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was building the tower and fell and was killed. Both tower and effigy are of the
same period--Early English--and it is quite possible that the figure may be that of
the founder of the tower, but its head-dress seems to show that it represents a lady.
Whipping-posts and stocks are too light a punishment for such vandalism.
The story of our vanished and vanishing churches, and of their vanished and
vanishing contents, is indeed a sorry one. Many efforts are made in these days to
educate the public taste, to instil into the minds of their custodians a due
appreciation of their beauties and of the principles of English art and architecture,
and to save and protect the treasures that remain. That these may be crowned with
success is the earnest hope and endeavour of every right-minded Englishman.
Reversed Rose carved on "Miserere" in Norwich Cathedral
CHAPTER VII
OLD MANSIONS
One of the most deplorable features of vanishing England is the gradual
disappearance of its grand old manor-houses and mansions. A vast number still
remain, we are thankful to say. We have still left to us Haddon and Wilton,
Broughton, Penshurst, Hardwick, Welbeck, Bramshill, Longleat, and a host of
others; but every year sees a diminution in their number. The great enemy they
have to contend with is fire, and modern conveniences and luxuries, electric
lighting and the heating apparatus, have added considerably to their danger. The old
floors and beams are unaccustomed to these insidious wires that have a habit of
fusing, hence we often read in the newspapers: "DISASTROUS FIRE--HISTORIC
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MANSION ENTIRELY DESTROYED." Too often not only is the house
destroyed, but most of its valuable contents is devoured by the flames. Priceless
pictures by Lely and Vandyke, miniatures of Cosway, old furniture of Chippendale
and Sheraton, and the countless treasures which generations of cultured folk with
ample wealth have accumulated, deeds, documents and old papers that throw
valuable light on the manners and customs of our forefathers and on the history of
the country, all disappear and can never be replaced. A great writer has likened an
old house to a human heart with a life of its own, full of sad and sweet
reminiscences. It is deplorably sad when the old mansion disappears in a night, and
to find in the morning nothing but blackened walls--a grim ruin.
Our forefathers were a hardy race, and did not require hot-water pipes and furnaces
to keep them warm. Moreover, they built their houses so surely and so well that
they scarcely needed these modern appliances. They constructed them with a great
square courtyard, so that the rooms on the inside of the quadrangle were protected
from the winds. They sang truly in those days, as in these:--
Sing heigh ho for the wind and the rain,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Oak Panelling. Wainscot of Fifteenth Century, with addition circa late Seventeenth
Century, fitted on to it in angle of room in the Church House, Goudhurst, Kent
So they sheltered themselves from the wind and rain by having a courtyard or by
making an E or H shaped plan for their dwelling-place. Moreover, they made their
walls very thick in order that the winds should not blow or the rain beat through
them. Their rooms, too, were panelled or hung with tapestry--famous things for
making a room warm and cosy. We have plaster walls covered with an elegant wall
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-paper which has always a cold surface, hence the air in the room, heated by the
fire, is chilled when it comes into contact with the cold wall and creates draughts.
But oak panelling or woollen tapestry soon becomes warm, and gives back its heat
to the room, making it delightfully comfortable and cosy.
One foolish thing our forefathers did, and that was to allow the great beams that
help to support the upper floor to go through the chimney. How many houses have
been burnt down owing to that fatal beam! But our ancestors were content with a
dog-grate and wood fires; they could not foresee the advent of the modern range
and the great coal fires, or perhaps they would have been more careful about that
beam.
Section of Mouldings of Cornice on Panelling, the Church House, Goudhurst
Fire is, perhaps, the chief cause of the vanishing of old houses, but it is not the only
cause. The craze for new fashions at the beginning of the last century doomed to
death many a noble mansion. There seems to have been a positive mania for pulling
down houses at that period. As I go over in my mind the existing great houses in
this country, I find that by far the greater number of the old houses were wantonly
destroyed about the years 1800-20, and new ones in the Italian or some other
incongruous style erected in their place. Sometimes, as at Little Wittenham, you
find the lone lorn terraces of the gardens of the house, but all else has disappeared.
As Mr. Allan Fea says: "When an old landmark disappears, who does not feel a
pang of regret at parting with something which linked us with the past? Seldom an
old house is threatened with demolition but there is some protest, more perhaps
from the old associations than from any particular architectural merit the building
may have." We have many pangs of regret when we see such wanton destruction.
The old house at Weston, where the Throckmortons resided when the poet Cowper
lived at the lodge, and when leaving wrote on a window-shutter--
Farewell, dear scenes, for ever closed to me;
Oh! for what sorrows must I now exchange ye!
may be instanced as an example of a demolished mansion. Nothing is now left of it
but the entrance-gates and a part of the stables. It was pulled down in 1827. It is
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described as a fine mansion, possessing secret chambers which were occupied by
Roman Catholic priests when it was penal to say Mass. One of these chambers was
found to contain, when the house was pulled down, a rough bed, candlestick,
remains of food, and a breviary. A Roman Catholic school and presbytery now
occupy its site. It is a melancholy sight to see the "Wilderness" behind the house,
still adorned with busts and urns, and the graves of favourite dogs, which still bear
the epitaphs written by Cowper on Sir John Throckmorton's pointer and Lady
Throckmorton's pet spaniel. "Capability Brown" laid his rude, rough hand upon the
grounds, but you can still see the "prosed alcove" mentioned by Cowper, a wooden
summer-house, much injured
By rural carvers, who with knives deface
The panels, leaving an obscure rude name.
Sometimes, alas! the old house has to vanish entirely through old age. It cannot
maintain its struggle any longer. The rain pours through the roof and down the
insides of the walls. And the family is as decayed as their mansion, and has no
money wherewith to defray the cost of reparation.
The Wardrobe House. The Close. Salisbury. Evening.
Our artist, Mr. Fred Roe, in his search for the picturesque, had one sad and
deplorable experience, which he shall describe in his own words:--
"One of the most weird and, I may add, chilling experiences in
connection with the decline of county families which it was my lot to
experience, occurred a year or two ago in a remote corner of the
eastern counties. I had received, through a friend, an invitation to visit
an old mansion before the inmates (descendants of the owners in
Elizabethan times) left and the contents were dispersed. On a
comfortless January morning, while rain and sleet descended in
torrents to the accompaniment of a biting wind, I detrained at a small
out-of-the-way station in ----folk. A weather-beaten old man in a
patched great-coat, with the oldest and shaggiest of ponies and the
smallest of governess-traps, awaited my arrival. I, having wedged
myself with the Jehu into this miniature vehicle, was driven through
some miles of muddy ruts, until turning through a belt of wooded land
the broken outlines of an extensive dilapidated building broke into
view. This was ---- Hall.
"I never in my life saw anything so weirdly picturesque and suggestive
of the phrase 'In Chancery' as this semi-ruinous mansion. Of many
dates and styles of architecture, from Henry VIII to George III, the
whole seemed to breathe an atmosphere of neglect and decay. The
waves of affluence and successive rise of various members of the
family could be distinctly traced in the enlargements and excrescences
which contributed to the casual plan and irregular contour of the
building. At one part an addition seemed to denote that the owner had
acquired wealth about the time of the first James, and promptly
directed it to the enlargement of his residence. In another a huge hall
with classic brick frontage, dating from the commencement of the
eighteenth century, spoke of an increase of affluence--probably due to
agricultural prosperity--followed by the dignity of a peerage. The
latest alterations appear to have been made during the Strawberry Hill
epoch, when most of the mullioned windows had been transformed to
suit the prevailing taste. Some of the building--a little of it--seemed
habitable, but in the greater part the gables were tottering, the stucco
frontage peeling and falling, and the windows broken and shuttered. In
front of this wreck of a building stretched the overgrown remains of
what once had been a terrace, bounded by large stone globes, now
moss-grown and half hidden under long grass. It was the very picture
of desolation and proud poverty.
"We drove up to what had once been the entrance to the servants' hall,
for the principal doorway had long been disused, and descending from
the trap I was conducted to a small panelled apartment, where some
freshly cut logs did their best to give out a certain amount of heat. Of
the hospitality meted out to me that day I can only hint with mournful
appreciation. I was made welcome with all the resources which the
family had available. But the place was a veritable vault, and cold and
damp as such. I think that this state of things had been endured so long
and with such haughty silence by the inmates that it had passed into a
sort of normal condition with them, and remained unnoticed except by
new-comers. A few old domestics stuck by the family in its fallen
fortunes, and of these one who had entered into their service some
quarter of a century previous waited upon us at lunch with dignified
ceremony. After lunch a tour of the house commenced. Into this I shall
not enter into in detail; many of the rooms were so bare that little could
be said of them, but the Great Hall, an apartment modelled somewhat
on the lines of the more palatial Rainham, needs the pen of the author
of Lammermoor to describe. It was a very large and lofty room in the
pseudo-classic style, with a fine cornice, and hung round with family
portraits so bleached with damp and neglect that they presented but
dim and ghostly presentments of their originals. I do not think a fire
could have been lit in this ghostly gallery for many years, and some of
the portraits literally sagged in their frames with accumulations of
rubbish which had dropped behind the canvases. Many of the pictures
were of no value except for their associations, but I saw at least one
Lely, a family group, the principal figure in which was a young lady
displaying too little modesty and too much bosom. Another may have
been a Vandyk, while one or two were early works representing
gallants of Elizabeth's time in ruffs and feathered caps. The rest were
for the most part but wooden ancestors displaying curled wigs, legs
which lacked drawing, and high-heeled shoes. A few old cabinets
remained, and a glorious suite of chairs of Queen Anne's time--these,
however, were perishing, like the rest--from want of proper care and
firing.
"The kitchens, a vast range of stone-flagged apartments, spoke of
mighty hospitality in bygone times, containing fire-places fit to roast
oxen at whole, huge spits and countless hooks, the last exhibiting but
one dependent--the skin of the rabbit shot for lunch. The atmosphere
was, if possible, a trifle more penetrating than that of the Great Hall,
and the walls were discoloured with damp.
"Upstairs, besides the bedrooms, was a little chapel with some remains
of Gothic carving, and a few interesting pictures of the fifteenth
century; a cunningly contrived priest-hole, and a long gallery lined
with dusty books, whither my lord used to repair on rainy days. Many
of the windows were darkened by creepers, and over one was a flap of
half-detached plaster work which hung like a shroud. But, oh, the
stained glass! The eighteenth-century renovators had at least respected
these, and quarterings and coats of arms from the fifteenth century
downwards were to be seen by scores. What an opportunity for the
genealogist with a history in view, but that opportunity I fear has
passed for ever. The ---- Hall estate was evidently mortgaged up to
the hilt, and nothing intervened to prevent the dispersal of these
treasures, which occurred some few months after my visit. Large
though the building was, I learned that its size was once far greater,
some two-thirds of the old building having been pulled down when the
hall was constituted in its present form. Hard by on an adjoining estate
a millionaire manufacturer (who owned several motor-cars) had set up
an establishment, but I gathered that his tastes were the reverse of
antiquarian, and that no effort would be made to restore the old hall to
its former glories and preserve such treasures as yet remained intact--a
golden opportunity to many people of taste with leanings towards a
country life. But time fled, and the ragged retainer was once more at
the door, so I left ---- Hall in a blinding storm of rain, and took my
last look at its gaunt façade, carrying with me the seeds of a cold which
prevented me from visiting the Eastern Counties for some time to
come."
Some historic houses of rare beauty have only just escaped destruction. Such an
one is the ancestral house of the Comptons, Compton Wynyates, a vision of colour
and architectural beauty--
A Tudor-chimneyed bulk
Of mellow brickwork on an isle of bowers.
Owing to his extravagance and the enormous expenses of a contested election in
1768, Spencer, the eighth Earl of Northampton, was reduced to cutting down the
timber on the estate, selling his furniture at Castle Ashby and Compton, and
spending the rest of his life in Switzerland. He actually ordered Compton Wynyates
to be pulled down, as he could not afford to repair it; happily the faithful steward of
the estate, John Berrill, did not obey the order. He did his best to keep out the
weather and to preserve the house, asserting that he was sure the family would
return there some day. Most of the windows were bricked up in order to save the
window-tax, and the glorious old building within whose walls kings and queens
had been entertained remained bare and desolate for many years, excepting a small
portion used as a farm-house. All honour to the old man's memory, the faithful
servant, who thus saved his master's noble house from destruction, the pride of the
Midlands. Its latest historian, Miss Alice Dryden,34 thus describes its appearance:--
"On approaching the building by the high road, the entrance front now
bursts into view across a wide stretch of lawn, where formerly it was
shielded by buildings forming an outer court. It is indeed a most
glorious pile of exquisite colouring, built of small red bricks widely
separated by mortar, with occasional chequers of blue bricks; the
mouldings and facings of yellow local stone, the woodwork of the two
gables carved and black with age, the stone slates covered with lichens
and mellowed by the hand of time; the whole building has an
indescribable charm. The architecture, too, is all irregular; towers here
and there, gables of different heights, any straight line embattled, few
windows placed exactly over others, and the whole fitly surmounted by
the elaborate brick chimneys of different designs, some fluted, others
zigzagged, others spiral, or combined spiral and fluted."
An illustration is given of one of these chimneys which form such an attractive
feature of the house.
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Chimney at Compton Wynates.
It is unnecessary to record the history of Compton Wynyates. The present owner,
the Marquis of Northampton, has written an admirable monograph on the annals of
the house of his ancestors. Its builder was Sir William Compton,35 who by his
valour in arms and his courtly ways gained the favour of Henry VIII, and was
promoted to high honour at the Court. Dugdale states that in 1520 he obtained
licence to impark two thousand acres at Overcompton and Nethercompton, alias
Compton Vyneyats, where he built a "fair mannour house," and where he was
visited by the King, "for over the gateway are the arms of France and England,
under a crown, supported by the greyhound and griffin, and sided by the rose and
the crown, probably in memory of Henry VIII's visit here."36 The Comptons ever
basked in the smiles of royalty. Henry Compton, created baron, was the favourite of
Queen Elizabeth, and his son William succeeded in marrying the daughter of Sir
John Spencer, richest of City merchants. All the world knows of his ingenious craft
in carrying off the lady in a baker's basket, of his wife's disinheritance by the irate
father, and of the subsequent reconciliation through the intervention of Queen
Elizabeth at the baptism of the son of this marriage. The Comptons fought bravely
for the King in the Civil War. Their house was captured by the enemy, and
besieged by James Compton, Earl of Northampton, and the story of the fighting
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about the house abounds in interest, but cannot be related here. The building was
much battered by the siege and by Cromwell's soldiers, who plundered the house,
killed the deer in the park, defaced the monuments in the church, and wrought
much mischief. Since the eighteenth-century disaster to the family it has been
restored, and remains to this day one of the most charming homes in England.
Window-catch, Brockhall, Northants
"The greatest advantages men have by riches are to give, to build, to plant, and
make pleasant scenes." So wrote Sir William Temple, diplomatist, philosopher, and
true garden-lover. And many of the gentlemen of England seem to have been of the
same mind, if we may judge from the number of delightful old country-houses set
amid pleasant scenes that time and war and fire have spared to us. Macaulay draws
a very unflattering picture of the old country squire, as of the parson. His untruths
concerning the latter I have endeavoured to expose in another place.37 The manor-
houses themselves declare the historian's strictures to be unfounded. Is it possible
that men so ignorant and crude could have built for themselves residences bearing
evidence of such good taste, so full of grace and charm, and surrounded by such
rare blendings of art and nature as are displayed so often in park and garden? And it
is not, as a rule, in the greatest mansions, the vast piles erected by the great nobles
of the Court, that we find such artistic qualities, but most often in the smaller manor
-houses of knights and squires. Certainly many higher-cultured people of
Macaulay's time and our own could learn a great deal from them of the art of
making beautiful homes.
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Gothic Chimney, Norton St. Philip, Somerset
Holinshed, the Chronicler, writing during the third quarter of the sixteenth century,
makes some illuminating observations on the increasing preference shown in his
time for stone and brick buildings in place of timber and plaster. He wrote:--
"The ancient maners and houses of our gentlemen are yet for the most
part of strong timber. How beit such as be lately buylded are
commonly either of bricke or harde stone, their rowmes large and
stately, and houses of office farder distant fro their lodgings. Those of
the nobilitie are likewise wrought with bricke and harde stone, as
provision may best be made; but so magnificent and stately, as the
basest house of a barren doth often match with some honours of
princes in olde tyme: so that if ever curious buylding did flourishe in
Englande it is in these our dayes, wherein our worckemen excel and
are in maner comparable in skill with old Vitruvius and Serle."
He also adds the curious information that "there are olde men yet dwelling in the
village where I remayn, which have noted three things to be marveylously altered
in Englande within their sound remembrance. One is, the multitude of chimnies
lately erected, whereas, in their young dayes there were not above two or three, if
so many, in most uplandish townes of the realme (the religious houses and mannour
places of their lordes alwayes excepted, and peradventure some great personages
[parsonages]), but each one made his fire against a reredosse in the halle, where he
dined and dressed his meate," This want of chimneys is noticeable in many pictures
of, and previous to, the time of Henry VIII. A timber farm-house yet remains (or
did until recently) near Folkestone, which shows no vestige of either chimney or
hearth.
Most of our great houses and manor-houses sprang up in the great Elizabethan
building epoch, when the untold wealth of the monasteries which fell into the hands
of the courtiers and favourites of the King, the plunder of gold-laden Spanish
galleons, and the unprecedented prosperity in trade gave such an impulse to the
erection of fine houses that the England of that period has been described as "one
great stonemason's yard." The great noblemen and gentlemen of the Court were
filled with the desire for extravagant display, and built such clumsy piles as
Wollaton and Burghley House, importing French and German artisans to load them
with bastard Italian Renaissance detail. Some of these vast structures are not very
admirable with their distorted gables, their chaotic proportions, and their crazy
imitations of classic orders. But the typical Elizabethan mansion, whose builder's
means or good taste would not permit of such a profusion of these architectural
luxuries, is unequalled in its combination of stateliness with homeliness, in its
expression of the manner of life of the class for which it was built. And in the
humbler manors and farm-houses the latter idea is even more perfectly expressed,
for houses were affected by the new fashions in architecture generally in proportion
to their size.
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The Moat, Crowhurst Place, Surrey
Holinshed tells of the increased use of stone or brick in his age in the district
wherein he lived. In other parts of England, where the forests supplied good timber,
the builders stuck to their half-timbered houses and brought the "black and white"
style to perfection. Plaster was extensively used in this and subsequent ages, and
often the whole surface of the house was covered with rough-cast, such as the
quaint old house called Broughton Hall, near Market Drayton. Avebury Manor,
Wiltshire, is an attractive example of the plastered house. The irregular roof-line,
the gables, and the white-barred windows, and the contrast of the white walls with
the rich green of the vines and surrounding trees combine to make a picture of rare
beauty. Part of the house is built of stone and part half-timber, but a coat of thin
plaster covers the stonework and makes it conform with the rest. To plaster over
stone-work is a somewhat daring act, and is not architecturally correct, but the
appearance of the house is altogether pleasing.
The Elizabethan and Jacobean builder increased the height of his house, sometimes
causing it to have three storeys, besides rooms in attics beneath the gabled roof. He
also loved windows. "Light, more light," was his continued cry. Hence there is
often an excess of windows, and Lord Bacon complained that there was no
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comfortable place to be found in these houses, "in summer by reason of the heat, or
in winter by reason of the cold." It was a sore burden to many a house-owner when
Charles II imposed the iniquitous window-tax, and so heavily did this fall upon the
owners of some Elizabethan houses that the poorer ones were driven to the
necessity of walling up some of the windows which their ancestors had provided
with such prodigality. You will often see to this day bricked-up windows in many
an old farm-house. Not every one was so cunning as the parish clerk of Bradford-
on-Avon, Orpin, who took out the window-frames from his interesting little house
near the church and inserted numerous small single-paned windows which escaped
the tax.
Surrey and Kent afford an unlimited field for the study of the better sort of houses,
mansions, and manor-houses. We have already alluded to Hever Castle and its
memories of Anne Boleyn. Then there is the historic Penshurst, the home of the
Sidneys, haunted by the shades of Sir Philip, "Sacharissa," the ill-fated Algernon,
and his handsome brother. You see their portraits on the walls, the fine gallery, and
the hall, which reveals the exact condition of an ancient noble's hall in former days.
Arms of the Gaynesfords in window, Crowhurst Place, Surrey
Not far away are the manors of Crittenden, Puttenden, and Crowhurst. This last is
one of the most picturesque in Surrey, with its moat, across which there is a fine
view of the house, its half-timber work, the straight uprights placed close together
signifying early work, and the striking character of the interior. The Gaynesford
family became lords of the manor of Crowhurst in 1337, and continued to hold it
until 1700, a very long record. In 1903 the Place was purchased by the Rev. ----
Gaynesford, of Hitchin, a descendant of the family of the former owners. This is a
rare instance of the repossession of a medieval residence by an ancient family after
the lapse of two hundred years. It was built in the fifteenth century, and is a
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complete specimen of its age and style, having been unspoilt by later alterations
and additions. The part nearer the moat is, however, a little later than the gables
further back. The dining-room is the contracted remains of the great hall of
Crowhurst Place, the upper part of which was converted into a series of bedrooms
in the eighteenth century. We give an illustration of a very fine hinge to a cupboard
door in one of the bedrooms, a good example of the blacksmith's skill. It is
noticeable that the points of the linen-fold in the panelling of the door are undercut
and project sharply. We see the open framed floor with moulded beams. Later on
the fashion changed, and the builders preferred to have square-shaped beams. We
notice the fine old panelling, the elaborate mouldings, and the fixed bench running
along one end of the chamber, of which we give an illustration. The design and
workmanship of this fixture show it to belong to the period of Henry VIII. All the
work is of stout timber, save the fire-place. The smith's art is shown in the fine
candelabrum and in the knocker or ring-plate, perforated with Gothic design, still
backed with its original morocco leather. It is worthy of a sanctuary, and doubtless
many generations of Crowhurst squires have found a very dear sanctuary in this
grand old English home. This ring-plate is in one of the original bedrooms.
Immense labour was often bestowed upon the mouldings of beams in these
fifteenth-century houses. There was a very fine moulded beam in a farm-house in
my own parish, but a recent restoration has, alas! covered it. We give some
illustrations of the cornice mouldings of the Church House, Goudhurst, Kent, and
of a fine Gothic door-head.
Cupboard Hinge, Crowhurst Place, Surrey
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It is impossible for us to traverse many shires in our search for old houses. But a
word must be said for the priceless contents of many of our historic mansions and
manors. These often vanish and are lost for ever. I have alluded to the thirst of
American millionaires for these valuables, which causes so many of our treasures
to cross the Atlantic and find their home in the palaces of Boston and Washington
and elsewhere. Perhaps if our valuables must leave their old resting-places and go
out of the country, we should prefer them to go to America than to any other land.
Our American cousins are our kindred; they know how to appreciate the treasures
of the land that, in spite of many changes, is to them their mother-country. No
nation in the world prizes a high lineage and a family tree more than the
Americans, and it is my privilege to receive many inquiries from across the Atlantic
for missing links in the family pedigree, and the joy that a successful search yields
compensates for all one's trouble. So if our treasures must go we should rather send
them to America than to Germany. It is, however, distressing to see pictures taken
from the place where they have hung for centuries and sent to Christie's, to see the
dispersal of old libraries at Sotherby's, and the contents of a house, amassed by
generations of cultured and wealthy folk, scattered to the four winds and bought up
by the nouveaux riches.
Fixed Bench in the Hall, Crowhurst Place, Surrey
There still remain in many old houses collections of armour that bears the dints of
many fights. Swords, helmets, shields, lances, and other weapons of warfare often
are seen hanging on the walls of an ancestral hall. The buff coats of Cromwell's
soldiers, tilting-helmets, guns and pistols of many periods are all there, together
with man-traps--the cruel invention of a barbarous age.
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Gothic Door-head, Goudhurst, Kent
The historic hall of Littlecote bears on its walls many suits worn during the Civil
War by the Parliamentary troopers, and in countless other halls you can see
specimens of armour. In churches also much armour has been stored. It was the
custom to suspend over the tomb the principal arms of the departed warrior, which
had previously been carried in the funeral procession. Shakespeare alludes to this
custom when, in Hamlet, he makes Laertes say:--
His means of death, his obscure burial--
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation.
You can see the armour of the Black Prince over his tomb at Canterbury, and at
Westminster the shield of Henry V that probably did its duty at Agincourt. Several
of our churches still retain the arms of the heroes who lie buried beneath them, but
occasionally it is not the actual armour but sham, counterfeit helmets and
breastplates made for the funeral procession and hung over the monument. Much of
this armour has been removed from churches and stored in museums. Norwich
Museum has some good specimens, of which we give some illustrations. There is a
knight's basinet which belongs to the time of Henry V (circa 1415). We can
compare this with the salads, which came into use shortly after this period, an
example of which may be seen at the Porte d'Hal, Brussels. We also show a
thirteenth-century sword, which was dredged up at Thorpe, and believed to have
been lost in 1277, when King Edward I made a military progress through Suffolk
and Norfolk, and kept his Easter at Norwich. The blade is scimitar-shaped, is one-
edged, and has a groove at the back. We may compare this with the sword of the
time of Edward IV now in the possession of Mr. Seymour Lucas. The development
of riding-boots is an interesting study. We show a drawing of one in the possession
of Mr. Ernest Crofts, R.A., which was in use in the time of William III.
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Knightly Basinet (temp. Henry V) in Norwich Castle
Hilt of Thirteenth-century Sword in Norwich Museum
An illustration is given of a chapel-de-fer which reposes in the noble hall of
Ockwells, Berkshire, much dented by use. It has evidently seen service. In the same
hall is collected by the friends of the author, Sir Edward and Lady Barry, a vast
store of armour and most interesting examples of ancient furniture worthy of the
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beautiful building in which they are placed. Ockwells Manor House is goodly to
look upon, a perfect example of fifteenth-century residence with its noble hall and
minstrels' gallery, its solar, kitchens, corridors, and gardens. Moreover, it is now
owned by those who love and respect antiquity and its architectural beauties, and is
in every respect an old English mansion well preserved and tenderly cared for. Yet
at one time it was almost doomed to destruction. Not many years ago it was the
property of a man who knew nothing of its importance. He threatened to pull it
down or to turn the old house into a tannery. Our Berks Archæological Society
endeavoured to raise money for its purchase in order to preserve it. This action
helped the owner to realise that the house was of some commercial value. Its
destruction was stayed, and then, happily, it was purchased by the present owners,
who have done so much to restore its original beauties.
"Hand-and-a-half" Sword. Mr. Seymour Lucas, R.A.
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Seventeenth-century Boot, in the possession of Ernest Crofts, Esq., R.A.
Ockwells was built by Sir John Norreys about the year 1466. The chapel was not
completed at his death in 1467, and he left money in his will "to the full bilding and
making uppe of the Chapell with the Chambres ajoyng with'n my manoir of Okholt
in the p'rish of Bray aforsaid not yet finisshed XL li." This chapel was burnt down
in 1778. One of the most important features of the hall is the heraldic glass,
commemorating eighteen worthies, which is of the same date as the house. The
credit of identifying these worthies is due to Mr. Everard Green, Rouge Dragon,
who in 1899 communicated the result of his researches to Viscount Dillon,
President of the Society of Antiquaries. There are eighteen shields of arms. Two are
royal and ensigned with royal crowns. Two are ensigned with mitres and fourteen
with mantled helms, and of these fourteen, thirteen support a crest. Each
achievement is placed in a separate light on an ornamental background composed
of quarries and alternate diagonal stripes of white glass bordered with gold, on
which the motto
is inscribed in black-letter. This motto is assigned by some to the family of Norreys
and by others as that of the Royal Wardrobe. The quarries in each light have the
same badge, namely, three golden distaffs, one in pale and two in saltire, banded
with a golden and tasselled ribbon, which badge some again assign to the family of
Norreys and others to the Royal Wardrobe. If, however, the Norreys arms are
correctly set forth in a compartment of a door-head remaining in the north wall, and
also in one of the windows--namely, argent a chevron between three ravens' heads
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erased sable, with a beaver for a dexter supporter--the second conjecture is
doubtless correct.
Chapel de Fer at Ockwells, Berks
These shields represent the arms of Sir John Norreys, the builder of Ockwells
Manor House, and of his sovereign, patrons, and kinsfolk. It is a liber amicorum in
glass, a not unpleasant way for light to come to us, as Mr. Everard Green pleasantly
remarks. By means of heraldry Sir John Norreys recorded his friendships, thereby
adding to the pleasures of memory as well as to the splendour of his great hall. His
eye saw the shield, his memory supplied the story, and to him the lines of George
Eliot,
O memories,
O Past that IS,
were made possible by heraldry.
The names of his friends and patrons so recorded in glass by their arms are: Sir
Henry Beauchamp, sixth Earl of Warwick; Sir Edmund Beaufort, K.G.; Margaret
of Anjou, Queen of Henry VI, "the dauntless queen of tears, who headed councils,
led armies, and ruled both king and people"; Sir John de la Pole, K.G.; Henry VI;
Sir James Butler; the Abbey of Abingdon; Richard Beauchamp, Bishop of
Salisbury from 1450 to 1481; Sir John Norreys himself; Sir John Wenlock, of
Wenlock, Shropshire; Sir William Lacon, of Stow, Kent, buried at Bray; the arms
and crest of a member of the Mortimer family; Sir Richard Nanfan, of Birtsmorton
Court, Worcestershire; Sir John Norreys with his arms quartered with those of
Alice Merbury, of Yattendon, his first wife; Sir John Langford, who married Sir
John Norreys's granddaughter; a member of the De la Beche family (?); John
Purye, of Thatcham, Bray, and Cookham; Richard Bulstrode, of Upton,
Buckinghamshire, Keeper of the Great Wardrobe to Queen Margaret of Anjou, and
afterwards Comptroller of the Household to Edward IV. These are the worthies
whose arms are recorded in the windows of Ockwells. Nash gave a drawing of the
house in his Mansions of England in the Olden Time, showing the interior of the
hall, the porch and corridor, and the east front; and from the hospitable door is
issuing a crowd of gaily dressed people in Elizabethan costume, such as was
doubtless often witnessed in days of yore. It is a happy and fortunate event that this
noble house should in its old age have found such a loving master and mistress, in
whose family we hope it may remain for many long years.
Another grand old house has just been saved by the National Trust and the bounty
of an anonymous benefactor. This is Barrington Court, and is one of the finest
houses in Somerset. It is situated a few miles east of Ilminster, in the hundred of
South Petherton. Its exact age is uncertain, but it seems probable that it was built by
Henry, Lord Daubeney, created Earl of Bridgewater in 1539, whose ancestors had
owned the place since early Plantagenet times. At any rate, it appears to date from
about the middle of the sixteenth century, and it is a very perfect example of the
domestic architecture of that period. From the Daubeneys it passed successively to
the Duke of Suffolk, the Crown, the Cliftons, the Phelips's, the Strodes; and one of
this last family entertained the Duke of Monmouth there during his tour in the west
in 1680. The house, which is E-shaped, with central porch and wings at each end, is
built of the beautiful Ham Hill stone which abounds in the district; the colour of
this stone greatly enhances the appearance of the house and adds to its venerable
aspect. It has little ornamental detail, but what there is is very good, while the
loftiness and general proportions of the building--its extent and solidity of
masonry, and the taste and care with which every part has been designed and
carried out, give it an air of dignity and importance.
"The angle buttresses to the wings and the porch rising to twisted
terminals are a feature surviving from mediæval times, which
disappeared entirely in the buildings of Stuart times. These twisted
terminals with cupola-like tops are also upon the gables, and with the
chimneys, also twisted, give a most pleasing and attractive character to
the structure. We may go far, indeed, before we find another house of
stone so lightly and gracefully adorned, and the detail of the mullioned
windows with their arched heads, in every light, and their water-tables
above, is admirable. The porch also has a fine Tudor arch, which might
form the entrance to some college quadrangle, and there are rooms
above and gables on either hand. The whole structure breathes the
spirit of the Tudor age, before the classic spirit had exercised any
marked influence upon our national architecture, while the details of
the carving are almost as rich as is the moulded and sculptured work in
the brick houses of East Anglia. The features in other parts of the
exterior are all equally good, and we may certainly say of Barrington
Court that it occupies a most notable place in the domestic architecture
of England. It is also worthy of remark that such houses as this are far
rarer than those of Jacobean times."38
But Barrington Court has fallen on evil days; one half of the house only is now
habitable, the rest having been completely gutted about eighty years ago. The great
hall is used as a cider store, the wainscoting has been ruthlessly removed, and there
have even been recent suggestions of moving the whole structure across England
and re-erecting it in a strange county. It has several times changed hands in recent
years, and under these circumstances it is not surprising that but little has been done
to ensure the preservation of what is indeed an architectural gem. But the walls are
in excellent condition and the roofs fairly sound. The National Trust, like an angel
of mercy, has spread its protecting wings over the building; friends have been
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found to succour the Court in its old age; and there is every reason to hope that its
evil days are past, and that it may remain standing for many generations.
Tudor Dresser Table, in the possession of Sir Alfred Dryden, Canon's Ashby,
Northants
The wealth of treasure to be found in many country houses is indeed enormous. In
Holinshed's Chronicle of Englande, Scotlande and Irelande, published in 1577,
there is a chapter on the "maner of buylding and furniture of our Houses," wherein
is recorded the costliness of the stores of plate and tapestry that were found in the
dwellings of nobility and gentry and also in farm-houses, and even in the homes of
"inferior artificers." Verily the spoils of the monasteries and churches must have
been fairly evenly divided. These are his words:--
"The furniture of our houses also exceedeth, and is growne in maner
even to passing delicacie; and herein I do not speake of the nobilitie
and gentrie onely, but even of the lowest sorte that have anything to
take to. Certes in noble men's houses it is not rare to see abundance of
array, riche hangings of tapestry, silver vessell, and so much other
plate as may furnish sundrie cupbordes to the summe ofte times of a
thousand or two thousand pounde at the leaste; wherby the value of
this and the reast of their stuffe doth grow to be inestimable. Likewise
in the houses of knightes, gentlemen, marchauntmen, and other
wealthie citizens, it is not geson to beholde generallye their great
provision of tapestrie Turkye worke, pewter, brasse, fine linen, and
thereto costly cupbords of plate woorth five or six hundred pounde, to
be demed by estimation. But as herein all these sortes doe farre
exceede their elders and predecessours, so in tyme past the costly
furniture stayed there, whereas now it is descended yet lower, even
unto the inferior artificiers and most fermers39 who have learned to
garnish also their cupbordes with plate, their beddes with tapestrie and
silk hanginges, and their table with fine naperie whereby the wealth of
our countrie doth infinitely appeare...."
Much of this wealth has, of course, been scattered. Time, poverty, war, the rise and
fall of families, have caused the dispersion of these treasures. Sometimes you find
valuable old prints or china in obscure and unlikely places. A friend of the writer,
overtaken by a storm, sought shelter in a lone Welsh cottage. She admired and
bought a rather curious jug. It turned out to be a somewhat rare and valuable ware,
and a sketch of it has since been reproduced in the Connoisseur. I have myself
discovered three Bartolozzi engravings in cottages in this parish. We give an
illustration of a seventeenth-century powder-horn which was found at Glastonbury
by Charles Griffin in 1833 in the wall of an old house which formerly stood where
the Wilts and Dorset Bank is now erected. Mr. Griffin's account of its discovery is
as follows:--
"When I was a boy about fifteen years of age I took a ladder up into
the attic to see if there was anything hid in some holes that were just
under the roof.... Pushing my hand in the wall ... I pulled out this
carved horn, which then had a metal rim and cover--of silver, I think.
A man gave me a shilling for it, and he sold it to Mr. Porch."
It is stated that a coronet was engraved or stamped on the silver rim which has now
disappeared.
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Seventeenth-century Powder-horn, found in the wall of an old house at
Glastonbury. Now in Glastonbury Museum
Monmouth's harassed army occupied Glastonbury on the night of June 22, 1685,
and it is extremely probable that the powder-horn was deposited in its hiding-place
by some wavering follower who had decided to abandon the Duke's cause. There is
another relic of Monmouth's rebellion, now in the Taunton Museum, a spy-glass,
with the aid of which Mr. Sparke, from the tower of Chedzoy, discovered the
King's troops marching down Sedgemoor on the day previous to the fight, and gave
information thereof to the Duke, who was quartered at Bridgwater. It was preserved
by the family for more than a century, and given by Miss Mary Sparke, the great-
granddaughter of the above William Sparke, in 1822 to a Mr. Stradling, who placed
it in the museum. The spy-glass, which is of very primitive construction, is in four
sections or tubes of bone covered with parchment. Relics of war and fighting are
often stored in country houses. Thus at Swallowfield Park, the residence of Lady
Russell, was found, when an old tree was grubbed up, some gold and silver coins of
the reign of Charles I. It is probable that a Cavalier, when hard pressed, threw his
purse into a hollow tree, intending, if he escaped, to return and rescue it. This, for
some reason, he was unable to do, and his money remained in the tree until old age
necessitated its removal. The late Sir George Russell, Bart., caused a box to be
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made of the wood of the tree, and in it he placed the coins, so that they should not
be separated after their connexion of two centuries and a half.
Seventeenth-century Spy-glass in Taunton Museum
We give an illustration of a remarkable flagon of bell-metal for holding spiced
wine, found in an old manor-house in Norfolk. It is of English make, and was
manufactured about the year 1350. It is embossed with the old Royal Arms of
England crowned and repeated several times, and has an inscription in Gothic
letters:--
God is grace Be in this place.
Amen.
Stand uttir40 from the fier
And let onjust41 come nere.
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Fourteenth-century Flagon. From an old Manor House in Norfolk
This interesting flagon was bought from the Robinson Collection in 1879 by the
nation, and is now in the Victoria and Albert Museum.
Many old houses, happily, contain their stores of ancient furniture. Elizabethan
bedsteads wherein, of course, the Virgin Queen reposed (she made so many royal
progresses that it is no wonder she slept in so many places), expanding tables,
Jacobean chairs and sideboards, and later on the beautiful productions of
Chippendale, Sheraton, and Hipplethwaite. Some of the family chests are elaborate
works of art. We give as an illustration a fine example of an Elizabethan chest. It is
made of oak, inlaid with holly, dating from the last quarter of the sixteenth century.
Its length is 5 ft. 2 in., its height 2 ft. 11 in. It is in the possession of Sir Coleridge
Grove, K.C.B., of the manor-house, Warborough, in Oxfordshire. The staircases are
often elaborately carved, which form a striking feature of many old houses. The old
Aldermaston Court was burnt down, but fortunately the huge figures on the
staircase were saved and appear again in the new Court, the residence of a
distinguished antiquary, Mr. Charles Keyser, F.S.A. Hartwell House, in
Buckinghamshire, once the residence of the exiled French Court of Louis XVIII
during the Revolution and the period of the ascendancy of Napoleon I, has some
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curiously carved oaken figures adorning the staircase, representing Hercules, the
Furies, and various knights in armour. We give an illustration of the staircase newel
in Cromwell House, Highgate, with its quaint little figure of a man standing on a
lofty pedestal.
Elizabethan Chest, in the possession of Sir Coleridge Grove, K.C.B. Height, 2 ft. 11
in.; length, 5 ft. 2 in.
Sometimes one comes across strange curiosities in old houses, the odds and ends
which Time has accumulated. On p. 201 is a representation of a water-clock or
clepsydra which was made at Norwich by an ingenious person named Parson in
1610. It is constructed on the same principle as the timepieces used by the Greeks
and Romans. The brass tube was filled with water, which was allowed to run out
slowly at the bottom. A cork floated at the top of the water in the tube, and as it
descended the hour was indicated by the pointer on the dial above. This ingenious
clock has now found its way into the museum in Norwich Castle. The interesting
contents of old houses would require a volume for their complete enumeration.
In looking at these ancient buildings, which time has spared us, we seem to catch a
glimpse of the Lamp of Memory which shines forth in the illuminated pages of
Ruskin. The men, our forefathers, who built these houses, built them to last, and not
for their own generation. It would have grieved them to think that their earthly
abode, which had seen and seemed almost to sympathize in all their honour, their
gladness or their suffering--that this, with all the record it bare of them, and of all
material things that they had loved and ruled over, and set the stamp of themselves
upon--was to be swept away as soon as there was room made for them in the
grave. They valued and prized the house that they had reared, or added to, or
improved. Hence they loved to carve their names or their initials on the lintels of
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their doors or on the walls of their houses with the date. On the stone houses of the
Cotswolds, in Derbyshire, Lancashire, Cumberland, wherever good building stone
abounds, you can see these inscriptions, initials usually those of husband and wife,
which preserved the memorial of their names as long as the house remained in the
family. Alas! too often the memorial conveys no meaning, and no one knows the
names they represent. But it was a worthy feeling that prompted this building for
futurity. There is a mystery about the inscription recorded in the illustration "T.D.
1678." It was discovered, together with a sword (temp. Charles II), between the
ceiling and the floor when an old farm-house called Gundry's, at Stoke-under-Ham,
was pulled down. The year was one of great political disturbance, being that in
which the so-called "Popish Plot" was exploited by Titus Oates. Possibly "T.D."
was fearful of being implicated, concealed this inscription, and effected his escape.
Staircase Newel Cromwell House, Highgate
Our forefathers must have been animated by the spirit which caused Mr. Ruskin to
write: "When we build, let us think that we build for ever. Let it not be for present
delight, nor for present use alone; let it be such work as our descendants will thank
us for, and let us think, as we lay stone on stone, that a time is to come when those
stones will be held sacred because our hands have touched them, and that men will
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say as they look upon the labour and wrought substance of them, 'See! this our
fathers did for us.'"
Piece of Wood Carved with Inscription Found with a sword (temp. Charles II) in an
old house at Stoke-under-Ham, Somerset
Seventeenth-century Water-clock, in Norwich Museum
Contrast these old houses with the modern suburban abominations, "those thin
tottering foundationless shells of splintered wood and imitated stone," "those
gloomy rows of formalised minuteness, alike without difference and without
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fellowship, as solitary as similar," as Ruskin calls them. These modern erections
have no more relation to their surroundings than would a Pullman-car or a newly
painted piece of machinery. Age cannot improve the appearance of such things. But
age only mellows and improves our ancient houses. Solidly built of good materials,
the golden stain of time only adds to their beauties. The vines have clothed their
walls and the green lawns about them have grown smoother and thicker, and the
passing of the centuries has served but to tone them down and bring them into
closer harmony with nature. With their garden walls and hedges they almost seem
to have grown in their places as did the great trees that stand near by. They have
nothing of the uneasy look of the parvenu about them. They have an air of dignified
repose; the spirit of ancient peace seems to rest upon them and their beautiful
surroundings.
Sun-dial. The Manor House, Sutton Courtenay