Play Bill, April 1, 1791.
AVING now trespassed largely on the sufferance of the general reader, and even run the risk of being considered wearisome by those whose local feelings render their patience more enduring, the GARLAND draws to a conclusion, with a few Sayings belonging to the Bishoprick, a few unrecorded Epitaphs, and a Ballad which will make ample amends for many of the trifling articles, which have appeared in the foregoing pages.
Where never straight tree stood.
The prevailing South Western gales have full sweep over the Manor of Evenwood, and the few trees that appear there, are generally stunted and mishapen.
Rain in April—rain in May,
Or Mainsforth farewell to corn and hay.
Mainsforth stands on a dry gravelly soil, and requires frequent moisture.
To take Darnton trod—which is the road south—is said figuratively of any one who wishes to elude pursuit.
I’ve been as far south as Sedgefield, where they call strea, straw!
RUNAWAY DOCTOR BOKANKI.
Walter Balcanquall, Dean of Durham, fled with precipitation on the Scott’s army entering the Bishoprick.
Surtees, v. 1, p. xcvi.
Brackenbury, vide page 4.
Garlands are still used in some of the remote villages of the county, and precede the funeral processions of unmarried females. They are afterwards suspended in the Chancel.
“A Garland fresh and fair,
Of lillies there was made;
In sign of her virginitie,
And on her coffin laid.”
The turbulent Republican, of the family of Thickly, in the County of Durham.
Lay Lilburn here, and lay John here-a-bout,
For if they both fall in, they’ll both fall out.
Here lies Robert Trollop,*
Who made yon stones roll up;
When death took his soul up,
His body fill’d this hole up.
Here lies Cooper, all alone,
Matthew is dead, the base is gone.
Said to be written on old Matthew Cooper, Clerk, M.A., one of the petit canons, and singing men of the Cathedral.
Pray for the soule of gentle John,
If ye please ye may, or let it alone—
‘Tis all one.
Under this Thorn tree,
Lies honest Barnabee;
But where he is gone,
* He is said to have been the Architect of the Exchange at Newcastle. But there are different readings; and he is also said to have made these stones roll up—as the builder of Gateshead Church. There is still a burial place at Gateshead, which belonged to the Trollops, who were masons for many generations.
To Heaven or Hell—
[I freely do own]
That I cannot tell.
He was a Proctor at Durham, and died 18th March, 1634.
He had seven daughters, and never a fellow.
This is equivocal, and may apply in two ways; either that he had no male issue, or that he had no equal, [or fellow] for learning in the diocese.
On the death of the wife of a respectable Bookseller, of Sunderland.
From fate there’s no defence,
Death call’d her hence—
In youth’s full pride;
Could virtue save
From an untimely grave,
She had not died.
NEVILL AND EVERS.
On William Pudsey, whose mother was a daughter of Lord
Scroope, of Bolton, who was “nobly descended of ye mother, but nott of [ye] sire.”*
A Scroope in condition,
A Clifford † in face,
A Nevill in voice,
An Evers in pace.
Good Lord of thy mercy,
Take my good lady D’arcy ‡
Unto her heavenly throne;
That I little Frank,
May sit in my rank
And keep a good house of my own.
* From an ancient Calender in the possession of Mr. John Rawling Wilson, of Newcastle; formerly belonging to the Pudseys, of Barforth.
† Fair Rosamond was a Clifford.
‡ Lady D’arcy, who was the second wife of Sir William Bowes, of Biddic, and widow of Godfrey Foljambe, of Walton, Co. Derby, Esq., on whose state she had a large jointure, married thirdly, Lord D’arcy, of Aston. She was a puritan, and entertained many godly ministers. The next in the entail, who thought she had lived long enough,
“The jointur’d widow long survives,”
went to see her, and was invited to dinner, when she desired him to say grace; and with the attitude of a starch’d puritan, after the usual pause, he expressed his wishes graciously as above.
Who was murthered in the arms of his leman, in his bower at Houghton-le-Spring, 1311.
Pray for the sowle of Sir John-le-Spring,