Northumberland Yesterday And To Day - Jean F. Terry (i want to read a book TXT) 📗
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The Following Book Makes No Pretensions To Be A Mine Of Deep Historical
Research Or Antiquarian Lore; Its Object Will Have Been Achieved, And
Its Existence To Some Extent Justified, If Haply By Its Aid Some Of The
Dwellers In This Northern County Of Ours, With Its Past So Full Of
Action, And Its Present So Rich In The Memorials Of Those Actions, May
Pass A Pleasant Hour In Becoming Acquainted Through Its Pages With The
Happenings Which Have Taken Place In Their Own Particular Fields, Their
Own Streets, Or By Their Own Riverside.
I Am Aware That Many Learned Volumes On This Subject, Representing An
Enormous Amount Of Patient Labour And Careful Research In Their
Compilation, Are Already In Existence. To Such This Little Book Can In
No Sense Be A Rival; But There Must Be Many People Who Have Not A
Superabundance Of Time, To Enable Them To Dig Out The Information For
Which They Wish, From These Various Sources; Nor Can They Always Make
These Volumes Their Own, To Be Consulted At Leisure.
Northumbrians Have Always Been Interested In The Records Of Their Own
County, And Are Now-A-Days Not Less So Than When, Some Three-And-A-Half
Centuries Ago, Roger North Found Them "Great Antiquarians Within Their
Own Bounds." If To Such As These This Little Book May Perhaps Bring In A
More Convenient Form The Information They Seek, And Help Them To Become
Better Acquainted With The County Which Inspired Swinburne To Write In
Stirring Phrases Of "Northumberland," And To Address The Home Of His
People As
"Land Beloved, Where Nought Of Legend's Dream
Outshines The Truth"--
I Shall Be More Than Satisfied. I Would Take This Opportunity Of
Expressing My Grateful Thanks To The Rev. Canon Savage, Of Hexham, For
Information Relating To The Tomb Of Alfwald The Just, In The Abbey,
Given With Courteous Readiness; To The Rev. Canon Jeffery, Of Bywell,
For Similar Kindness Regarding Bywell St. Peter's; To R.O. Heslop, Esq.,
Whose Profound Store Of Learning On The Subject Of "Northumberland
Words" Was In Cases Of Uncertainty My Final Court Of Appeal; To E.T.
Nisbet, Esq., And J. Treble, Esq., To Whom I Am Greatly Indebted For
Their Goodness In Reading My Manuscript, And For Their Generous
Encouragement Following Thereupon; To C.H. Abbey, Esq., For His Kindness
In Executing The Map Which Accompanies These Pages; And To Mr. G.P.
Dunn, Of Corbridge, For Much Helpful Criticism, And Many Suggestions
Which Only Want Of Space Has Prevented My Adopting In Their Entirety.
Chapter 1 (The Coast Of Northumberland)Wild And Bleak It May Be, Hard And Cruel At Times It Undoubtedly Is,
But, Nevertheless, This North-East Coast Of Ours Is At All Times
Inspiring, Whether Half-Hidden By Storm-Clouds, Its Cliffs And Hollows
Lashed By The "Wild North-Easter," Or Seen Calmly Brooding In The Warm
Haze Of A Summer's Day, Its Grey-Blue Water Smiling Beneath The
Grey-Blue Sky, And Its Stretches Of Sand And Bents Edging The Sea With A
Border Of Gold And Silver.
In Keeping With Either Mood Of Nature, The Ancient Priory Of Tynemouth,
Standing On The Sandstone Cliffs On The Northern Bank Of The Tyne,
Rearing Its Grey And Roofless Walls Above The Harbour Mouth, Strikes A
Note That Is Symbolic Of The Northumbria Of Old And The Northumberland
Of To-Day--The Note, That Is, Of The Intimate Commingling Of The Romance
Of The Warlike Past And The Romance Of The Industrial Present. Here,
Above The Mouth Of The River On Which So Many Of The Most Noteworthy
Advances In Industrial Science Have Been Made, And Out Of Which Sail The
Vessels Which Are Often The Last Word Of The Moment In Marine
Engineering And Construction, Stand Calmly Looking Down Upon Them All
The Fragments Of A Building Which Was A Century Old When John Signed
Magna Charta, And Which Stands Upon The Site Of Another That Had Already
Braved The Storms Of Nearly Five Hundred Years.
Looking Upon The Priory Of St. Mary And St. Oswin We Are Carried Back To
The Days When Edwin, The First King Of Northumbria To Embrace
Christianity, Built A Little Church Here, In Which His Daughter Took The
Veil. King Oswald Had The First Wooden Structure Replaced By A Stone
One; And Here, In 651, The Body Of Another Good King--Oswyn--Was Brought
For Burial From Gilling, Near Richmond In Yorkshire, Where, Disbanding
His Army, He Sacrificed His Cause And His Life To Oswy Of Bernicia, With
Whom He Had Been About To Fight.
[Illustration: The Priory, Tynemouth.]
When The Pirate Ships Of The Danes Swept Down Upon Our Coasts, The
Priory Of St. Oswin, Conspicuous On Its Bold Headland, Could Not Hope To
Escape Their Ravages. It Was Destroyed By The Fierce Invaders; But King
Ecgfrith[1] Of Northumbria Restored The Shattered Shrine. Again, In The
Year 865, It Was Sacked And Burnt, And The Poor Nuns Of St. Hilda, Who
Had Already Fled From Hartlepool To Tynemouth Hoping To Find Safety,
Were Ruthlessly Slain And Earned The Crown Of Martyrdom. It Was Again
Restored; But, Five Years Later, The Destroying Hands Of The Invaders
Fell On The Place Once More, And For Two Hundred Years The Priory Stood
Roofless And Tenantless. After The Norman Conquest, Waltheof, Earl Of
Northumberland Bestowed It Upon The Monks Of Jarrow. The Rediscovery Of
The Tomb Of St. Oswyn In 1065, Had Gladdened The Hearts Of The Monks,
And Forthwith The Monastery Was Reared Anew Over The Ashes Of Its Former
Self.
[Footnote 1: Pronounced "Edge-Frith."]
Mowbray, The Next Earl Of Northumberland, Re-Endowed The Building. He
Had Quarrelled With The Bishop Of Durham, So In Order To Do Him A
Displeasure, He Made Tynemouth Priory Subordinate To St. Albans Instead
Of To Durham And Brought Monks From St. Albans To Dwell There. The New
Buildings Were Finished In 1110, And The Bones Of St. Oswyn Enshrined
Within Them, The Right Of Sanctuary Being Extended For A Mile Around His
Resting-Place. This Right, However, Was Already In Existence, And Had
Been Appealed To In 1095 By Mowbray Himself, Who Fled Here Pursued By
The Followers Of William Rufus, Against Whom He Had Rebelled. The King's
Men Disregarded The Sanctuary Right, Captured Mowbray, And Sent Him
Prisoner To Durham[2]. [Footnote 2: See Account Of Bamburgh Castle.]
In Later Days The Queens Of Edward I. And Edward Ii. Visited Tynemouth
Priory; And It Was From Tynemouth That The Foolish King Edward Ii. And
His Worthless Favourite Piers Gaveston Fled From The Angry Barons To
Scarborough. In The Reign Of Edward Iii., After The Battle Of Neville's
Cross, David Of Scotland Was Brought Here By His Captors On His Way To
Bamburgh, From Whence He Was Sent To The Tower.
At The Dissolution Of The Monasteries By Henry Viii. The Priory Was
Inhabited By Eighteen Monks With Their Prior. They Bowed To The King's
Decree And Left The Monastery; But The Church Continued To Be Used As
The Parish Church Until The Days Of Charles Ii., When Christ Church Was
Built.
The Priory Has Many Times Formed The Subject Of Pictures By Famous
Artists, The Best Known Being That Of No Less A Genius Than J. M. W.
Turner; And Its Picturesque Ruins Are A Well-Known Landmark To The
Hundreds Of Voyagers Who Pass It On Their Journeys, Outward Or Homeward
Bound. Within The Last Few Years The Priory Has Been In Some Measure
Repaired And Restored.
There Is But Little Left Of Tynemouth Castle, Which Was Built As A
Protection For The Monastery Against The Attacks Of The Danes. It Stands
In A Commanding Position On A Neighbouring Cliff, And Is Now Used As
Barracks For Garrison Artillery Corps. During The Days When Scotland
Harried The English Borders, The Priors Of Tynemouth Maintained A
Garrison Here; And Later, In Stuart Days, Charles I. Visited The North,
And The Fortress Was Strengthened Just Before The Outbreak Of The Civil
War. It Was Captured, Notwithstanding, By Leslie, Earl Of Leven, After
He Had Left Newcastle. Colonel Lilburn, Left In Charge As Governor,
Shortly Afterwards Avowed Himself On The Side Of King Charles; But He
Speedily Paid For His Change Of Allegiance, For The Castle Was Re-Taken
By A Force From Newcastle Under Sir Arthur Hazelrigg, And Lilburn Lost
His Life In The Fight. The Castle Has Long Been Used As A Depôt For The
Storage Of Arms And Ammunition. Behind The Spanish Battery Which
Commands The Entrance To The Tyne Stands A Statue Of The Famous
North-Countryman, Admiral Collingwood.
Connected With Tynemouth, By The Fact That A Small Chantry Belonging To
The Priory Once Stood There, Is St. Mary's Island. One May Walk
Unhindered At Low Tide Across The Rocks To This Favourite Place, But
Where The Chantry Stood There Is Now A Lighthouse With A Powerful
Lantern, Flashing Its Welcome Light To The Seafarers Nearing The Mouth
Of The Tyne, And Extending
"To Each And All Our Equal Lamp, At Peril Of The Sea,
The White Wall-Sided War-Ships, Or The Whalers Of Dundee."
Between Tynemouth And St. Mary's Island Lie Cullercoats, Whitley Bay,
And Monkseaton, And Together These Places Make Practically One Extended
Seaside Town, Stretching For Three Or Four Miles Along The Sea-Front,
And Joined By A Fine Parade Which Leads To Open Links At Monkseaton. Of
These Places Cullercoats Is Most Noteworthy. This Picturesque Fishing
Village, With Quaint Old Houses Perched In Every Conceivable Position On
The Curve Of Its Rocky Bay, Is, Needless To Say, A Favourite Camping
Ground For Artists. The Cullercoats Fishwife, With Her Cheerful
Weather-Bronzed Face, Her Short Jacket And Ample Skirts Of Blue Flannel,
And Her Heavily Laden "Creel" Of Fish Is Not Only Appreciated By The
Brotherhood Of Brush And Pencil, But Is One Of The Notable Sights Of The
District. At Cullercoats Is Struck A Note Of The Most Modern Of Modern
Achievements--The Wireless Telegraphy Station (225 Feet); And Here, Too,
Is Situated The Dove Marine Laboratory, Looked After By Scientists On
The Staff Of The Armstrong College At Newcastle.
In Fine Weather The Crowds Which Pass And Repass Along The Top Of The
Bold Cliffs Which Overlook The Fine Stretch Of Sands Between Cullercoats
And Monkseaton Show How Many Hundreds Of Northumbria's Busy Workers
Enjoy The Fresh Breezes From The Sea On This Pleasant And Bracing Coast.
Out At Sea, Opposite The Parade, Vessels Built In The Busy Shipyards On
The Tyne May Be Seen Doing Their Speed Trials Over The Measured Mile.
The Peace Of St. Oswyn May, In Fact, Be Said To Brood Over Tynemouth,
Even In These Days, For It Is An Increasing Custom For Those Who Can Do
So To Remain In Newcastle And Other Busy Centres Of Toil Only During
Business Hours, And To Leave Workshop And Office Every Evening For Their
Home By The Sea: While The Tide Of Noisy, Happy, Boisterous
Excursionists Has Rolled On To Whitley Bay, Leaving Tynemouth To Its
Old-Time Sleepy Content. Northward To Hartley And Seaton Sluice The
Cliffs Are Very Fine. Hartley, With Its Bright-Looking Red-Tiled Houses,
Once Belonged To Adam Of Gesemuth (Jesmond) Who Lived In The Reign Of
King John. Coming Down To Modern Times, About Thirty Years Ago A Gallant
Hartley Man, Thomas Langley, Rescued Two Successive Shipwrecked Crews On
The Same Day, In One Case Allowing Himself To Be Lowered Over The Cliffs
At A Terrible Risk In The Furious Storm.
Seaton Sluice Belongs To The Ancient Family Of The Delavals, Whose
House, Delaval Hall, May Be Seen Not Far Away, Peeping From Amongst The
Trees Which Surround It. Seaton Sluice Owes Its Name To The Delaval Who
Placed The Large Sluice Gates Upon The Burn, In Order To Have A Strong
Current Which, In Rushing Down To The Sea, Would Be Able To Wash The
Mouth Of The Stream Clear From The Silt And Mud Brought In By The
Incoming Tide. A Later Baronet, Sir John Hussey Delaval, Made The
Cutting Through The Solid Rock Which Is So Striking A Feature Of The
Harbour. It Was Ready For The Entrance Of Vessels In March, 1763.
Delaval Hall Is Now Owned By Lord Hastings, The Present
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