does Not Belong To This
Story To Tell How Their Private Quarrels With The Bishop Prevented
Wycliffe's Interrogation, And How He Left The Cathedral Without Having
Uttered A Word; We Are Concerned At The Moment With His North-Country
Friend, Who, The Same Year, Was Created Earl Of Northumberland, Which
Title He Was Given After The Coronation Of Richard Ii. Nor Was This All,
For He Was That Northumberland Whose Doings In The Next Reign Fill So
Large A Part Of Shakespeare's Henry Iv., And He Was The Father Of The
Most Famous Percy Of All, The Gallant Henry Percy The Fifth, Better
Known As "Harry Hotspur." Hotspur Never Became Earl Of Northumberland,
Being Slain At Shrewsbury In The Lifetime Of His Father, Whose Estates
Were Forfeited Under Attainder On Account Of The Rebellion Of Himself
And His Son Against King Henry Iv.
King Henry V. Restored Hotspur's Son, The Second Earl, To His Family
Honours, And The Percies Were Staunch Lancastrians During The Wars Of
The Roses Which Followed, The Third Earl And Three Of His Brothers
Losing Their Lives In The Cause. The Fifth Earl Was A Gorgeous Person
Whose Magnificence Equalled, Almost, That Of Royalty. Henry Percy, The
Sixth Earl Of Northumberland, Loved Ann Boleyn, And Was Her Accepted
Suitor Before King Henry Viii. Unfortunately Discovered The Lady's
Charm, And Interfered In A Highhanded "Bluff King Hal" Fashion, And
Young Percy Lost His Prospective Bride. He Had No Son, Although Married
Later To The Daughter Of The Earl Of Shrewsbury, And His Nephew, Thomas
Percy, Became The Seventh Earl.
Thereafter, A Succession Of Plots And Counterplots--The Rising Of The
North, The Plots To Liberate Mary Queen Of Scots, And The Gunpowder
Plot--Each Claimed A Percy Among Their Adherents. On This Account The
Eighth And Ninth Earls Spent Many Years In The Tower, But The Tenth
Earl, Algernon, Fought For King Charles In The Civil War, The Male Line
Of The Percy-Louvain House Ending With Josceline, The Eleventh Earl. The
Heiress To The Vast Percy Estates Married The Duke Of Somerset; And Her
Grand-Daughter Married A Yorkshire Knight, Sir Hugh Smithson, Who In
1766 Was Created The First Duke Of Northumberland And Earl Percy, And It
Is Their Descendants Who Now Represent The Famous Old House.
At Various Points In The Town Are Memorials Of The Constant Wars Between
Percies And Scots In Which So Many Percies Spent The Greater Part Of
Their Lives. At The Side Of The Broad Shady Road Called Rotten Row,
Leading From The West Lodge To Bailiffgate, A Tablet Of Stone Marks The
Spot Where William The Lion Of Scotland Was Captured As We Have Already
Seen, In 1174, By Odinel De Umfraville And His Friends; And There Are
Many Others Of Similar Interest.
Within The Park, Approached By The Gate At The Foot Of Canongate, Is The
Fine Gateway Which Is All That Is Left Of Alnwick Abbey. No More
Peaceful Spot Could Have Been Found Than This, On The Level Greensward,
Surrounded By Fine Trees Which Shelter It On All Sides Save One, And
Near The Brink Of The Little Aln, Whose Banks Are Thickly Covered With
Wild Flowers, While The Steep Slope On The Opposite Side Of The River Is
Overhung With Shady Woods. The Extent Of The Parks May Be Judged From
The Fact That The Enclosing Wall Is About Five Miles Long. At The Foot
Of Bailiffgate, On The Edge Of A Steep Ridge Above The Descent To
Canongate And The Banks Of The River, The Ancient Parish Church,
Dedicated To St. Mary And St. Michael Stands In A Commanding Position.
The Present Building Dates From The Fourteenth Century, And Occupies The
Site Of An Earlier One, Whose Few Remaining Stones Have Been Built Into
The Present Structure. Two Other Reminders Of Long-Past Days Are To Be
Found In Alnwick; One Is The Large Stone In The Market Place To Which
The Bull Ring Used To Be Fixed In The Days When Bull-Baiting And
Bear-Baiting Took Place; And The Other, A Relic Of Days Still Further
Back In The Distant Years, Is The Sounding Of The Curfew Bell, Which Is
Still Rung Here Every Evening At Eight O'clock. Altogether There Is The
Quaintest And Most Unexpected Mingling Of The Ancient And Modern In The
Little Feudal Town.
Between Alnwick And The Sea, The Aln Winds Its Way Past Alnmouth
Station, Formerly Known As Bilton Junction, And Past Lesbury, A Pretty
Little Tree-Shaded Village, To The Sandy Flats By Alnmouth Where It Ends
Its Journey In The North Sea.
The Till, By Whose Side We Shall Next Wander, Flows In The Opposite
Direction, For That Historic Stream Is A Tributary Of "Tweed's Fair
River, Broad And Deep," And Curves From The Cheviots Round To The
North-West, Where It Enters The Larger Stream At Tillmouth. It Begins
Life As The Breamish, Tumbling Down The Slopes Of Cushat Law Within
Sight Of All The Giants Of The Cheviot Range. The Linhope Burn, A Fellow
Traveller Down These Steep Hillsides, Forms In Its Course The Linhope
Spout, One Of The Largest Waterfalls To Be Found Amongst The Cheviots,
Before It Joins The Breamish, Which Then Flows Through A Country Of
Green Slopes And Grassy Levels To Ingram. This Village Possesses An Old
Church With Massive Square Tower And Windows Which Suggest The Fortress
Rather Than The Church. The Heights Which Stretch Eastward From The
Cheviots And Bound The Valley Of The Till Add Not A Little To The Beauty
And Variety Of The Scenery In This District.
The Little Stream, Which Turns Northward Near Glanton Railway Station,
Moves On In Loops And Windings Past Beanley, Which Earl Gospatric Held
In Former Days By Virtue Of The Curious Office Of Being A Kind Of
Official Mediator Between The Monarchs Of England And Scotland When They
Came To Blows; And Past Bewick, With Its Little Norman Church Buried
From Sight Amongst Leafy Trees. The Effigy Of A Lady In The Chancel Of
This Church Is Said To Be That Of Matilda, Wife Of Henry I. This Is The
More Likely In That The Lands Of Bewick Formed Part Of Her Dowry, And
Were Given By Her To The Monks Of Tynemouth Priory. At Bewick Bridge The
Little Stream Ceases To Be The Breamish, And Becomes The Till; As An Old
Rhyme Has It--
"The Foot Of Breamish, And Head Of Till,
Meet Together At Bewick Mill"
Some Miles To The Northward, The Till
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