Random Roamin- ^;^(^ Other Papen ^--'-.vX . ¦tf* SV;.* ¦Si^,.' '.f \vf- t ¦ <' '¦ -. ', 'f 3 Deposited by the Linonian and Brothers Library 1908 RqANDO^M ROqAMING BY THE SAME AUTHOR. ARCADY : For Better, for Worse. Fourth Edition. Crown Svo, cloth, 3s. 6d. COMING OF THE FRIARS (The), and other Mediaeval Sketches. Sixth Edition. Crown Svo, cloth, 3s. 6d. STUDIES BY A RECLUSE : In Cloister, Town, and Countiy. Illustrated. Crown Svo, cloth, 7s. 6d. TRIALS OF A COUNTRY PARSON ; Some Fugitive Papers. Crown Svo, cloth, 7s. 6d. London : T. FISHER UNWIN. ONE GENERATION OF A NORFOLK ^OUSE: A Contribution to Elizabethan History. Second Edition. Svo. 1S76. THE HISTORY OF THE DIOCESE OF NORWICH. 1S84. S.P.C.K. /?l;?6!^cZ4 -^^^ RANDOM ROAMING ant) ©tber papers AUGUSTUS JESSOPP, D.D. 1 1 t Rector of Scarning, Formerly Head Master of King Edward VI. School, Norwich *' Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things." With Portrait T. FISHER UNWIN PATERNOSTER SQUARE MDCCCXCIV vi PREFACE. unkind, or obscure. In the main, however, the volume expresses pretty faithfully the opinions which I held two or three years ago and the conclusions which seemed to me deducible from that measure of knowledge which was accessible to me and to others at the time I wrote. But the pace at which we live and the indefatigable energy of explorers in every department of Scientific or Historic research is so bewildering, that he must be a bold man indeed who will hope to keep abreast of that hand of alert and brilliant pioneers who are in the van of the army of progress. The very first paper in this volume is already behind the times. The existence of a Christian Church which I with some hesitation ventured to think might be found at Silchester, has actually been proved by the exca vations on the spot ; and the guess of yesterday has passed into one of the certainties of to-day. So with such hints and suggestions as I have ventured to throw out with regard to the pre-historic roads of East Anglia — the significance of the few remaining tumuli along their lines, and the probability of our finding many more evidences of the commerce and civilisation of our remote progenitors than we have yet discovered. It can be but a few years before we shall have largely increased our certainties upon such questions, and every contributor to the common stock of Knowledge must be left behind by those who start from the point which he reached before them. Even the most learned find it hard to keep their books up to date ; their PREFACE. vii labours become absorbed by those they teach ; they cannot choose but pass the lamp on to other hands and submit with what grace they may to be superseded. Of course there are great men whose work must last. It is difficult to believe that the day will ever come when Gibbon will not be read by old and young ; difficult, too, to imagine that the magnificent researches of General Pitt Rivers or of Sir John Evans could ever be regarded as ephemeral, or cease to be the recognised landmarks by the help of which others must steer their course. But the rank and file — who trudge along the track as they are led, and count it glorious to follow at a distance the leaders who give the word of command — they have their day and cease to be, illustrating too aptly the provoking theory, that " The final cause of Natures laws Is to grow obsolete" For myself I have had a certain purpose in writing on Historical and Archceological subjects. I have found so much delight in such studies, they have made the common objects by the wayside so full of interest, and brought me into such close and mysterious relations with the genera tions behind us that, from very craving for sympathy, I have felt impelled to bring others under the spell of that same fascination which has not only added to the happi ness of my life, but has, I believe, added to my usefulness in the duties of my calling. But I have never pretended to viii PREFACE. be anything more than an eager learner, always asking questions of the past, and desiring to awaken in others an intelligent curiosity. My readers may very easily get far beyond me, but in the meantime — Fungar vice cotis. Even so unpretentious a thing as a whetstone serves its purpose if men will deign to use it. The last two papers attempt to deal with two crying needs of the present; and the first of them may seem to have little or nothing to do with the past. Nor has it, except in one respect. The provisions which our forefathers made on so liberal a scale for the maintenance of a body of men who should be the religious teachers of the nation and something more, are proving inadequate for the main tenance of the clergy now. The immense increase of our population is bringing about many changes in our attitude and sentiments towards one another in view of the fierce struggle for a livelihood. There is a growing conviction that the young and strong should have the work of the world committed to them, and that the old should be laid on the shelf as soon as may be. In more industries than one the " old hands " are rudely reminded that they have had their innings, and that it is time that they should make way for their juniors. I am told that even in the clerical profession it is becoming increasingly difficult for those who have passed middle life to obtain employment. The fact, if it be a fact, is significant. But if this is the direction in which we are all moving, what is to PREFACE. ix become of the ageing and the aged among the clergy who have never had more than a bare subsistence and much less than the " living wage " which the working men in other walks of life are sternly claiming as their due ? I can see no remedy but the one I have ventured to sketch out. It seems to me that among the clergy some form of compulsory insurance against death and old age must be resorted to in the near future — that it is inevitable, I cannot doubt. Those who have done me the honour of reading my essays on The Church and the Villages and that one entitled Quis Custodiet,^ will see that this paper on Clergy Pensions follows as a sequel to those earlier attempts to deal with some ecclesiastical problems of the day. The last paper I most earnestly commend to the atten tion of those who belong to the wealthy classes and who have a real desire to devote a portion of their wealth to add to the comfort and happiness of the needy and the stricken. Never a week passes by without an announce ment appearing in the newspapers that some benevolent person has given thousands for promoting the well-being of the poor in our towns. God forbid that I should say one word which could imply that I regard such munifi cence as other than noble and sure to carry a blessing with it. But this I do venture to say, that we are in our time so mastered by the pressure of the masses, so awed ' " Trials of a Country Parson^ pp. 97, 143. X PREFACE. by the clamours of the thronging multitudes in our crowded cities, that we have no ears to hear the faint crying of the feeble and sore broken, the widows and the aged in our country villages who pine and wither and weep and die off in pathetic silence, and whom it would be so very easy to comfort and cheer and make happy, if only there were some active pity and wise help provided for them. One of the many miserable results of all our agricultural depression and of the wild talk of agrarian empirics is that even Philanthropists appear to have given up all thought of lightening the lot of our village poor. The 'poor, I say, for the able-bodied are quite able to take care of themselves: As long as men have votes you may depend upon it they will not be allowed to starve. But our aged poor are in evil case indeed. They are handed over to the tender mercies of the law, and the law decrees that half-a-crown a week and a stone of flour shall be the measure of help afforded to our aged couples worn out with a lifetime of labour on the land. This is the pittance from which they are expected to provide them selves with food and raiment and house rent and fuel, though coal may be at famine prices and the blanket be ten years old. And this is called outdoor relief forsooth ! The alternative lies between accepting it without daring to murmur, or of selling their wedding-rings and their last rags and all the rickety little furniture that reminds them PREFACE. xi of happier days, and then to totter into the Workhouse at last — to pine and whimper and perish and be shovelled into the pauper'' s grave. That grim expression relief has a certain suggestive- ness attached to it, however. Observe it is not called support or maintenance. It seems that the law does not pretend to maintain the poor, they are only to be relieved ; the assumption being that the poor creatures must not look to the guardians to keep them alive. Indeed their case would he desperate if it were so. They would perish by the hundred — perish by famine and cold and nakedness^ if there were not some little charity still left in the world. But the resources of those in our country villages who could not bear — who woidd not dare — to see their suffer ing neighbours slowly die of want, are steadily falling short. Money is rapidly going away from the coimtry and passing into the towns and their suburbs. We in the villages are all getting more and more straitened year by year. It makes our hearts almost die in us sometimes when we reflect that our resources are diminishing while the claims upon our common humanity are growing and growing. Meanwhile our labourers can never get rid of the sight of poverty in its most appealing shape — of poverty helpless and hopeless — poverty which they know to be un deserved. Week by week they are haunted by that little gathering of feeble old men and women watching hungrily for the coming of the relieving officer, and in terror lest xii PREFACE. their allowance should have been stopped by " the board." Do you wonder that, with these spectres fronting them, the labourers say to themselves, " This is what we must come to in our turn ! " or that they are the victims of a scowling discontent which makes them impatient for any change which may upset all things that are ? Homes for thepoor and needy, for the worn out and broken down in our country villages — homes that they may call their own, and where they may still enjoy the blessings of quiet and keep together their little household gods, and hope to hand them on — homes which their children and their children's children may help to make bright and glad and winsome, without a thought that the aged are dependents upon the young, who may be having a hard struggle for themselves — such homes the law and the state can never provide ; they must come from philanthro pists who are not ambitious of doing things in the grand style, who have no desire to sound a trumpet before them on the one hand nor to do good by deputy and send a big cheque to some Society on the other. Such philanthropists will have to take trouble, and make inquiries, and use their judgment, and be on their guard against overmuch haste in maturing their plans. And what they give, they must give with the gentle, warm, loving, living, not with the cold, bloodless, and often very cruel, dead hand. PREFACE. ONE WORD MORE. I desire to offer my most hearty thanks to those many known and unknown friends who have responded so liber ally to the appeal I made in my last volume. By their help I have been enabled to carry out some much-needed structural repairs in the fabric of the Church of this parish. If the aggregate of subscriptions, so far, has not yet risen to half the estimate which I had the temerity to name, few will wonder. But it will surprise many to learn that that aggregate has already exceeded the stim total of profits accruing to me from the sale of the four volumes which I have published during the last seven years. The world is very prone to exaggerate the gains of authorship ; but who shall say how much may be drawn from the generous sympathy and kindness of those who are always on the watch to help a friend in need ? I am almost tempted to believe that the " begging-letter imposture " must be the most successful kind of author ship ! Nevertheless, my readers need not be afraid of my habitually resorting to this method. I am in no danger of forgetting the real worth of those priceless expressions of confidence and regard which have come to me from every quarter of the globe. CONTENTS. PAGE 1. RANDOM ROAMING ... . . I II. CASTLE ACRE .... .46 III. HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC . . 84 rv. A FOURTEENTH-CENTURY PARSON 122 v. A RUSTIC RETROSPECT. I799. . . 167 VI. A SCHEME FOR CLERGY PENSIONS . -194 VII. SOMETHING ABOUT VILLAGE ALMSHOUSES . 220 RANDOM ROAMING. Enjoying the happy privilege of living where the air is of the purest and the water of the best, I am in the habit of deriding those who assume that it is one of the necessities of life that a man should have an annual " change." Our fathers were not restless peripatetics, yet they were wise in their generation — wise and virtuous ; they lived their lives in a dogged, robust, and useful manner; they did not live in vain ; the}' did not pretend that they were subject to periodical attacks of lassitude ; they did not pose as overstrained workers ; they did not lackadaisically sigh for rest. We are of different stuff. We pretend, one and all, that we need change of scene and holidays. It is the fashion of the time and no more. 2 RANDOM ROAMING. Confess that it is a mere fashion, and I am prepared to grant that it is a pleasant fashion ; but ask me to allow that going to the end of the earth is positively required by the average Briton because the average Briton is an overworked animal, and I protest against the hypocrisy of such an assumption, and obstinately assert that I, for one, am not overworked, and decline to move until you withdraw your plea of necessity, which I hold to be untenable and in sincere. And yet I confess I love seeing strange places, and visiting half-forgotten places that have always some thing new to teach, and I know too well how borne any one becomes who never stirs from home. Only don't talk to me of the advantage of " change of air." For to such as we, any change of air is a change for the worse. We had been reading Professor Burrows' charm ing book about the Cinque Ports, and a hankering came upon me to go and see the old towns with my own eyes. So we made a beautiful plan, and we mapped it out day by day, and we had it all set down in black and white, and we were going to spend nineteen days in researches of the most interesting and instructive kind. Canterbury was to be our base, and all the coast from Reculver to Beachy Head our land of pilgrimage. What were we RANDOM ROAMING. 3 not going to do and to see! Let it be confessed at once that our plans came to nothing : we did not even get to Dover, and we did not see Dungeness. Alack ! How beautiful plans do fade into nothing ness ! Something happens — and something happened with us. I have the great happiness of knowing two large-hearted brethren. Twins they are and never parted — great-hearted brethren, and broad- browed, strong and clear of brain, right manly and gentle and generous, and of widest sympathies, and their names are Walt and Vult. Perhaps you have read of two such brethren in Jean Paul's perplexing story. I am afraid young men do not read Richter now. Young men now are not in the mood for any thing sentimental — they " like incident," so they tell me, and they "never heard of Walt and Vult." Richter's pair of brothers are dead, and have been dead for some two generations at least. But the brothers Walt and Vult who are my dear friends, are alive now; and long may they live to make the world better and happier by their influence ! One morning, just as we were preparing to carry out that carefully considered plan of ours, came a letter from Walt and Vult, saying peremptorily, " We desire to see you, friend. Redeem your promise and let us know the Lady Shepherd [these 4 RANDOM ROAMING. were their very words], and we will show you some thing of Sussex." It is pitiful to think of such weakness as we exhibited ; but it seemed that some occult force was acting on us, a wilfulness stronger than our own wills prevailed, and actually next morning — yes, within twenty-four hours — we had thrown up all our plans and had started off without helm or compass, surrendering ourselves to the brothers Walt and Vult. When the train stopped, lo ! we were at about the most prosaic town in the island of Great Britain ; and the name of that town is Brighton. Until some ten years ago I had a bigoted aversion to the very name of Brighton — nay, a rancorous and vindictive hatred of the place. At four years old I had the measles — blame me not, ye critics ! I had no option in the matter — I took the measles, or, rather, the measles took me ; and being weakened by the malady, I was sent down to Brighton with my nurse — a very wicked woman — who had strict orders to give me baths in the sea. There was a wickeder woman than she, and that last woman derided me again and again, and resolutely plunged me in the brine. Dr. Johnson once observed that he never wished to meet a fool in heaven. What would he have said to meeting a bathing-woman in the Islands of the Blest ? RANDOM ROAMING. 5 The recollection of that sea-bathing gave me a fierce repugnance to Brighton for well-nigh forty years, until one day accident took me there, and I found the place better than I had expected — I had no longer any dread of meeting that bathing-woman on the shore. Now, as I grasped the hands of Walt and Vult, I felt that no great harm could come to rae ; I acquiesced in the situation, and was almost glad. Having arrived at Brighton, it remained to make the best of our opportunities. We realised at once that we had begun our holiday. Wise men take a holiday with two ends in view, just as they take their meat and drink ; and those ends are pleasure and profit. For myself, my notion of holiday-making is the getting of a maximum of new information and new impressions at the cost of a minimum of discomfort and fatigue. That means, that when I set out on a ramble I take it as easily as I can, and I keep my eyes and my ears open. It is all very well for young men to set out like Tar- tarin, bent on staggering across the crevasses and floundering over the snow. We middle-aged folk have got beyond that. Stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific, and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak of Darien, ¦6 RANDOM ROAMING. did not find his soul satisfied with staring; he saw an old world behind him and a new world before. I know not how it is, but some of us in this age find ourselves possessed by an insatiable yearning not to speculate upon the future, but to get into touch with the past. Brighton has no past worth mentioning, yet it has something to boast of which the casual visitor rarely hears of, rarely visits. It has in its Museum perhaps the most complete, and certainly the most exquisite collection of chalk fossils in the world, and also a unique collection of pottery and porcelain. Both one and the other were made by the brothers Walt and Vult, or rather by brother Vult — the other brother not objecting. That unique collection of pottery was " made to illustrate the principle, or rather in development of the notion, that the history of a country may be traced in its homely pottery." I will not presume to describe it ; but this I do venture to assert, that he who goes to Brighton without spending an hour or two in looking at those mugs and plates, and cups and saucers, and chimney ornaments, and pondering upon their signi ficance, is not a man to be envied, in fact, he is a man to be pitied, as all men are who, having a good chance of learning a new lesson, throw that chance away. But if there is not much to see at Brighton, RANDOM ROAMING. 7 there is a great deal to see from Brighton, and for a week or so Brighton was our base. And what a joyous base it was ! The talk was a perpetual feast after a day's expedition — Walt and Vult cutting in and in with noble entanglements, sometimes the whimsical brother taking the lead, sometimes the deep voice ofthe other vibrating with emotion, rising with enthusiasm, loud with indignation at some mention of treachery or wrong. And there was prattle of children too, such sweet prattle, and so clearly articulate withal. And there was so much to look at — such hoards of wonders in every corner, and such stories to tell ! The treasures of that house are not guarded by grim lions suggesting terror and laceration, but by sculptured dogs, emblems of faithful love and nobleness. " Cinque Ports ? " said brother Vult. " We will go to Newhaven to-morrow, Newhaven supplanted one of the Cinque Ports." Not quite that ; but one of the members of the Cinque Ports. Seaford sent two representatives to Parliament in 1300, and for centuries had contributed its quota of ships to the Royal Navy ; but before the i6th century had come to an end, the river Ouse, which in its exit to the sea had made Seaford harbour, was forced by the movement of the shingle to find for itself another channel, and a new port arose which assumed the 8 RANDOM ROAMING. name of Newhaven, where the traffic to Dieppe now goes on with ever-increasing briskness. That there could be anything at Newhaven which was worth going to see was new to me. But where in this England of ours can you find a place that is not worth a visit or that has not something to make a man find out how very ignorant he is and help him to go home the better for his day's journey ? We had to stop at Lewes on the way. Lewes is a place of renown, but its glory is departed. Here William de Warenne, the great Conqueror's doughty brother- in-arms and first Earl of Surrey, kept his state after his fashion, and here it seems he lies buried. Of the castle I forbear to speak. As to the glorious priory which the great Earl and Gundrada his wife founded here to the glory of God and for the further ance of devotion and the contemplative life — the greater portion of it lies buried under the railroad. Only fragments remain. The range of conventual buildings presented a frontage of about 400 feet, the church was 25 feet longer than Chichester Cathedral, 90 feet longer than the Conqueror's church which he built for his Abbey of Battle, and exactly the same length from end to end as Lichfield Cathedral. The foundation of this priory was an event in English history, and the story is worth the reading. Read it, if you can, in Mr. Hope's paper in the Journal of RANDOM ROAMING. 9 the Archceological Institute, and there you will find all that is ever likely to be known about the fortunes of the house, its origin, its rise, its growth, and its fall. It was the first house of the Cluniac order set up in England. About these Cluniacs there is much to tell, but who will tell it to us ? rather, perhaps, it may be asked, who will listen if one should try and tell it ? But when your guide-book informs you that this house at Lewes continued to be the only Cluniac priory in England for the next 150 years after its foundation ; do as I did to that guide-book, and put a big note of admiration in the margin of the volume. Opposite the castle, on the other side of the rail way, there stands a mound, clearly artificial; and the tradition goes that the monks of Lewes erected on the top of it a cross, and at certain seasons went in procession by an encircling path up to the top, and that there were stations here and there where special prayers were offered. I thought of that frightful mound in the city of Mexico and the bloody rites that were carried on there, and I thought of some other parallels; and then of the old Winchester practice of "keeping hills" — only abolished the other day — and I asked myself, can it be that here we have the site of some prehistoric cultus, and that here, ages ago, the conquering cross was planted upon IO RANDOM ROAMING. that opprobious hill Where, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud. The children cried unheard that passed through fire To that grim idol ? But Lewes was only on the way : we were bound for Newhaven. Despise not Newhaven, my brethren. It may yet have a future — it certainly has a past. Despise nothing : le m'epris est le masque ou s'abrite la nullite, and very few of us can be " splendidly null." Said brother Vult, "You must go and see the church." Said brother Walt, " We cannot bear you company : we cannot away with Philistines, clerical or other — you must go alone." In some perplexity I obeyed. That church is worth a visit — emphati cally worth it, for the wondrous little Norman apse and the beauty of its situation, and for something more. There is a tombstone there, and on it an epitaph. It is in memory of an old parishioner who was, it seems, of a jovial turn, and of whom it is recorded that he knew his Hudibras by heart. Dis tinctly Christian in its tone that epitaph can hardly be said to be ; yet its concluding line is not without a lesson worth remembering, for it says of the dead to the living — Be better, wiser, laugh more if you can.' In view of the many perils that threaten the monuments of RANDOM ROAMING. ii When I got back to my friends, brother Walt looked gravely at me ; then it all came out. That clerical Philistine had actually attempted to remove that tombstone and utterly abolish it, merely because it did not express his views. The brethren Walt and Vult said " No," and they stopped that Philistine. See where we are, and what we are coming to ! That any man who is a tenant-for-life of his benefice should have the power — of course he has not the right, but that doesn't matter — to cart away any monument, inside or outside "his" church, on which there may be expressions at variance with his the dead, I think it prudent to print this curious inscription. Here it is : To the memory of Thomas Tipper, who departed this life May the iii^ih, 1785, aged 54 years. Reader with kind regret the grave survey, Nor heedless pass where Tipper's ashes lay. Honest he was, ingenuous, blunt and kind, And dared to do what few dare — speak his mind. Philosophy and history well he knew, Was versed in physic and in surgery too. The best old Stingo he both brewed and sold. Nor did one knavish act to gain his gold. He played through life a varied comic part And knew immortal Hudibras by heart. Reader in real truth such was the man, Be better, wiser, laugh more if you can. 12 RANDOM ROAMING. views — is that to be tolerated ? Yes, it is tolerated, and it is done on the sly every year. Think of what might happen any day, if some wild-eyed fanatic should take it into his head to sweep away every monument in brass or marble or alabaster, on which he found the horrid legend, Cujus animce propicietur deus ; or that other legend. Orate pro anima xoryf When will a voice be lifted up against this shame — a voice that can make itself heard ? That night I forgot all about the Cinque Ports, I dreamt only of wicked tombstones ; and visions rose of an infinite procession bf monuments passing in long array from world to world, reaching beyond the realms of this solar system of ours, and I could not read the writing upon them ; and a whisper came to me which said : " Is not our little, our very, very little planet full of sepulchres, whose story such as thou are trying to read, and trying all in vain ? " There were five great castles in Sussex — to wit, Arundel, Bramber, Knapp, Hastings, and Lewes, and to these we may add Chichester — of which anon. " To-morrow," said the brethren, " we will go to Bramber." Thither we went. People go up the Rhine and chatter about the castles on the river RANDOM ROAMING. 13 banks. They are toys to our Sussex castles. Every one of those five I have named was the home of an English chieftain for centuries before the mound on which it stood was crested with a wall of masonry or crowned with a keep after the Norman pattern. What we now call Bramber Castle is only the ruined keep of the great fortress which was constructed to guard the pass, four miles long by half-a-mile wide, through which the Adur makes its way to the sea at Shoreham. The platform rose 120 feet above the river, and was scarped down the sides so as to form a rounded area 560 feet north and south by 280 feet east and west. The ditch at the counterscarp level was 100 feet broad. Before the invention of gun powder the place must have been practically im pregnable by assault. Who threw up this mighty earthwork ? Who and when ? The Normans found it where it is. It was a castle when William landed, and Earl Guerd was its lord in the Confessor's time. There are, however, no signs of the Romans having meddled with it or cared for it, though the raised causeway that crosses the valley, formerly flooded by the sea, marks the course of a Roman road. It is probable that the stronghold at Bramber was the work of the English, as Professor Freeman tells us we must call those people who came swarming into this island when the Romans could hold it no 14 RANDOM ROAMING. longer. The Normans soon occupied the place, and William de Braose received it among his other possessions and built there the great keep with its huge walls of masonry nine feet thick, of which but a fragment remains. In 1644 Captain Temple stood a siege there, fighting for the king. When the parliamentary forces got possession of it they blew up the place with gunpowder and left it as we see it now. ***** I have noticed that when a man of average in telligence once begins to yield to the fascination of ancient castles and earthworks, it is all over with him. I do verily believe that every stupendous earthwork in Dorsetshire, and every barrow in Wilt shire, and every great castle in Sussex, is haunted, haunted with myriads of pixies, and syrens, and gnomes, the ghosts of the men who raised those wonders. The unwary creature of flesh and blood goes among these tricksy spirits at his peril. He is like Endymion, enamoured of the moon. Cynthia shone upon Endymion with a gleam of promise — distinct but distant — she was so very far away. Oh I how he yearned to know her better ! The dark ages of England end, say, with the coming of Augustine. They stretch back, who shall say how far? into an illimitable past, ages before RANDOM ROAMING. 15 the time when Abraham migrated from Ur of the Chaldees. More light has been thrown upon these ages than is usually beheved. Great men have lived — are living — among us who have here and there lifted the veil ; men of genius, gifted with something more than " scientific imagination " — men who know how to pursue research and how to teach. We, the small men, feel we are no more than fumblers, but a delicious intoxication seizes us when we stand on the haunted and enchanted ground : the gnomes come round us, and a wild passion for fumbling takes possession of us — we cry with Ajax', foiled and darkened — 'tv Sk (pdei Kai oXeaaov tirei vv toi tvadev ovTtog. I confess that the sight of Bramber drove me mad. Arundel I knew — Lewes had quickened my pulse — a complication of Roman fever and castle mania with kindred disasters had clutched me. Nothing was to be done but to confess myself very ill and make the best of it. Next day we found ourselves at the Devil's Dyke — apparently one of those enormous works which the Britons (not English this time, if you please) began to construct before the Christian era, but for some reason or other, never finished. Below them stretched the vast forest of Anderida, north and west 1 6 RANDOM ROAMING. and east ; behind them were their homes. They had an eye for coignes of vantage ; they knew how to turn to account the physical features which were favourable for defence ; the organisation of labour among them had been brought to astonishing per fection ; but this island of ours was divided into a number of petty kingdoms, and Rome was One. What room for speculating and surmising as one stands on that plateau ; as one looks down into that tremendous fissure made by the action of water issuing from the chalk ; as one thinks of that strip of coast, say only from Dorchester to Dover, swarm ing with rich and busy towns " made ready for the spoil," while yonder over at Boulogne — even then called Portus Britannicus — there was assembling that immense invading host, at least 50,000 strong, which was soon to cross the Channel ; this time not to be beaten back, as had happened nearly a century before. ***** " Are there any remains of the castle of Chiches ter ? " I asked. " Not one stone left upon another," was the reply. But the resistless masters of the world had been there, and thither next went we. From end to end of that Sussex coast we find the deep impress of Roman feet, the dent of the Roman heel, the imperishable work of the Roman hands. The RANDOM ROAMING. 17 very ocean shrank back before them. Nowhere in Britain has the coastline undergone such change as here. Once it seems that the tides came up to those massive walls which the legionaries raised to guard the city then called Regnum — a city which doubtless had been growing for ages with its great earthworks, its port crowded with ships, its temple or temples, such as they were, its warriors, its merchants, its courtiers, its statesmen, its party of home rulers and its other party of liberal-conservatives, just as men live now, mutatis mutandis. Was it here that King Cogidubnus bore sway ? — he who so soon made his peace with the awful ones, and whom the gild of the masons and carpenters of Chichester immortalised in that stone which they set up when the king gave them leave to build their temple to the goddess of wisdom and the great god of the sea, they finding the funds and a Roman settler giving them the land ? That eloquent in scription may be seen at Goodwood now. The date of it ? Well ! the experts incline to think it may have been set up during the first twenty years of the Roman occupation. If they are right, it follows as a moral certainty that Cogidubnus, the wary and politic, must have dined with Vespasian and his son when they were learning the arts of war during those long years in England, little Titus in petticoats, 3 i8 RANDOM ROAMING. never having heard as yet of Palestine, or having any dream of setting up that arch of his at Rome, where, bitten into the marble, there still front you the " seven candlesticks " and those other spoils that came from the holy hill of Zion. My thoughts were so full of Rome — I had, in fact, so " gone over to Rome " by this time, and I was so baffled in my vain attempt to make out what the castle of Chiches ter could have been like — though the mound, or part of it on which Roger de Montgomery built his keep, stands still, en evidence — that I was in a bad humour when my friendly and most hospitable guide took me to the cathedral. Chichester seemed to me, in that ill temper of mine, a poky place. Oh, friend of the deathless verse ! why should'st thou cry to us — "... prepare You lovers to know Love a thing of moods : Not like hard life, of laws." It is not love alone that is a thing of moods — all our conscious life is but a thing of moods; and lifting up my eyes to that cathedral spire, and hearing from an old verger, "the old spire didn't /aZ^, sir; it sunk down, and I saw it sink, and it couldn't help it, poor thing, when they took away the great screen that in a manner had kept it up for hundreds and hundreds of years " — I was wroth, and fumed, and held my RANDOM ROAMING. 19 peace in sullen silence ; but I thought, " Oh, these restorers ! " In this perverse mood of mine it seemed to me that the most interesting object in Chichester was St. Mary's Hospital — the ancient Domus Dei. One man has risen up to write its " story." I will not do him the wrong, nor do myself the wrong, of trying to make short work of that most instructive nar rative.^ I cannot dwell upon that subject now, for life is short and art is long. But, whosoever you be that make a pilgrimage to Chichester, be sure you go and pay a visit to St. Mary's Hospital, and try and learn something about the gentle work that has been done there in a quiet unpretentious way while the generations have succeeded one another, and give your vote with mine that these places may have some reverence shown them. I might almost plead for pity, for they cannot help themselves when the plunderers are strong. * * *" * * * " I think you will not do much at the Cinque Ports this time," said brother Vult. " He ought to do something better than that," said brother Walt ; ' See " The Story of the ' Domus Dei ' of Chichester," ... by the Ven. Archdeacon H. P. Wright, . . . Parker & Co., 1885. With it compare the author's other volumes on the Domus Dei at Portsmouth and on that at Stamford. 20 RANDOM ROAMING. "it is the duty of every Englishman to make a pilgrimage to Pevensey." With characteristic docility we obeyed, nothing loth, and we found ourselves at Pevensey. Pevensey is a modern name. They tell us it means Peofn's Island, and that some 1,500 years ago a certain Peofn won it and held it. In earlier ages it was known as Anderida or Andredecester, and by some such name it was called when Julius Cassar landed near it in 55 B.C. Then, it seems, there was a stronghold or fortress on this same rising ground, and the sea came up to it in long waves crawling at spring tides over the great estuary, and barely covering the wide expanse of slime where the water was too shallow to allow the Roman transports to do anything but run aground. A century or so later the legions took it as their own, and turned it into the chief fortress of the " Saxon shore." Four centuries later the wretched Britons, left to defend themselves as best they could, and hard pressed by the new swarms of " Saxon " invaders, took refuge behind those tremendous walls, and they fought with desperate valour. Desperate indeed ! Standing out from the mists of legend and tradition which hang about the story of that dark time, a single tale of slaughter has come down to us that could not pass away from men's memories. It has to do with Pevensey, or, RANDOM ROAMING. 31 as the chronicler calls it, Andredecester. It was in the year 491 a.d. In that year, says one, "began the kingdom of Sussex, which iElla held right forcefully for long. • . . With a huge host he beset Andredecester, a city of most strong defences. There the Britons were gathered like bees, and day by day and night by night they beat back their beseigers. . . . But then at last, exhausted by long famine, they were all devoured by the edge of the sword, they with their women and their little ones, insomuch that not one single one escaped ; and the foreigners destroyed that city, which was never afterwards rebuilt. Yet the place, as the site of a once most noble city, is shown to those that pass it by — a place of desola tion." I love to turn to Henry of Huntingdon for more reasons than one ; but chiefly because he was a country parson, and no monk, nor even a canon. To be sure he exercised archidiaconal functions, but that's another thing : he was a country parson for all that. Nevertheless the Rev. Henry was wrong in saying, "locus tantum ostenditur desolatus." It is one of those slips of the pen which are frequent when a writer is quoting from some older document at his elbow. If he had written ostendebaiur he would have been right. For Pevensey, as we have seen. 22 RANDOM ROAMING. was not left desolate for long ; and when Peofn, whoever he was, got his island, with its Roman walls and citadel, he found it something very different from a dilapidated ruin, and it seems that it continued to be a place to have and to hold against all comers. Ah ! but that depends upon the comers. Just a week before I saw this place I had sauntered into the Chapter House of Westminster Abbey, and there on the counterfeit presentment of the Bayeaux tapestry which may be seen there, I read out, " Mare transivit et venit ad Pevensel." Who was it that came ? William, Duke of Normandy, bastard son of that grim and frantic man whom they called — and called rightly, it seems — Robert the Devil. What things had come to pass in those eleven hundred years since the scared Britons hereabouts had shrunk back dismayed at the sight of Caesar's fleet — more than eight hundred ships, he tells us, were visible at one time — abandoning the fort which they dared not attempt to hold, and falling back for refuge upon the high ground behind them. Some thing of the same sort happened now again. Read all about it, if you will, in the monumental history of the Norman Conquest, written once and for ever. It was not long before Pevensey became once more a place of strength. It was besieged again and again. In iioi Henry I. assembled his RANDOM ROAMING. 23 army here when his brother, Duke Robert, was preparing for another invasion; and the Duke had to look out for a different landing-place. In 1309 it was a neglected ruin. Shortly afterwards it was looked to by Edward II. In 1399 Lady Pelham held it against all the force that Sussex, Kent, and Surrey could bring against her. Twenty years later. Queen Joanna, widow of Henry IV., was shut up in Pevensey — they said she was a witch — another of the Pelhams keeping guard over her. What need to go on ? The place is bewilder ing with its crowd of memories. As I looked down from these walls I seemed to hear the low ripple lapping below me, Roman and Saxon and Norman navies riding at anchor in the bay, and all the air throbbing with the shock of battle; and then came upon me that fine saying of Professor Mait land — " the map of England, that most wonderful of all palimpsests ! " From Pevensey to Herstmonceux. "What a falling-off was there, my countrymen ! " A mere architectural freak of the 15th century, a very splendid freak, I admit — a splendid example of what may be done in bricks and mortar. As such it is worth a visit, but it is horribly modern ! It was built with money that came from across the Channel, as I gather. For Sir James Fiennes, the first Lord 24 RANDOM ROAMING. Say and Sele, got his reward for the part he played when the battle of Agincourt was fought ; and honours — which in those days meant wealth and huge increase of income — were showered upon him, and he built this most pretentious palace, which his posterity found too vast to live in — the family was over-housed. What care I for a ruin that is hardly more than 400 years old ? . It is a place for picnics, and not a bad place neither. " Who keeps up the gardens and grounds ? " quoth I to the damsel who took my shilling. " We do, sir. We hire it all and make what we can ! " What a picture Watteau could have made of a fete champetre in that courtyard ! Now we are expected to buy photographs, photographs, photo graphs ; of which about one in a hundred remotely suggests a picture. At Herstmonceux the ground- plan hanging up in the gate-house is worth all the photographs. Having made our pilgrimage to Pevensey, it followed as a matter of course that we should go to Battle. The Duke of Cleveland was there, and the visit was a disappointment. A youth took us round — a party of some twenty or so ; and all that he told us was wrong — a mere jumble got up by rote, after having invented his absurdities out of his head. He irritated me ! The man was a kind of embodied RANDOM ROAMING. 25 whooping-cough, and would not let me look about me. He went on hacking out his nonsense till it was quite unbearable. Suddenly I broke forth into irrepressible laughter, for clearly, distinctly, there came upon me the memory of a showman at Horn fair, whose historic diorama I peeped through in my childhood, and paid a penny for the sight. I hear the fellow now : " The parting of Hector and Andro- mashee ! Him to the right ; her to the left ! And you see the grand effect which the sun, the moon, and the stars has upon the face of the waters ! " For sixpence you may buy a very fair little account of Battle Abbey. What excuse is there for that young man not getting up his lesson from that ? To have -listened to the historian of the Conquest acting as showman upon that terrace, as I believe he once did, and as I am sure he could, would have been an event in one's life, even though the great man had, metaphorically, stamped upon one's toes with his iron heel and hammered his fad of "Senlac" into one with the heavy mallet of stubborn reitera tion. But when our little guide put himself into position and in a shrill falsetto cried aloud, " There Harold set up his standard," he waved his hand and boxed the compass after a fashion, looking round on this side and on that with a generous impartiality and with incomparably less decision than Mr. Bird- 26 RANDOM ROAMING, o'- Freedom Sawin when — peremptorily bidden by his dark-skinned lord and master to show him the Polestar, he — " Pickt out a middlin' shiney one and told him that was it." Somehow we were not in the mood to go into heroics at Battle. The rain came down, and we said, " We'll come here another day ! " So we will when that other fever comes upon us which is sure to come, and we have to prowl among nunneries and priories and abbeys. Next day we found our selves at Hastings ; no Walt and Vult to guide and order us, and no delightful home to come back to at eventime, with all its light and leading, and those merry children to romp with, if only an abominable catarrh had not forbidden the playing of the noble game of Great Ogre ! At this point once more I am impelled to utter my protest against the cant of the professional traveller, who is never tired of running down our English hotels and crying up those on the other side of the Channel. For comfort, for reasonable charges, for cleanliness, and obligingness [a most convenient word] — for scrupulous honesty from the dignified lady behind the window down to the boots — for all that goes to make a caravansery a traveller's joy, commend me to our English hotels. RANDOM ROAMING. 27 We were roamers, as you have seen, and very random rovers. We hardly knew when we laid our heads upon the pillow where we should go next ; but Hastings is still a Cinque Port (though we had quite cooled down upon that subject by this time), and Hastings boasts of its castle, and up to it we climbed. Standing inside the inner ward of what I must call the old fortress, I felt as I never felt before how helpless any one is who, without a competent knowledge of the dynamics of geology, attempts to read the riddles of the past. No wise man need be ashamed of his ignorance of most things; and if a specialist is arrogant and supercilious, that bump tious specialist is not a wise man. But it is vexatious to approach a specialist with a problem which you have not knowledge enough to state in correct terms ; and at the edge of that cliff which overlooks the sea, I fretted myself with a desire to know how the rock got to be there and how it had acquired the shape it presents now. If there had been a competent geologist in sight I would have humbly taken him by the button ; but there was none, and as I con tinued "nagging" at the matter all day long, the very wife of my bosom snubbed me at last, saying severely, " How foolish you are ! If you could hire a geologist he would only tell you that you did not know enough to have the thing explained to you ! " 28 RANDOM ROAMING. At Hastings, as elsewhere - along this romantic land of Sussex, we are driven back again in thought to the dark ages. There is, to be sure, no sign of Roman handiwork ; but almost beyond a doubt the great earthworks, on part of which the castle ruin stands, were thrown up by those same Britons of whom we have heard before, and thrown up long before the Christian era. Nay, it may be before King Servius built his walls round Rome. When Aulus Plautius made his landing in a.d. 43, he does not seem to have troubled himself about the Regni and their Sussex kingdom. They seem to have submitted to the inevitable when the tide of con quest, that kept moving westward, placed them in a perilous isolation ; and the vast forest of Anderida, thirty miles deep, was between them and the nor thern world. The sea-board they could hardly now presume to think of calling their own. But four centuries pass, and the English — you may call them so if it makes you happy — came in, swarm after swarm. We have heard of them and of their doings at Pevensey ; and a generation or so later we find them at Hastings — comfortably settled there too, and coining money. Brother Vult can show you their coins, as he can show you the coins of Commius, Caesar's friend, gold coins minted perhaps at this very Hastings in the century before wise men from RANDOM ROAMING. 29 the far East came following the star that led them to the manger at Bethlehem, what time bad Herod trembled for his throne and slew the little ones. Did that mint continue all through those centuries ? or was it only one of those queer revivals which history is for ever startling us with ? Be it as it may, Hastings continued to coin money for another 500 years, from the 7th century down to the time of Henry I. at least, as the numismatists assure us; and they can give us proof positive of that which they assert. The mound, at an angle of the inner ward of the castle, is beyond doubt an English work ; and when great William pushed on from Pevensey to Hastings in quest of food for his host he must have set eyes upon that mound, doubt less loftier then than now, perhaps crowned with a formidable stockade. The ruined castle, with its collegiate church, has of course a history. Becket, the martyred Primate, was Dean of Hastings long years before he was Primate, and William of Wyke ham was one of the canons of this church, which I suppose may be taken to mean that some part of the revenues of the Hastings house went to build the college of Winchester. If you are lucky enough to be able to buy Professor Freeman's " History of the Reign of William Rufus," you are sure to find a great deal there about Hastings : not that I have 30 RANDOM ROAMING. read the book, for I am not one of the lucky ones — but because in the nature of things it must be there. We had started from home intending to spend a week at Canterbury. That was out of the question now, but yet we could not leave it quite unvisited. So at Canterbury we found ourselves. There is no place or city in these British Islands that can for a moment be compared with Canterbury in the memories that it recalls — the heroic and romantic associations that are inseparably connected with it ; the splendour of its present and its past ; the magnificent succession of great men who lie there entombed; the almost unbroken continuity of its history. The chronicle of London read side by side with the memorials of Canterbury is a dull, prosaic, humdrum record, tame, commonplace, and rather vulgar. There is only one man living who knows Canterbury — the all unpaid but not now unhonoured seneschal of the Cathedral, Dr. Sheppard. It is melancholy to reflect how much recondite lore, which can never be amassed again by any single man, must pass away when this grand enthusiast joins the majority. Books have been written by the score, and many of them good books too ; but what are books to the living teacher's words ? The vergers of our cathedrals, as a rule, are RANDOM ROAMING. 31 excellent showmen ; they are loyal to the glorious buildings in which they pass their days ; they get up their lessons well ; but at Canterbury they are far superior to the average of their class. They seem to be notably intelligent, modestly inquiring, curiously on the alert to pick up any hint or any new piece of information, as if they expected to be learners even to the end. The truth is, they are conscious of the presence among them of a master for whom they entertain unbounded reverence. All that men know, he knows it — what he knows not is not knowledge. Submitting myself humbly to this guide, philosopher, and friend, through a great vista of light and shadow there passed before me, all in living reality, a long drama whose successive scenes were presented with surpassing vividness. But who could keep hold of it all ? A kind of despair came upon me as I listened and as the pageantry moved on before my very eyes. Those two days were days of sheer bewilderment, and what I heard and what I learnt and what I dreamt was sometimes present, and sometimes it was as if it had been, and sometimes as if it belonged to another world — a world not realised. In sheer per plexity, when I found myself alone and tried to bring back only a little, a very little, of what the gifted seer had been bringing before me, I threw myself back into the days when there was no 32 RANDOM ROAMING. Canterbury, and actually a sense of relief came upon me when the symptoms of my Roman fever returned. For Christian Canterbury you may go to that beauti ful prose poem by our great prose poet, and in following Dean Stanley's " Memorials " you will find enough to make the " mother of all the bishoprics " a place to sojourn in and find a joy in for many delightful days. But there was a time when there was no Canter bury — I mean when it was a very different place, and called by a very different name. If, as seems the fact, Cffisar's first landing-place was somewhere in Pevensey Bay, it was a strategic mistake, and he learnt his lesson from it. When he came next, it seems that it was in Kent, not Sussex, that he landed. In those days there was a British road that crossed the Stour by a ford, and at this point there stood an ancient British " city " which went by the name of Durovernum. There is some reason for believing that even before the Christian era — it may be centuries before — the place had been the seat of some now forgotten form of worship — a sacred city, in fact, where men offered sacrifices and had their mystic rites, and after their fashion praised and prayed. The Danejon is undoubtedly a British work, and round about it there might still be noted, two centuries ago, other mounds or barrows which RANDOM ROAMING. 33 may have been the sepulchres of dead ancestors, or may have been such "high places" as we read of again and again in the most ancient records. By and by, when the Romans had won the land, at least three great roads converged at Durovernum issuing from the three mighty fortresses on the coast — Richborough, Dover, and Lymne, for we will call them by their modern names. Durovernum itself was but a kind of outpost or depot, from which the road ran straight as a line to London. At that outpost some of the greatest of the world's great ones halted or sojourned. Caesar, on his march to the westward; Claudius, a century later, as he pushed forward to win the laurels that had been plucked for him by another ; and, in the same year, or the next, Vespasian, needy then, and bent on plunder, a rising general thirty-four years old, and with him Titus, his little son, born just three years before. When Agricola accomplished that memo rable circumnavigation of the island in a.d. 84, Richborough, some twelve miles from Durovernum, was his landing-place too ; and when, as we are told he did, Agricola put his soldiers into winter quarters, do you think he did not ride into Durover num to inspect the " statio " through which he must have passed many a time before ? When, at the beginning of the 4th century, the 4 34 RANDOM ROAMING. Emperor Constantius Chlorus was organising his last campaign against the Picts, his son, the great Constantine, joined him at Boulogne, and together they sailed across the channel, and together they must needs have taken the road through Durover num ; and through it again the son must have hastened to take possession of the empire after his father's death at York (July, a.d. 306). Before the century came to an end, the swarms of Saxons and Angles had poured in upon the Kentish people, and a cry arose for help ; for the legions, it seems, were not as they had been, and the discipline of the army in Britain was weakened by continual drafts to supply the lack of men in the other provinces of the empire. For the last time Rome found a really able general to send to Britain, in the person of Theodosius, and at Richborough he too landed in 367 a.d., and with him came his son Theodosius, afterwards emperor ; and on the road to London — can it have been under the very walls of Durover num ? — they smote the heathen with a great slaughter, and rid the land of them for a little while. I say he smote the heathen, for father and son were both Christians, and the son is he in whose days Christianity became in effect the established religion of the Roman Empire. Is it anything less than probable that in that very church which two RANDOM ROAMING. 35 centuries later Ethelbert gave to Augustine — that church which Bede expressly says had been built in old times, after the ancient fashion of the Roman Christians — Theodosius himself may have offered up his prayers to the God of battles as he made ready for the onslaught ? Think of it ! The south western tower of Canterbury actually stands upon a portion of the Roman wall ; and that old Roman church remains to this day the core, if I may say so, of the most magnificent and the most inspiring of England's great cathedrals. In the meantime, how ever, Durovernum had got to be called by another name — it was now known as " Cantwarabyrig " — the stronghold of the men of Kent, peradventure memorable as the place where these Kentish men made another of those last desperate stands, and where the end was the same as at Pevensey — a wholesale and remorseless slaughter. " Who can understand his errors ? " says the Psalmist. I confess I cannot account for mine. When I ought to have been leaving all these Roman emperors and their heathen surroundings quite out of view and out of remembrance, and only thinking of Canterbury as the holy place of Christian saints and sages, I must needs go on talking about the ages further back, as if I were a pagan or a Heathen Chinee ! But what could I do ? For two days had 36 RANDOM ROAMING. I been sitting at the feet of a great master, trying to follow him as he poured forth from his vast treasure-house of knowledge that stream of romantic truth — so much more romantic and entrancing than any fiction ; and it was as if I had been blinded by excess of light, as if I must needs retire into the darkness for a while if so be there might be any hope of attaining to clear vision of anything again. * * * * * From Canterbury to Portsmouth — that was our next move. We found ourselves in another world. It is not the ecclesiastical world ; but Portsmouth, too, has its splendid traditions, and heroes have gone forth from thence at whose names nations have trembled, and tyrants, as they heard them, gnashed their teeth with rage that was all idle. If here again we should be inclined to transport ourselves to Roman days, they tell me that even at Portsmouth we should find traces of their auda cious engineering enterprises : but I know not — I know not. While we rowed about that wonderful harbour — rowed, observe ! just as the old admirals did — as Nelson did — not panting and puffing and fuming and smoking in a rickety steam-launch, as if we had been in an ignorant hurry and only wanted to get done with it — as we rowed leisurely along, our boat- RANDOM ROAMING. 37 man, familiar with every mast and every buoy, and garrulously saving us even the trouble of asking questions, we were perfectly sure that the lotus- eaters had never known such conscious bliss as ours. They chaunted querulously ; we were silent. In that delicious October sunshine, with never a breath to disturb the quiet air, and never a ruffle on the gently heaving water, we gave ourselves up to the impressions of the moment. Imagination, even while we rowed bareheaded under the Victory's bows, refused to rise to the occasion : she claimed, and she took, a holiday. An attitude of somewhat haughty modernism characterises Portsmouth. There people have little taste for retrospection; all that has been is worth thinking of only so far as it may have led up to what is and what shall be. As to the great ironclads, and the monster guns, and the vast dockyard, et hoc genus omne, there is no need to speak of them ; but there are two modern buildings, the one civil, the other ecclesiastical, which no visitor of Portsmouth should leave without inspecting. There are many public edifices elsewhere which are larger and more pre tentious ; but for its admirable and carefully con sidered plan, its splended site, its superb fagade, and the surprisingly small cost at which it has been completed in a short four years, the Town Hall of 38 RANDOM ROAMING. Portsmouth may be safely pronounced to be the most successful municipal building erected in Eng land during our time. And make what deductions you please for a tower which is a fiasco, and . a chancel which needs much lengthening, the evil spirit of detraction will be startled out of you if you find yourself one Sunday morning standing up to praise God with the immense congregation ; the grandeur and magnificence of all the surroundings will impress you with the conviction that, take it all in all, Portsea Church is among the stateliest of our 19th century churches ; and you will think that man is to be envied to whom that great church owes so much of its splendour. Men like he may try in their modesty to conceal their names, but gratitude and pride in such a glorious possession as this will not suffer those who now gather within its walls to keep his secret. Being, as you see, mere random roamers, it was not very wonderful that, having got so far, we should take Winchester on our way home. If Canterbury stands first among English cities for the inspiring memories that it awakens, I think we must give the second place to Winchester. Here, again, we find ourselves driven back into a past that has to do with ages long before the Christian era. The Romans came and made the place their own ; they called it RANDOM ROAMING. 39 Venta Belgarum. And after them the Saxons came and made it the " capital " of Wessex, and they called it Wintanceastre ; and here King K^nwealh caused "the old church" to be built in a.d. 643. The Danes came in, about 200 years after that building of the old church, and they took the place by storm, and then for a while it was Danish ground. And then — and then — and then : what need to go on ? There are traces of all these suc cessive waves that have swept over Winchester if we have but eyes to see, and ears to listen, and hearts to understand. " Brains, you mean ! " No, my erudite and too algebraical critic ! I do not mean brains. I mean what I say. My England ! my England ! who can know thee or understand thy glory or thy greatness if he lack the patriot's love for thee, and the patriot's burning loyalty? In the old times, from which you may perceive that I find it hard to get away, a great Roman road ran from ancient Chichester to Southampton, and hence, making a new departure, it started off in a straight line to Winchester, and thence went on to St. Albans (?). But at Winchester several Roraan roads converged, and one of thera, crossing the other at an angle, went through the country of the Atrebates, and, twenty-two Roraan miles from Win chester, it reached their chief city, which then was 40 RANDOM ROAMING. known as Calleva Atrebatura, and now is known as the village of Silchester. The whole parish, I believe, belongs to the Duke of Wellington, and about the middle of it stands a farm of a hundred acres sur rounded by a stupendous Roman wall ten feet in thickness and in some parts still twenty-five feet high. Outside this wall, on the north and west, there ran a tremendous ditch serving as a defence to a mighty outwork, and the great walls were pierced by four awful gates, each with its guard house, and through one of these the great road to London led. The place had been once a great British fortress or oppidum ; the Roraans recognised its strategical importance, and they made it into a city, as, for convenience, we call such places now. For fourteen hundred years this raysterious Calleva reraained forsaken — sometimes the haunt of wild beasts, soraetiraes a quarry out of which church- builders got their stone, and then at last, when corn was dear and farming was profitable, it was brought under the plough ! A hundred acres ! Two-thirds the area of Pompeii, not to mention the cemeteries and the amphitheatre outside the walls, and the suburbs, whatever they were and whatever may here after be found to have stood upon them. Five-and- twenty years ago the late Mr. Joyce, then rector of Strathfieldsaye, becarae consumed by the desire to RANDOM ROAMING. 41 lay bare some portion of the foundations of the city, and at his own expense he set to work in earnest. No one man can to any purpose uncover the foundations of a city that extends over a hundred acres of ground. Mr. Joyce, however, made a great beginning ; and first and foremost he opened out the whole area of the great basilica of Silchester, and left it as you raay see it there to-day. What is a basilica ? Accept this as an answer. The basilica was the town hall of a city. That is enough for all practical purposes; and if ray alge braical critic tells you that a basilica was something more, never raind what he says. The Town Hall of Portsmouth is a basilica; so is St. George's Hall at Liverpool. At Rome there were a dozen and raore- of thera, just as in London there are a dozen and raore town halls ; and the tirae carae when the Eraperor Constantine turned several of these basilicx into Christian churches, and for anything I know to the contrary, he or his successors may have done the like with some of the basilicce in England ; and he raight very easily have done worse. The basilica of Silchester followed the almost invariable plan in its construction ; that is to say, it was a quadrangular building with a semicircular apse at each end. The length of the main building was usually about double its breadth, and it consisted of a nave with two 42 RANDOM ROAMING. aisles. The basilica at Silchester was 285 feet long ; almost exactly the sarae length as the nave of York Cathedral ! This is that Silchester which the Society of Anti quaries has taken in hand to lay bare for us, if only we will find the funds. One royal-hearted gentle raan has, for the last ten years or so, been devoting hiraself to throw light upon village life in Britain during the Roraan doraination, and most strange and instructive are the results arrived at. But there is not to be found, all the world over, another so heroic an antiquary as General Pitt-Rivers. You might as well look for a second Newton. Such men stand alone : they must stand alone. What is wanted now is that we should pursue our researches into the life of the British towns in Roman times ; and in this lonS- buried city we have all the materials lying ready for intelligent investigation. What raay we expect to find at Silchester ? Money ? Yes ! even money. In the great Chronicle under the year 418, there stands the following very curious entry : " In this year the Romans gathered together all the gold hoards that were in Britain ; and sorae they hid in the earth that none raight hereafter find them, and some they carried with them into Gaul." The late Mr. Joyce was no worshipper of Mammon, nor in his digging did he go very far ; but he tells us that RANDOM ROAMING. 43 the number of the coins he found in the course of his researches was " perfectly surprising." They dated as far back as Caligula (a.d. 37), and they went on in an unbroken series for nearly four centuries, down to the time of Arcadius, when the Romans abandoned the island. That is a tempting bait for the sons of cupidity ; but I am not so very, very sure that trea sure-hunting would be found a paying quest ; and if we seek for our reward in coin or coins, I fear we shall not be able to show a satisfactory balance- sheet. No ; we raust expect to find soraething better than that. We shall find that those British folk, though they built houses and theatres and baths, and a great deal else, did not quite adopt the fashions of their masters ; that their houses were not as they were in the warraer cliraate of the south ; that they had their own methods of making themselves comfortable; that they had to provide for the long winters ; that they did not live so much in the open air ; that per haps they did not affect the public baths so much as people did at Rome ; and it may be, too, that they had temples and religious rites of their own, which were dying out and being replaced by the better way. Mr. Joyce found a seal and a ring which indi cate that the Christian faith was not unknown at Calleva ; and what if it should turn out that a 44 RANDOM ROAMING. Christian church was standing there when the Teuton Longheads dashed in with a yell through the gate that proved too weak to resist their terrible assault, and the doomed city from end to end reeked with carnage ? ^ But the work has only begun, and it must needs go on slowly, or had better be left alone. Happily it is in the very best hands. Mr. Hope is, of course, the comraander-in-chief ; but with him is associated Mr. G. E. Fox, a past-master in Roman-British lore, chivalrous, sagacious, inde fatigable, a perfect draughtsraan, and one, too, who can wield the scholar's pen. It is irapossible to conjecture, as yet, what a revo lution may be wrought during the next few years in raany of our views of the civilisation of Britain during the third and fourth centuries. As we stepped from stone to stone, walked along the pavements that had been buried for ages, saw the heaps of pottery, fragments of glass, broken tools and iraple- raents and weapons, which had been tossed aside as not worth preserving in the little rauseum — all the raere refuse of a few months' or weeks' careful labour — and as we stopped at this point and at that, while our accomplished guides led us on and on, the hours passed away ; and when the tirae carae for us to ' Since the above was written, the remains of a Christian church actually have been uncovered at Silchester. RANDOM ROAMING. 45 leave this city of the dead, eye and brain were fairly exhausted by the long tension at which they had been kept, though it was very hard to say good-bye ! There still reraained two or three hours of day light. We took the train to Reading, and came upon new surprises. I had got it into my foolish head that of that great Abbey there had been utter obliteration. Some good angel took me to the door of the vicar of St. Lawrence, and in a raoment the spell of an enchanter's wand was upon rae once raore. But if you think that I am going to let my pen run on about Reading, you judge me harshly. Under that magician's influence, after humbly learn ing frora hira for many an hour and many a day — after sorae patient tutelage — perhaps I could a tale unfold — but not yet, not now. II. CASTLE ACRE. Dr. O. Wendell Holmes has somewhere said that " England is one vast museum." That is, that there is hardly a town or village in the land that does not contain some historic monument worth looking at, some interesting record of a remote past, some unique specimen of ancient art, or some spot where great deeds have been done, or some great man whose name is a household word has lived and toiled and played the hero's part, or been laid to rest at last with some monument to indicate the place of his sepulchre. This is eminently true of our old towns, whose corporate existence dates back centuries, and in which, though much obliteration has gone on, and soraetiraes rauch wanton destruction, yet there usually survives some picturesque building — or mere fragment of masonry or gate or mound or rampart — 46 CASTLE ACRE. 47 round which old traditions hover, and the sight of which revives memories of great deeds. The neces sity of carefully examining the history of our towns, if we hope to understand the history of England, its people and its institutions, has been forcibly impressed upon us of late, and it is surprising and disappointing to be told that the valuable series projected five or six years ago by Professor Freeman and Mr. Hunt, and now in course of publication, has not received that measure of acceptance and that extensive sale which it so well deserves. ^ The object of the series was to set forth the history of our more im portant English towns in a convenient form for the instruction of intelligent readers, and at a price accessible to all. The volumes are generally well written and the facts carefully — in sorae cases admir ably — put together. To the occasional visitor, knowing little or nothing of the neighbourhood but anxious to acquire some trustworthy inforraation, these little books are an iramense improvement upon the trumpery handbooks which we waste shillings upon in our travels ; while to the resident — often as ignorant of a city's past as if it existed only in the moon — they will furnish satisfactory interpretations of raany of those probleras which press upon the per- '" Historic Towns." Edited by E. A. Freeman and Rev. William Hunt. (Longmans.) 48 CASTLE ACRE. plexed stroller in the streets, and for which he would be glad to find a solution. It is very rarely that any laborious study of the smaller area of a country parish can repay the long microscopic research which it involves, or that the chronicles of a country village can prove of much interest to any but the local few, with an inborn taste for antiquarianism. The events or the persons, which have here and there raade a , village famous can hardly be other than few. The rustic leads his quiet life without expecting to be startled by the presence of a hero, a genius, or even an abnormal villain, as often as once in a century. There is no attraction about him, except when he has a vote to cast into the ballot box ; and when the rival candi dates or their agents canvass him they are always bristling with proraises to be redeeraed in the future : of the past they know no more than he does, and they care as little. We have no history, in the sense of our having any sequence of events worth recording. If we try to construct our chronicles, we have often to pass on by great strides from one stepping stone to another standing out above the surface of the stream of tirae that goes faintly bab bling through our borders ; our tiny grains of sand get carried down into the great sea of oblivion — there they sink if they do not perish. It is otherwise with CASTLE ACRE. 49 the towns. There, there has been a greater bulk of life, if I may so express it ; there men have had a constant succession of conflicts; there, there have grown up slowly institutions, associations, corpora tions, implying the war of parties, the loud or the low roar of discussion, the strife of tongues and the stubborn, conscious endeavour to attain to sorae high ideal. Thus it comes about that the annals of our historic towns have nothing like the same wide breaks in them which curious people in our country villages complain of when they attempt to construct the story of their humble birthplace. The great cities have few blanks in their history ; they can usually appeal to sorae original documentary records deposited in their archives ; they have always played some part in the great movements and struggles of the people ; they can boast of a long continuity of busy and eventful life, with only here and there a break in their annals. It is because this continuity in our village life is so very rarely to be made out that our village chronicles are generally found to be not only petty and trifling but dry, fragmentary, and consequently, as a rule, rather hard reading. It is, however, not always so. * * * * * In the western division of the county of Norfolk there is an irregular stretch of upland about twenty S so CASTLE ACRE. railes in length frora north to south, and never raore than ten miles broad, whose northern limit is the low range of sandhills that extend frora Ringstead to the Burnhams, and its southern boundary is the valley of the Nar; through its whole length, and traversing it diagonally, there runs a mysterious and very ancient trackway known as the Peddar's Way. Straight as a ruler it may be traced from Hunstanton till it crosses the Nar at Castle Acre, and thence travels on, with hardly a swerve, into regions of deso lation and dulness with which for the present we have no concern. Who laid down this ancient road ? Antiquaries are at issue upon the point. Some say the Romans made it. Some say they found it where it is and used it for their own purposes. If it be a Roman road how is it that all along those first twenty miles so very few coins or vestiges of anything that may be called Roman has ever been found ? And how is it that it strikes the coast a good five railes from the once tremendous fortress at Brancaster, whose walls, we are told, were eleven feet thick, and where a force of Dalmatian horse kept watch and ward in the third century of our era, prepared to dash down upon the pirate rogues who came to plunder and slay? There was a legend or tradition which the CASTLE ACRE. 51 chronicler Stowe treated as if it were veritable history, and which told that when Edmund, the martyred king of East Anglia, came frora across the sea to take his kingdom, in the year 855 a.d., he landed somewhat near Hunstanton and "built a royal town there " and kept his court there for a whole year, for he was prosperous then. We may accept the story for what it is worth ; but, true or not, there is a value in the details of any fabrication,. and this story points back to a time when there was a port or landing-place in this neighbourhood — a. port which the shifting of the coast line has oblite rated long, long ago, but — which was the harbour that the Peddar's Way led to from the interior ages back, how far back it is impossible to say with confi dence and idle to conjecture. In a matter where w& can only theorise one man's opinion is as good as another's, and for my part I incline to maintain that the Peddar's Way was an ancient road long before the Christian era, and that this mysterious trackway ran its course from the coast to the Nar without crossing a single brook or tiny rivulet in all those twenty miles. It passed over an open country of heath and sandy hillock and rolling downs on which the flocks and herds of a pastoral people wandered to and fro, a people answering the description which Caesar gives of the " men of the interior " in Britain. 52 CASTLE ACRE. during the century before Christ, " who for the most," he says, " grow no corn, but live on milk and flesh, and clothe themselves with skins " [of the animals they tended]. But the valley of the Nar makes a somewhat deep depression across this stretch of upland, and the spot at which the Peddar's Way crossed the river must always have been a " coign of vantage " of enormous strategical importance, giving as it did the command not only of the road, which traversed almost the whole length of East Anglia, but the command also of the stream, which was navigable for small flat-bottomed barges nearly as far as Castle Acre itself, little more than a century ago. The utter defeat of Boadicea and the Iceni in a.d. 62 was almost the raost iraportant incident in the history of the Roman conquest of Britain. The country of the Iceni was bounded on the west by the vast fenland of Cambridgeshire, on the south by the Stour, on the north and east by the sea. It was a kingdom apart, and its king Prasutagus ruled over his people as an ally or tributary of the Roraans much as our native princes in India administer their several principalities under the protection of the British Crown. When in the year a.d. 61 Prasutagus died and bequeathed the reversion of his dominions to the eraperor Nero, subject to the life interest of his wife CASTLE ACRE. 53 Boadicea, the beginning of the end had corae and the speedy annexation of the little realm was inevit able. The immediate efl'ect of the annexation appears to have been the establishment of the great fortified carap at Caistor about three miles to the south of what is now the city of Norwich, and sorae four railes to the north of what appears to have been the great stronghold or " capital " of the Iceni on the high ground overlooking the little river Tas. If on the heights overlooking the Nar there was another Icenian fortress close to the ford where the Peddar's Way crossed the streara, it would have been alraost an absolute necessity to dismantle it — if we may use so grand a term — or to replace it by another fortified camp which would of course be con structed in conformity with the Roraan raethods of warfare. And this appears to have been exactly what happened. It was at Castle Acre that the Roraan engineers threw up the entrenched camp whose mighty ramparts still tell their tale and testify to the audacious foresight of a conquering people whose railitary genius, if nothing else, fitted thera to be the masters of the world. If the estimate is to be relied on which assures us that the camp at Caistor was capable of receiving within its area a force of 6,500 men, the camp at Castle Acre raust have been able to take in at least 3,000 or 4,000. The great rampart 54 CASTLE ACRE. of this camp which runs north and south for almost 300 yards, whose height from the bottora of the great ditch, after all the abrasion and wear of the elements during 1,500 years, is still some forty feet high, and must have made the fortress impregnable on that side ; while on the south another rarapart ran, less forraidable, because less necessary, inasrauch as here the Nar, broadening out into an impassable morass, served as the best natural defence for a force that on this side had very little to fear from attack. There stands the great Roraan carap to this day, the life all gone out of it, but even now bearing on its dead face something that looks like a menacing scowl. ***** East Anglia was subject to Roman domination just 350 years. At the end of that time the legions marched out as they had come in, crossed the Channel, and left the land and its people to take care of theraselves. East Anglia got home rule, and I dare say there were a great many Britons who were very proud and delighted at their newly acquired liberty. But during those three centuries a prodigious change had come over the Roman world and its subject people. When Aulus Plautius carried his invading hosts into Britain in a.d. 43, the world was a pagan world. When the legions left the Britons CASTLE ACRE. 55 to take care of theraselves, Christianity was the established religion of the erapire, and the Christian Church, if not everywhere suprerae, was rapidly becoraing dorainant. It is noticeable that in raany places where Roraan caraps exist a church is to be found in close proxiraity to the rarapart ; soraetiraes, as at Caistor near Norwich, we find it actually within the inclosure of the vallura. Of course, the earlier churches have long since disappeared, but the pre suraption is a reasonable one that the later churches stand upon the site of a far raore ancient Christian teraple. At Castle Acre the noble fourteenth-century church is situated within a stone's throw of the great western rarapart of the Roraan station and separated frora it only by the huge ditch out of which the materials of that rampart were dug. I hold that where that stately parish church now stands once stood a humbler sanctuary dedicated to the worship of the Most High, in which the Christian faith was taught and preached, and prayer and praise was offered up according to the prevailing ritual of that age. When already as early as a.d. 315 the Bishops of London, York, and Lincoln [?], attended the Council of Aries, and during the next hundred years the conquering Cross was everywhere extending its sway, and the pagans were in their turn put upon the defensive and pleading for no more than tolera- S6 CASTLE ACRE. tion, which was denied them, it seems to me that then East Anglia must have been a Christian land or nothing. Then came her baptisra of blood. From the lands to the northward of the Rhine and the Yssel — lands into which the sound of the Gospel of Christ had never travelled — a stream of pagan warriors, fierce and pitiless, come pouring in upon the Norfolk coast, forcing their way up every little inlet and carrying all before them, blotting out the civilisation and the religion which the Romans had fostered, and under which the Britons had prospered, and step by step getting a firra footing in the old kingdora of the Iceni, and calling the land after their own narae. The realm of Prasutagus became the kingdom of the East Angles, and there for another 400 years they held their own. But they, too, were threatened by another stream of invaders, who in due time made good their landing and dis persed the others in their turn. But in the mean while these Angles or Saxons — call them which you will — got to learn that it was needful to make good their conquest by raising up other fortresses to serve as defences against the new invaders. Abandoning the great Roman camp of Caistor they reared that stupendous earthwork on which the castle of Norwich now stands, and they planted it on the banks of the Wensum to check the advance CASTLE ACRE. 57 of the raarauders who might strive to sail up that iraportant waterway into the heart of the country. Leaving the raighty walled station of Brancaster to its fate, they constructed another huge fortress at Castle Rising. But they found that the position that the Roraans had occupied at Castle Acre could not be iraproved upon, and so they utilised the mighty ramparts which they found there, and out of them they built up their great burh, which as long as they could succeed in holding it gave them, as it had formerly given the Roraan conquerors, the com mand of the Nar. But the tactics of these Teutonic conquerors were very different from those of Rome. The camp of the Roman legion was always quadrilateral, and for the most part lay hard by a river's bank, with easy access to the water for the horses and the cattle that raight chance to be within the lines of defence. It was a carap of occupation, the horae and the depot of a force which was meant to be permanently settled in a province, and intended to serve as at once a garri son town and a base of operations if it were neces sary at any time to raake a forward raoveraent upon an enemy on the march. The Saxon camp was something very different. It was little raore than a place of refuge in the event of attack ; it was rather a citadel than a fortress ; a stronghold in which a S8 CASTLE ACRE. stand might be made when the foe was too powerful to cope with in the field ; it was never meant to be perraanently garrisoned ; it was " a place to flee unto " rather than a base frora which. to issue forth on great railitary operations. The Saxons would never have dreamt of shutting themselves within the four great raraparts of the Roraan castrum ; they had a system of fortification of their own. It consisted in piling up a huge circular raound surrounded by a deep ditch, and flanking this ditch with an outer line of " horse shoe " earthworks, each supporting the other, and each affording a place of retreat if the attacking force had been strong enough to dislodge the de fenders frora their position. The central raound was called the burh; the plateau on the surarait was the last refuge for the besieged ; it was surrounded by a strong stockade, and might be held by a small force of brave men against an army. When the Saxons found it necessary to throw up such a stronghold as this at Castle Acre they planted it on the north-east corner of the Roraan castrum, and they utilised the eastern rarapart from the raaterials of which they piled up their burh and the flanking earthworks which surrounded it. There to this day the two systeras of fortification raay be seen in wonderful preservation in iramediate juxta position. At Burgh, near Yarmouth, you raay see a CASTLE ACRE. 59 Roman camp, its gigantic walls still standing ; at Caistor on the Tas you may see another camp, with its huge rampart still almost perfect on all the four sides. At Castle Rising you may see an almost perfect specimen of a Saxon burh with its horseshoe earthworks. But at Castle Acre you have the two systems of ancient fortification side by side, the one actually having grown out of the other, and the very raaterials of the raore ancient line of defence having served for the construction of the raore raodern but raore barbaric earthworks. Barbarians these Angles undoubtedly were at their first coraing, and in East Anglia they were, frora all that appears, behind their kinsfolk outside their own borders in culture and civilisation. The great raonasteries in the Fenland seem to have had more affinity with the West than the East. They were all outside the East Anglian diocese when the con version of the Angles was efl"ected, and subraitted themselves to the spiritual guidance of bishops of their own. Of architecture they knew nothing. Even to the last almost their only weapon and their most effective tool was the axe ; with that they cleared the forest, shaped the beams, and latterly hacked the very blocks of stone which they learnt so slowly and, as it seems, reluctantly to utilise for building purposes. Their art was confined to the 6o CASTLE ACRE. rude adornment of their sepulchral urns, to the scratching of simple patterns upon rings and cups, and the combs of the women. Once settled upon the land in small comraunities they wandered but little : the band or clan or family which had won a tiny territory were chiefly concerned in keeping it to themselves, and they call it their tun, or their home. Walled towns they abhorred. Like gipsies, they shrank from the thought of being imprisoned in the streets. Even late in the seventh century, and when they had become Christianised — after a fashion — their raoral perceptions and sentiments were hideously chaotic. In their quarrels they dropped the bludgeon and took to the knife, and they valued life so little that they compounded for murder according to a differential tariff. They burnt their dead and collected the calcined bones into urns of incomparably inferior make to the pottery of the Romans. They buried these cinerary urns in ceme teries outside the vill where their habitations were clustered. It is the only indication that we have of their having any feeling of reverence. Even when, rauch later, every settleraent had its church and its priest, it was necessary to forbid them by ecclesiastical authority from using the timbers of the church for fuel to save themselves the trouble of going further afield when there was a scarcity of logs CASTLE ACRE. 6i for the hearth. It was not till 571 that the East Anglians chose, or submitted to, a king to reign over them ; before that time we may presume that some thing like anarchy prevailed, and every man did that which was right in his own eyes. Such were the people who appear to have had a settlement of considerable importance at Castle Acre ; and the great earthworks which they raised when a common danger forced them to unite and co operate in the face of the foe are not by any means the only reraains which the district supplies, and v.-hich speak to us with an eloquence of their own. During the course of the year 1892 Mr. Henry Willett, of Brighton, with characteristic generosity, supplied the whole funds for exploring an early Anglian cemetery at Castle Acre which can hardly have been used after the sixth century. About half an acre of land was explored ; the place of sepulture has for some few generations been under the plough and the urns are never much more than a foot below the surface of the soil ; the modern tillage and our heavier agricultural machinery, furrowing much deeper than aforetime, has crushed and destroyed the sepulchral urns which at one time must have been deposited in this burial place by the hundred ; still, " though much is taken much abides," and the results of the exploration are not without their significance. Upon this branch 62 CASTLE ACRE. of the subject, however, I do not think it necessary to dwell. ***** When the little East Anglian kingdom had lasted some 300 years, and had slowly been learn ing some of the arts of peace, and enjoying some of its blessings — not without the influence of the Church, which became more and more potent for good — the Norsemen came down upon the land, and there was long war and pillage and carnage. The invasion began in 838 ; that seems to have been no more than a plundering raid by a Viking fleet that carae for booty. Twenty-eight years later Ivan the Boneless, with a mighty host, landed on the East Anglian coast, and soon showed that he meant to stay. Where did he land ? There is no answer forthcoraing. But if it were on the northern shore, then peradventure he and his raarched down the Peddar's Way and traversed the upland where the flocks and herds were roaming, and where it may be that he saw the droves of horses which next year he seized for his march towards the north. If he sailed up the Nar his first great fight would be at Castle Acre ; that stronghold would be too formidable a gathering place for the tribes to allow the invader leaving it in his rear. Did he storra that terrible burh ? Did he harry the country round with fire CASTLE ACRE. 63 and sword ? Did he give the villages to the flaraes ? Of the ruthless character of the invasion we have dreadful testiraony. Of the line of his raarch we have but vague notices, and conjecture is but waste of time. But I suspect — I only suspect — that there are traces of a Danish entrenched camp five miles frora Castle Acre which raay have been thrown up by the Boneless One ; and this is certain, that in the long period of warfare during which the East Anglian land was frightfully devastated by the new hordes of heathen invaders, all the old Saxon for tresses shared the sarae fate. The Norseraen came and stayed as conquerors, and for the next 200 years East Anglia was a Danish province. The Danes came in araong us as pagans, and they did their best to blot out the Christianity which they found in East Anglia, but the Cross triumphed after all. Cedant arma togce is the great law of progress. When Guthrura in 880 received baptisra, and the great Alfred was his sponsor at the font, a begin ning was made in the conversion of the fierce marauders ; East Anglia, left to settle its own affairs, slowly recovered itself from the havoc that had been wrought ; and Christianity became the religion of the new people. Then came another conquest, and William of Normandy burst in resistless and carried all before 64 CASTLE ACRE. him, he won the crown of England, and divided all the land as seemed good to hira. In Norfolk — for we must speak of Norfolk now by her raodern narae — the Conqueror bestowed 139 raanors upon one of his sturdiest followers, William de Warenne, and of these Castle Acre was by far the most considerable and iraportant. It was the Capital manor of his great Norfolk possessions, and though there is little evidence that he made it any thing else but an occasional place of residence, yet it is inconceivable that the great fortress on the Nar should have been left ungarrisoned, or that it should have been allowed to go out of repair. But during the lifetime of the first Earl of Surrey — by which title William de Warenne became known — it seems more than probable that the defences of the burh remained pretty rauch as they had been — huge tiraber fences — stockades and palisades in closing the wooden dwellings of the soldiery and their officers ; the seneschal of the fortress probably occupying an important position upon the plateau of the great mound. Of stone walls and masonry there was none. It was reserved for the second earl, who succeeded his father in 1089, to make Castle Acre a place of far greater raagnificence than it had ever been before. CASTLE ACRE. 65 As the eleventh century was drawing to a close a tremendous cyclone of religious excitement — its centre nowhere, its circuraference everywhere — was raoving with an awful force over Europe. All ranks and all classes were affected by it ; the upper ranks of society indeed raore powerfully, or at least raore conspicuously than the rest. Reprobates to whom conscience had been a word without a meaning through all their lives of vice and crirae, found theraselves shuddering with unaccountable spasms of remorse for sins they had felt no compunction in committing, and had till now well-nigh forgotten. Rugged warriors, coarse and relentless, to whom bloodshed and pillage had been a merry game and the clash of battle a kind of rapture, clutched at their heartstrings by a mysterious agony, shrieked aloud with uncontrollable horror at the prospect of judgment to come. Kings and queens, and nobles, men and maidens, careless, luxurious, gay, frivolous, sensual or debauched, awoke as out of sleep to the consciousness that their lives had been no better than a ghastly dreara, and found themselves over whelmed by an unbearable sense of emptiness, and an ecstasy of yearning and aspiration after spiritual exaltation and nearness to God. The emotional storm did not exhaust itself in the languor of mysticisra, it translated itself into action, and 6 66 CASTLE ACRE. sacrifice, and good works. The history of that amazing and awful Religious Revival in the eleventh century has never yet been written. When it coraes to be studied and thoughtfully dealt with, it will, I feel confident, be found to have originated in the faraous Burgundian abbey of Clugny. There the fire kindled, and thence for well-nigh two centuries the warrath and the flame of the raoveraent continued to be supplied. Just ten years after the great Williara had landed at Pevensey, and not till then, his work of bring ing the realm under his sway was completed, and his kingdora was finally consolidated by the sup pression of the formidable rebellion of Ralph of Norfolk. That attempt at revolt collapsed at the beginning of 1076. When the Castle of Norwich surrendered it was coraraitted to the custody of Williara of Warenne. It seems that during that same year, the earl and his wife Gundrada set out on a pilgrimage to Rome. Years afterwards it became necessary that the earl should set down the story of that Continental tour, and this is what he tells us about it : — "... I William de Warenne and Gundrada ray wife wishing to make a pilgrimage to St. Peter in Rorae, went on our way stopping at many monas- tries which are to be found in France and Burgundy, CASTLE ACRE. 67 and there we offered up our prayers. And when we had reached Burgundy we learnt that we could not safely go further because of the war which was going on then, between the Pope and the Emperor. Thereupon we took up our abode at the monastery of Clugny, a great and holy abbey built in honour of St. Peter. . . . And because we found there such great sanctity and devotion and Christian charity, and raoreover so rauch honour shown us by the good Prior and all the convent — who received us into their society and fraternity — we began to regard that Order and that House with love and devout regard above all other Religious Houses that we had seen. But Sir Hugh their holy Abbot was not then at horae. And because a long tirae before — and now raore than ever — ray wife and I had it in our purpose and wish, by the counsel of Lanfranc the Lord Arch bishop, to raise up some Religious House for our sins and for the salvation of our souls, it seemed to us then, that we should not be willing to found it of any other Order so gladly as of the Cluniac Order. And therefore we sent and requested of Sir Hugh the Abbot and of the whole sacred congregation, that they would grant to us two or three or four monks of their flock on whom we would bestow the Church hard by our Castle of Lewes, which in ancient tiraes had existed in honour of St. Pancras, 68 CASTLE ACRE. and which we, frora being a wooden church, had converted into one of stone.^ And at starting we were prepared to surrender as rauch land and cattle and goods as raight suffice for the support of twelve raonks. But the holy Abbot was at first very averse to listen to our petition because of our foreign land being so long a distance off, and especially because of the passage by sea. But after that we had procured a licence to introduce Cluniac Monks into the land of England frora our lord King William ; and that the Abbot on his part had been certified of the king's will ; then at last he granted and sent to us four of his Monks, to wit Sir Lanzo and three associates, on whora at the outset we bestowed all the things which we had proraised, and we con firraed the same by a writing which we sent to the Abbot and convent of Clugny, because they were unwilling to send their monks till this had been done. And thus it was granted to me and to my wife to bring the Cluniac Monks into our English land." This was the first introduction of the Cluniac Order into England, but this was not all. When the great earl drew up the record of his first founda tion, ten years had past since he and his wife had ' Compare the story of the foundation of Horsham St. Faith's. Blomefield, vol. x. p. 439. CASTLE ACRE. 69 resolved on the course they were prepared to follow. In those ten years the Conqueror had died, and the Queen Matilda and the lady Gundrada too, and William the Earl was drawing near his end. It is clear that the original intention of founding a monastery of prior and twelve monks at Lewes had developed into a much more ambitious scheme. The husband and wife seem to have kept residence sometimes at Lewes and sometimes at Castle Acre ; for it was at the latter place that Gundrada died in childbed in 1085. Wherefore it seemed good to thera that Castle Acre should not be treated worse than Lewes, and as there was a monastery provided for the one, so should the other be blessed with the presence of the Cluniacs in like raanner. During the first earl's lifetirae, however, this in tention was not carried out though a beginning was made. It appears that within the defences of the castle, which, as we have seen, were surmounted by the formidable stockades, a church or chapel, probably of wood, had existed before the Conquest and dedicated to St. Mary. To keep up the daily service in this church two or three monks, perhaps draughted frora Lewes, were housed within the precincts, keeping up their cloister life in temporary shelters (as we know was done elsewhere while a raonastery was building) and keeping to their 70 CASTLE ACRE. " Rule " as strictly as circurastances would permit. But when the earl died in 1088, his son the second WiUiara de Warenne lost no time in carrying out his parent's wishes, and as early as 1089, accord ing to one authority,^ he confirmed his father's charter of foundation, and he appears to have intended to make the capital manor of his Norfolk estates no unworthy rival of the great Sussex castle and the great Sussex monastery. As for the castle, the timber stockades were replaced by huge walls of flints, which raay be easily traced along its whole circuit and which raust have involved in its con struction a prodigious expenditure of labour. The central mound or citadel of the Saxon fortress was crowned with an enormous shell keep as the technical terra is : That is, the plateau on the surarait of the Saxon burh was surrounded by a raighty wall of rubble, the outer side faced with raasonry and strengthened at intervals by great buttresses. While radiating frora the great shell itself five other lofty walls were carried right across the deep Saxon ditch to prevent the possibility of a besieging force con centrating itself in a combined attack upon any single point of the defences. Moreover, the base court, as it is called — that is the area into which the Saxon tribesmen would drive their wives and ' Flores Historiarum, sub anno. CASTLE ACRE. 71 children for defence when the Danes were pillaging and burning and slaying — this base court was no longer left to be defended after the old fashion by a tiraber stockade. That would not suit the ira proved tactics of Norraan warfare. The Norman carae not to plunder and carry his booty across the sea, not to ravage and move on. He came to win the land and hold it, and he meant to keep down the subject people with an iron hand. So the whole area of the base court was girdled with its frowning wall, that too following the line of the Saxon rarapart and running along its surarait; and the inclosure which had once been the base court of the Saxon fortress becarae the inner ward of the castle of the Warennes. But it seeras that during the thousand years or so that had passed since the Romans threw up their tremendous camp guarding the ford across the Nar, a considerable change had come about in the stretch of lowland to the south. In Roman tiraes, as we have seen, this was a wide and impassable morass, so impassable that the Roraans raade their southern rarapart rauch less strong than on any other side ; the defence of the position here was coraparatively easy. If the old road, as seems probable, crossed this morass by a causeway, that causeway would in the lapse of ages help very powerfully to bring about a gradual silting up of the little river; and 72 CASTLE ACRE. as tirae went on the land hereabout would slowly rise and the raarsh ground would no longer be as treacherous as before. Accordingly when the Saxon base court was turned into the Norraan Inner Ward, it was found necessary to defend the approaches from the south far more carefully than the Roman had thought it necessary to defend his camp on this side. So the wall of the Inner Ward is found to be at its highest on the south, as though by this tirae the southern line was most open to attack though in Roman days that line had been least assailable. ***** And all this is to be seen " with half an eye" by any one who likes to look about him at Castle Acre and trace the course of those changes which have left their ineffaceable raemorials in the Norfolk village, which was never anything more than a village, never even rising to the dignity of becom ing a raarket town as we understand that term now. Of any grand residence of the Warennes within the line of circuravallation there is not a vestige reraaining. I doubt whether the second earl ever carried out the buildings he conteraplated at the castle. He had quite enough upon his hands else where. He died in 1138, and his son the third earl, frora anything that appears, was never at Castle CASTLE ACRE. 73 Acre at all. The chroniclers say he escaped some how frora the battle of Lincoln in 1140 — and that he died in the Holy Land ten years after his father. With hira the Warennes in the male line came to an end, and during the next hundred years at least the Castle appears to have been occupied by the bailiffs of the non-resident earls, and there is quite enough in the complaints recorded in the Hundred Rolls to show that these bailiffs were no better than they should be, and were a bullying grasping extortionate set, grinding the faces of the poor under pretext of looking after the interests of their lord ; and when the day of reckoning came shielding themselves by putting him before themselves as their defence. So it appears that the shell keep and its stern walls as they startle us to day when we turn the corner into the Norfolk village and come upon them without a warning — " multiform, manifold, and menacing " — were all built up in the lifetirae of a single Norraan earl ; that they could not have been begun rauch before the twelfth century had set in ; that nothing was added to them after 1138 except perhaps the somewhat imposing Edwardian gateway which I suspect was erected by one of the bailiff class to keep things snug within the liberties of the castle, those " liberties " having step by step grown into a little town which kept on stealthily creeping 74 CASTLE ACRE. up in the area included between the Roraan ramparts and the great western ditch of the Saxon earthworks. Meanwhile, all along the Roman Vallum on the north a steady and resolute invasion was going on by a new horde of barbarians ; and their name was —The Squatters. I doubt whether any village or town in England can be found in which such auda cious and continuous appropriation of little plots of land has been going on for ages, as may be seen at Castle Acre. The temptation to settle here was irresistible. There was a wide extent of ground which was valueless. Not even sheep, much less cattle, could be safely left to feed upon the earth works and the mighty ditches, and the supply of building materials which the walls and ramparts afforded was practically inexhaustible. So the Squatters picked out the giant flints, and tore down the stone which had been brought by the sea and up the river frora the Lincolnshire quarries, and they found their lime ready to hand, and they erected good substantial dwellings on the sites they chose and which they soon converted into their own free holds. They had no need to square the stone — all they had to do was to square the bailiff. To this very day the people dig into the Roman Vallum for chalk and flints, and seem to think the great earth works are no raan's land. The great Saxon Burh is CASTLE ACRE. 75 waste, and the huge Norman walls could only be protected at a heavy annual cost, and though the whole place possesses for the antiquarian a unique and absorbing interest, who is to keep off from it the hand of the spoiler, say for another thousand years ? We can only raake an appeal to sentiment ; but sentiment is an expensive luxury, and the Philistines and the Squatters laugh the sentimentalists to scorn. We are a practical people, a very practical people. We cannot tolerate fads. At any rate we say we cannot. We are almost angry and quite con temptuous when we hear that on the other side of the Channel the French governraent goes the length of protecting even the Cyclopean monolith avenues of the Morbihan, and at some considerable charge to the revenue actually puts pre-historic monuments under the supervision of the police. That's not our way. We go in for useful knowledge, horribly useful ! We are for letting the dead bury their dead, and if they have not buried them deep enough, we set to work to dig them up again — be they cats or raen ; and we provide pianofortes for eleraentary schools, and encourage strumming and dactyllic volubility. What more can we be expected to do ? While the second Earl Warenne was taking away the wooden walls of the old castle and replacing 76 CASTLE ACRE. them with masonry and stone, was he busy at the other end of the parish ? Abutting upon the western ditch of the Roman camp stood the church of St. Peter with a triangular strip of land belonging to it. One side of the tri angle extended all along the western rampart ; another side continued the line of the northern rampart for about 100 yards ; and the third side, which joined the first at its southernmost extremity, abutted on an old road which led down to the ancient ford across the Nar. The Warennes left the parish church where they found it and appear to have done nothing to it. The inhabitants might be trusted to take care of their own place of worship, and in those days men were much raore in the habit of paying for their religion than is comraonly believed. What sort of place St. Peter's church at Castle Acre was in the 12th century we have no raeans of knowing, but we have only to look at it as it stands now shorn of rauch of its old splendour though grandly " restored " some five-and-twenty years ago, to form some idea of what a noble church it became in the 14th century, even though it is pretty certain that it owed very little of its raagnificence to the later Earls Warenne and much less to the Cluniac monks who had their own church to keep up on the other side of the road. CASTLE ACRE. 77 And this brings us to that which most visitors look upon as the real glory and boast of Castle Acre, to wit the Cluniac Priory. How soon after his father's death in 1189 the second earl set about the project of carrying his parent's intentions into effect we have no means of knowing. He had a great deal on his hands ; and the presuraption is that he did not begin upon the - Norfolk capital raanor till the castle and the monastery at Lewes had been brought to soraething like completion. And as the great church at St. Pancras at Lewes was not consecrated till quite late in the reign of Williara Rufus, it seems probable, and the conjecture is confirraed by the internal evidence which the architectural features afford, that the works at Castle Acre were not begun till the reign of Henry I., and indeed not till more than half that reign was over. Into the early history of the monastery, however, I have no intention of entering here further than to hazard a conjecture that the Priory, not begun till the death of the first earl in 1089, was not completed till after the death of the second earl in 1138. In other words it took more than fifty years before the original intention of the first earl was carried out, and the church opened with the usual pomp and cereraony. During these fifty years the popularity 78 CASTLE ACRE. of the Cluniacs did not increase ; they were eclipsed in austerity by the Cistercians and quite surpassed in raere popularity by the Augustine Canons. Yet for all that it raust not be forgotten that the Cluniacs were the first great reforraers of the Benedictine order and that the founding of the Monastery of St. Pancras at Lewes was an event in English history ; while the building of the cell or dependent house at- Castle Acre, though its completion was deferred till another generation, was but a continuance of the first design. It gave importance to a movement in favour of making the religious houses on our side of the channel more strict in their discipline, and it helped in giving a decided impetus to the desire after a higher tone in the social life of the country at large. Taking the first meridian west of Greenwich as a convenient dividing line, I doubt whether to the east of that line and south of the Humber, there is a monastic ruin in England that can compare with Castle Acre for the extent and condition of its still existing remains and for the facility with which its ground plan can be raade out, even in rainute details. If such an extensive ruin had existed any where except in a reraote village, it raust have been carted away bodily centuries ago. As it is, it has simply fallen into decay. It has been a quarry from CASTLE ACRE. 79 which all the beautifully carved work has been industriously reraoved, but there was a far raore convenient quarry in the Castle and its walls for the squatters and anyone else who wanted stone or lirae, than the raore distant raonastery afforded. Other protective influences have contributed as a check upon unlimited spoliation. The grand Tudor gate way appears to have been used as a dwelling a long time after the suppression — and there are consider able fragraents of the residences of sorae of the office bearers in the monastery which have never ceased to be inhabited to the present time. Large portions of the pavement of the church have been uncovered for the first time during the last few years ; the walls of the cloister garth are still standing ; the refectory remains as it was when the roof fell in. Anyone who likes may clirab the dormitory stairs which the monks went up and down for raore than four centuries. The boundary wall raay be traced with ease frora the great gateway to the ancient raill that abutted upon the ford over the Nar. Four at least of the altars at which raass was said for centuries in the church are still in situ ; only their slabs of marble having been torn away. In the chapel of the cel larer's lodgings the frescoes at the east end are still to be seen — faint, of course, but distinctly traceable . I believe that the prior's house is buried in its own 8o CASTLE ACRE. ruins ; the arrangeraents of the infirraary and its members raight be raapped out with certainty. As for the raatchless west front of the church, with its two towers supporting it — one of which has survived — if it had not been for the swaggering iraprovers of the 14th century, who raust needs insert a bragga docio "perpendicular" window in the place of the Norraan lights, and in doing so hacked away a portion of the lovely arcading which still puts them to shame — the west front, I say, might have remained till now the most sumptuous speciraen of Norraan work in East Anglia. In fact, the Norraan work has outlasted all the additions that the later raen erected. They pulled down the apse and built up an arabitious Lady Chapel, of which no more than the foundations remain ; from two other chapels, one on the north and another on the south, the altars have never been reraoved, though their roofs and windows have perished. The piers of the central tower are still standing; but about their bases are the iraraense masses of masonry that came crashing down some day or night a couple of centuries or so ago. There they lie for little boys and girls to clirab and dance upon while they scream out little nursery rhymes about the raonks of old ! Quietly browsing through the old aisles or cropping the sweet grass that grows CASTLE ACRE. 8i in the old cloister, the sheep wander and grow fat. As you stroll — quite unconscious of where you are — across the Convent Cemetery, where for centuries the Cluniac fathers gently laid their brethren to rest, each one shrouded in his monastic habit — the cattle chewing the cud of bovine reflection stare at you with their mild eyes — no speculation in those orbs — Little heeding the past — bent on pasture alone. It is not because Castle Acre can boast of a Roman Carap, nor because it contains a Saxon Cemetery, nor because its great earthworks are a wonder and astonishment to the passer-by, nor because the Nor man Castle has a tale of its own to tell, nor because its parish church is a noble speciraen of 14th century architecture — nor even because the Cluniac Prioiy is so splendid and interesting a monument of bygone greatness, that this out-of-the-way Norfolk village is so well worth a visit; but because all these things are to be seen in so small an area, and all may be inspected in a few hours. In their aggregate they make up such a continuous series of historic — and almost pre-historic — records as perhaps could hardly be paralleled in any English village of the same size. Happily the whole parish, with the exception of the small holdings which have corae down frora the hordes of squatters, belongs to a single noble owner, 7 82 CASTLE ACRE. who is not likely to let things get worse than they are. On the ruined Priory a good beginning has already been made by clearing away an iramense mass of the debris which had accuraulated, arresting the progress of decay, and protecting what is worth preserving. The Priory Church has been opened out from end to end under the able supervision of Mr. Hope, who has also cleared the walks of the cloister. The refectory still remains to be dealt with. The undercroft supporting the dormitory with the latrines, &c., have been uncovered, Mr. Willett again having contributed handsomely to the cost of that part of the work. Much more than this, however, still remains to be done, and in the mean time a caretaker has been appointed to keep the ground — to admit visitors at a trifling charge, and to warn off ragarauffins with a talent for pilfering. Lord Leicester is not likely to stop at that point, but it is too much to expect that the noble owner should provide a playground for the world at large unless they who are interested in the preservation of our ancient monuments are prepared to support any efforts that raay be raade to arrest the progress of decay. Hitherto the reraoteness of the locality has protected it frora being overrun by any very large nuraber of raischievous visitors ; but our facilities of locoraotion are steadily increasing, and the danger CASTLE ACRE. 83 becomes greater, frora year to year, of Castle Acre being overrun by a new horde of invaders — not now of Roraans or Angles or Norraans or even Squatters — but an invasion this tirae of Trippers, who will leave no traces of their existence behind thera except their crurapled paper, their broken bottles, and their offensive names scribbled upon every wall or cut upon every accessible tree. Other conquerors have each and all come here to build up — such invaders as these come only to destroy. III. HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. Among all my acquaintances above the lower middle class I know no man of forty — except he be a country parson— ;who has not written a book, or who has not an account at a bank. We all write books, and we all keep a banking book. Yet there was a time when human beings did neither the one nor the other. Also there was a time when books were common, much written, much read, and when bankers were not common. Nevertheless in those days money changed hands — money in lumps with a stamp upon it, money by weight that was the price of lands and cattle and men's lives, and things much more precious than even these. The world had grown quite an old world when Pasion — the Roths child of Athens — turned over the leaves of his ledger HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 85 to find out how Lycon of Heraclea stood in his books. It was a much older one when Julius Caesar persuaded the bankers at Rome to make those heavy advances to hira as he was preparing for the pillage of Gaul. But a thousand years after Caesar's tirae Europe had clean forgotten all about the finance of the earlier ages, and banking, as we understand the word, was a thing unknown. Yet men traded, and bargained, and got gain, and sorae grew rich, and sorae grew poor, and sorae were thriftless and sorae were grasping — as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. In process of tirae the art of money-making advanced again. Great capitalists rose up, fortunes were made, estates changed hands. The great men doubtless had their own raethods of raanaging their money raatters. The Jews, the Carausini (who bought out the Jews), and other such financiers, raade their accounts and negotiated loans with kings and potentates, and throve surprisingly as a rule, Ihough by no means invariably. That was all very well for the big men embarked in iraportant speculations ; but what was the small man to do — the raan who went about frora village to village and frora fair to fair with a pack on his back — the man of the market whom people called indif ferently John le Marchant, or Johannes Mercator, or 86 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. Jack the Pedlar, and whose gains counted by groats, not by shillings ? What did he do? To tell the plain truth he found his raoney — his hard cash — soraewhat of an incumbrance to hira as he travelled about from place to place. It is hard, very hard, for us to realise in our time the difficulty of finding investraents for capital in the raiddle ages. The merchant princes of Venice or Genoa and many another thriving mart built their palaces and got rid of a great deal of their ready money by indulging in their taste for splen dour. But the " low man adding one to one," to whom fifty pounds was a fortune, if he could not hear of some neighbour in difficulties who wanted to sell house and land on a sraall scale, raust have been, and often was, sorely put to it to know where to dispose his gains. Soraetiraes he raade an advance to the landlord out at elbows, soraetiraes a neigh bouring raonastery was badly in want of raoney for carrying on those everlasting building operations which ambitious abbots or priors were never tired of undertaking. Soraetiraes there was a speculation in shipbuilding to terapt him when half a dozen small adventurers raade up a joint-stock partnership, each contributing his quota ; but as often as not, when a small capitalist had a good round sum in his money bag there was no opportunity of putting it out at HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 87 use,^ and the poor raan had literally to carry it about on his person and take his chance. Tiraid raen and women shrank frora such a risk, and then the alter natives which presented theraselves were few. If there was a religious house which bore a high character in the neighbourhood the spare cash was left in the custody of one or other of the Obedi entiaries, the depositor receiving an acknowledg raent which took the forra of an obligation — i.e. a proraise to pay by a certain date. In the raeanwhile the lender in raost cases received no interest — for was not the taking of usury a deadly sin, or sorae thing very like it ? — the security of his deposit was reckoned a sufficient equivalent for any advantage which the borrower derived from the use of the capital, and the money so lent lay not " at call " but invariably " on deposit." In the case of a small trader who required a certain amount of floating capital for the purposes of his business, these monastery banks were of very little use. As the time approached for the holding of one of the great annual fairs, where the merchant laid in his stock for the year and paid ready raoney for it, it was needful that he should call in his sraall debts and gather his dues. That raust have been a ' " Having money out at use " — i.e. at interest — is still a common expression in Norfolk. 88 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. very nervous tirae for Jack the Pedlar. The nights were long and very dark ; folks said that a band of landless rogues were skulking in the copses down in the hollow yonder ; that two pilgriras coming home frora Walsinghara had been stripped of their all ; that there was a hue and cry for sorae ruffian who had killed his mistress and was supposed to be hiding, hungry and desperate, the Lord knew where ; that in Black Robin's Alehouse on the moor there had been rauch talk of Jack the Pedlar's wealth, and grim Jem and cock-eyed Peter had darkly hinted with sorae savagery that the pedlar was a grasping knave whom it would be a good deed to lighten of his burden. Oh Jack ! Jack ! How you raust have quaked ! Was it wonderful that Jack and Jill and many a score of the thrifty ones who had laid by their tiny hoards against a rainy day should have been driven to think of a cache as the only possible way out of the difficulty, and that hiding money in the earth should have been a very common practice up and down the land in the old days when security for life and property was a very different thing from what we now understand by the words ? But, what ara I thinking about ? Did not Achan, the son of Zerah, feel hiraself to be in the sarae difficulty when he purloined that wedge HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 89 of gold and the fifty shekels of silver and all that perfectly irresistible accumulation which dazzled his eyes among the spoils of Ai ? Did he not hide it in his tent, dig a hole there and bury it, the accursed thing ? Verily a capacious receptacle, wherein that goodly Babylonish garment had a place araong other objects of vertu. How blind avarice is ! The son of Zerah raust have been distraught in his wits when he persuaded himself that he could remain for long one of that noble army of the favoured few who are not found out. Ages before Achan there had been buriers, the thing has always gone on. Why our dogs — our very dogs — practise the virtue or the vice, and Tip and Toby and Nick and Gyp — confound them ! — can never be cured of hiding their stolen mutton-bones in the flower-beds and returning to them in the dead of night to scratch up the nauseous relics. It is a survival of some instinct or other, say the wise raen. So we cannot cure our dogs of it, and we cannot eradicate it from the hearts of our fellow raen. All literature is full of it — yes, and all law. In the Digest, in the Institutes, the law of treasure trove is elaborately handled; the law varied from time to time.'' Constantine (a.d; 315) claimed half of all treasure trove for the crown ; Gratian in 380 ' See, too, " Roger de Hoveden," vol. ii. p. 224. 90 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. surrendered all ciaira upon any share of the spoil, but assigned a fourth to the owner of the land; Valentinian ten years after this decreed that the finder of treasure should keep all that he found. It is evident frora all this legislation that in the Roraan world the practice of burying valuables must have been very comraon. Can we wonder at it ? Between the death of Septiraius Severus in a.d. 211 and the accession of Constantine in 305, no less than twenty-seven naraes appear upon the Fasti, of pre tenders to, or wearers of, the purple. Twenty-seven Eraperors of Rorae in less than a century ! Mere naraes do you say ? Distinguished names I — but 'twas somehow, As if they played at being names Still more distinguished, like the games Of children. Ay, that was just the worst of it. There was no saying any day who was or who might be king over us. Of course men lost all sense of security. Men with the best intentions could not be trusted. These must have been the days of old stockings and of literally hiding talents in the earth. But our concern just now is not with other lands. We have only to look at home ; and here, " within the four seas," I am inclined to think that we in East Anglia have been at all times more addicted HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 91 to the hoarding and hiding mania than elsewhere. There are innumerable stories of men and women digging up money and getting suddenly rich by a great find. Soraetiraes you are assured that old Hakes, who araassed such vast wealth that he was able to buy a farra of fifty acres without a mortgage, began by finding an old teapot full of golden guineas up the chimney ; or that Joe Pymer dug up a pot of raoney in his cabbage-bed ; or that Mr. Dixe, " hira as is the builder now," what time he was a mere well-sinker came upon " a sight o' old gold cups and things " when he was making a well at a fabulous depth. Soraetiraes, too, the prevalent belief receives a startling confirmation in an undoubted discovery, as when some few years ago, in clearing out a moat at Bradenham, a silver jug was actually picked up ; and then it was reraembered that some fifty years before there had been a robbery of plate at Letton Hall, and the report was that the thieves were hard pressed and had to drop their booty. I was rayself once present at a very remarkable function. Evidence had been adduced, so positive and precise as to defy contradiction, that a certain magnate at Ladon had been buried in the family vault and the family jewels had been buried with him. An application was actually made to the con stituted authorities for a licence to disinter the 92 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. corpse and open the coffin. The thing was done. Then the real explanation of the story that had got abroad revealed itself When the arrange ments for the funeral were approaching comple tion it was found that, by some mistake, the leaden coffin had been made too large for the oaken shell that was placed within it, and it becarae necessary to raake use of something to serve in the place of wedges to prevent the inner receptacle from shifting when the bearers had to carry it to the vault. The undertaker's men were equal to the occasion ; they picked up a couple of old books which they found ready at hand ; the one was a battered old French dictionary, the other was, I believe, " The -Whole Duty of Man." The fellows made no secret of the matter, and two volumes were wedged in accord ingly. It would have been all one to them if they had been a couple of Caxtons or Wynkyn de Wordes. But the story got wind. Two books soon became changed into two boxes, and the two boxes became caskets of inestimable value, till it ended by people loudly proclaiming that the family jewels had been buried with the dead, and a cry arose and grew strong that "soraething must be done." It was to me a very memorable day, for I had the French dictionary in my hands, and, inasmuch as I had a very smart new coat on and " looked the character," HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 93 I was much flattered by being mistaken for the bishop of the diocese, and being addressed as " my lord " ! But the widespread belief in the existence of large sums of money being concealed in the ground, and which wait only for the sagacious explorer to dis cover them, has really a basis of truth to support it. Such hoards of valuables have indeed been turning up continuously from the very earliest tiraes, and they turn up still rauch more frequently than might be supposed. In 1855 a workman carae upon a collection of nearly 500 silver pennies, of the reigns of Henry II. and Henry III., at Hockwold, in Norfolk. They had been hidden by some poor creature six hundred years ago, probably under his own doorpost. The house may have been burnt or tumbled down — who knows 7 — ages had passed, and the ploughman had drawn his furrow over the place frora year to year, and the corn had sprung up, been reaped and garnered, and then one day the nine teenth-century man with a patent iraproved share had driven it in a few inches deeper than any plough had ever gone before, and lo ! there rolled out before his delighted but hardly astonished eyes the sum total of that other poor raiser's lifelong savings, scraped together in the times when every penny stood for at least a whole day's wages, laid by so 94 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. painfully, watched so very anxiously, gloated over so ravenously, but all saved in vain for another to gather! Had the poor wretch some dream of buying his freedom or getting his only boy raade a priest, or raaking hiraself raaster of that other strip of earth that marched with his own tiny patch ? How easy it is to find a pathos in some mysterious relic of the past ! In 1852, again, upwards of 300 British coins were found in a field at Weston. We raay be sure it had not been an open field when they were hidden there: they are said to have been coins of the Iceni — struck, it raay be, in some rude mint of the great Queen Boadicea, hidden away for a purpose when money was very scarce and a little would go a very long way, meant to be dug up all in good time by the hider, who thereupon went into the battle with the Roraan legionaries, fought and fell, and took his secret with him. It was in the year 1887 that the largest find of all was made. Ten to fourteen thousand Roman coins, mostly of the reign of Posturaus, were dis covered at Baconsthorpe, where it seems a Roraan station once was. There they had lain for fifteen centuries, and cunning scholars will have it that some bold band of Britons made a raid one day upon the weak Roraan garrison, slew thera to a raan. HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 9S pillaged the station, burnt and rioted, but missed the treasure, which the legionaries, in view of the peril grown imminent, had buried so deep and meant to return for when the foe should have been repulsed or annihilated. Those legionaries never came back. How far did they get ? And then those others who were waiting for their pay — waxing mutinous — and the commissary-general with a deficit of 14,000 pieces of silver lying in a hole in a gigantic earthen pot, and destined to lie there for ages — what did they do ? And yet people will write fiction and think it is a mark of genius to be able to invent a story. Would not telling one do as well ? Gentlemen of the shires will perhaps tell me that they too had much treasure buried in holes araong themselves. I deny it not, but I protest that incom parably more finds have been made among us in the east than among you in the west and the raidlands. Moreover, there is a reason for this : a man thinks twice before he begins to pick a hole in the limestone or the granite. Such a hole would very soon betray itself if he did. Nor does he like to bury his hoard in a marsh or a river bank — your sloppy swarap is not adapted for concealment. But the dry and light soil on which raost of our Norfolk villages were planted, and the old banks raised in priraseval tiraes for defence or for the enclosure of 96 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. cattle, and the old walls of cobble, soraetiraes three or four feet thick, of which raany of our hurabler dwellings and almost all our bams and byres were made before the times came back when people set to work to burn bricks again and build houses with them — all these were exactly the spots which afforded easy hiding-places for the sraall man's savings. Even to this day such places are utilised by our local misers. Nevertheless, I do not want to hurt the feelings of the gentleraen of the shires. I know that it was somewhere between Wycombe and Onhandande- decruche {there is a name to be proud of!) that William Attelythe in the year 1290 was said to have found a hoard of twenty pounds, the which he was said maliciose concelasse, and that by favour of the king he was pardoned his offence, whether he had comraitted one or not. Also I know that a hundred years after this Robert atte Mulle and Alice his wife were put upon their trial on the charge of having appropriated seven hundred pounds d'aunciem temps mussez souz la terre at Guildford in Surrey, and that the unhappy couple were prosecuted and worried for years by Sir Thomas Camoys ; though it seems clear that the charge was utterly false, and after seven years of shameful exactions it was practically withdrawn and master HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 97 Robert restored to what was left of his houses and lands and goods and chattels, which during all this time had been left in the hands of the spoilers. So, too, in the year 1335 a decree went forth from the great King, who was at Carlisle at the time, directing that an inquiry should be made regarding a hoard of unknown value which certain rogues had succeeded in unearthing in the garden of Henry Earl of Lancaster, in the parish of St. Cleraent Danes, outside Temple Bar. They found the treasure in the said garden under a pear-tree, and they dug it up and carried it off; and for all that appears they escaped with their booty, and none knew what became of it or them. ***** How did these rogues find that money in the Earl of Lancaster's garden under the pear-tree ? How did it get there ? The Earl (he was not yet Duke) was one of the greatest potentates in England. If his house was not his castle, whose should be ? We cannot help thinking that the hoard raust have lain there frora a very distant tirae — it raay be that it had been there for ages. How did the rogues find it ? Why didn't the gardener dig it up ? It was not his, and he knew nothing about it. It certainly was not found by raere chance, for there was a recognised term in use for describing such finds. In the formal 8 98 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. documents they are spoken of as suhito inventum ; as in the case of that sum of gold and silver which Williara Whethereld of Brokford in Suffolk fished up frora a well infra mansionem ipsius Willielmi in the year 1425, and about which due inquiry was raade — the jury declare expressly that it was suhito inventum; or that other hoard of raoney, which on the Monday after All Saints' Day, three years after this, John Sowter, alias John Richerd, of Bury St. Edmunds, cordwainer, came upon at Thurleston, in the same county, under a certain stone. That, too, was a mere chance find, and that, too, is set down as suhito inventum. So, too, some finds were mere thefts, as when the Rev. Edmund Welles, parson of Lound, who had hidden away in a secret place in the church of Lound his little pile of seven pounds and saw it safe there on the ist of April, 1465, and when he carae to look at it again on St. Laurence's Day, the loth of August, found it was gone, and by- and-by 40s. thereof was proved to be in the hands of Robert Pryraour, a noted receiver of stolen goods. It was clear enough that sorae one had watched the reverend gentleraan, peradventure through the leper's window, one dark night as he went to trira the lamp over the altar, and could not keep hiraself from having one raore look at his savings, just to see if they were there in their hiding-place. HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. 99 But when it corae to such a hoard of treasure as Beatrix Cornwallis and Thelba de Creketon — two lone women, observe— dug up at Thetford, in the year 1340, and which was worth at least one hundred pounds, which they could not in the joy of their proud hearts hold their tongues about, which they forthwith began to spend in riotous fashion, so that raere guzzling seems to have been the death of Beatrix — which, too, when Reginald of Kylverston and his brother Henry and another rogue got wind of, they came upon the two woraen and despoiled thera of ; which, raoreover, was the death of Reginald also and the ruin of all the rest, none could tell how; — when, I say, it came to this kind of thing, you must not hope to persuade any but the most feebly credulous that that was all a haphazard business, or that there were no occult powers enlisted in so awful and terrible a business as that. What ! are we going to be persuaded that only the nineteenth century has anything to tell us about spirit-rapping and bogies ? * * * * * I will not intrude into the province of these pro found philosophers, whose business it is, and their delight, to trace the origins and development of religion. Haud equidem invideo : miror magis. IOO HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. Only this I know, that there does seera to exist a stage in the progress of human beliefs, when the orthodox and universally accepted creed of the children of men raay be suraraed up in the brief forraula — There are gods above, there are fiends below. That seems to have been the creed of the earliest men who had any creed at all. What the gods could do, or would do, people were very vague about ; for men learn very slowly to believe in the power of goodness and in the possibility of a Divine love, personal, mild, and beneficent. These things are raatters not of experience but of a higher faith. Even the gentler and the more earnest find it hard to keep their hold of these. They are for ever tending to slip away from us ; but there is no difficulty at all in believing in cruelty and hate and malignity. These things are very nigh to us, meeting us wherever we turn. There may be heaven, there must be hell, was not a dogma first formulated in our days. Heaven for the gods, there raight be ; but earth, and all that was below the earth, that was the evil deraons' own doraain. The deraons were essentially earth spirits. The deeper you went below the outer HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. loi crust of this world of ours, the nearer you got to the horaes of the dark and grisly beings who spoil and poison and blight and blast — the angry ones who only curse and hate, and work us pain and woe. All that is of the earth earthy belongs to thera. Wilt thou hide thy treasure in the earth ? Then it becoraes the property of the foul fiend. Didst thou trust it to him to keep ? Then he will keep it. " Never may I meddle with such treasure as one hath hidden away in the earth," says Plato in the eleventh book of the Laws, " nor ever pray to find it. No ! nor may I ever have dealings with the so-called wizards, who somehow or other (d/iwffyeTrw?) counsel one to take up that which has been committed to the earth ; for I shall never gain as much as I shall lose I " It was already, you perceive, an established practice. The wizards that peep and that mutter, the " cunning men " that dealt with familiar spirits, have been an institution tirae out of mind. " O ! if Hercules would but be so good," says the man in Persius,^ " and I could hear the click of a pot full of cash under that harrow of raine ! " Herraes was he who bestowed the lucky find ; but Hercules — who was he but the earth spirit who clairaed his dues ? When the witch of Endor, to her own amazeraent, ' " Sat." ii. lo. I02 HILL-DIGGING AND MAGIC. had summoned the shade of the dead prophet to commune with the doomed king, the wicked old woman cried out in her horror, " I saw gods as cending out of the earth." Under the earth were the powers of darkness that could be dealt with sorae- how, and there were witches and wizards — who could doubt it ? — possessed of awful secrets and versed in occult practices, who soraehow or other {afMo