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Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1, by John Roby
"I know I have herein made myself subject unto a
world of judges, and am likest to receive most controulment of such as
are least able to sentence me. Well I wote that the works of no
writers have appeared to the world in a more curious age than
this; and that, therefore, the more circumspection and wariness
is required in the publishing of anything that must endure so
many sharp sights and censures. The consideration whereof, as it
hath made me all the more needy not to displease any, to hath it
given not the less hope of pleasing all.". VERSTEGAN, Rest.
dec. Ant.
John Roby
Volume I.
Fifth Edition.
THE
PUBLISHERS' PREFACE TO FOURTH EDITION.
Roby's "TRADITIONS OF LANCASHIRE" having long been out of
print—stray copies commanding high prices—it has been
determined to republish the whole in a more compact and less
costly form. This, the fourth and the only complete
edition, includes the First Series of twenty tales,
published in two volumes (1829, demy 8vo, £2, 2s.; royal
8vo, with proofs and etchings, £4, 4s.); the Second
Series, also of twenty tales, in two volumes (1831, 8vo,
£2, 2s., &c.); and three additional stories from his
Legendary and Poetical Remains, first published after his
death (1854, post 8vo, 10s. 6d.)[1] In the two volumes now presented the reader
will possess not only the whole of the contents of both series,
in four volumes, at one-fourth of the price of the original
publication, but also three additional stories from the
posthumous volume, with a memoir, a portrait, &c.
From deference to a strongly-expressed feeling that the work
should be printed without any abridgment, omission, or
alteration, and the text preserved in its full integrity, it has
been decided to reprint it entire; and consequently various
inaccuracies in the original editions have been left untouched.
Two or three of the most important may be corrected here.
In the tale of "The Dead Man's Hand," Mr Roby seems to have
been led by false information into some errors reflecting on the
character and memory of a devout and devoted Roman Catholic
priest, known as Father Arrowsmith. Mr Roby states that he was
executed at Lancaster "in the reign of William III.;" that "when
about to suffer he desired his right hand might be cut off,
assuring the bystanders that it would have power to work
miraculous cures on those who had faith to believe in its
efficacy," and, denying that Father Arrowsmith suffered on
account of religion, Mr Roby adds that "having been found guilty
of a misdemeanour, in all probability this story of his martyrdom
and miraculous attestation to the truth of the cause for which he
suffered, was contrived for the purpose of preventing any scandal that
might have come upon the Church through the delinquency of an
unworthy member."
What, then, are the facts, as far as they have been
investigated? The Father Edmund Arrowsmith who suffered death at
Lancaster was born at Haydock in Lancashire[2] in 1585, and he suffered death in August 1628
(4th Charles I.), sixty years before William III. ascended the
English throne. The mode of execution was not that of capital
punishment for the offence committed, but rather that imposed by
the laws for treason and for exercising the functions of a Roman
Catholic priest. He was hanged, drawn, and quartered, and his
head and quarters were fixed upon poles on Lancaster Castle. It
was in this dismemberment that the hand became separated, and it
was secretly carried away by some sorrowing member of his
communion, and its supposed curative power was afterwards
discovered and made known.[3] Mr Roby cites no authority for this
contradiction of the original tradition. The judge who presided
at the trial was Sir Henry Yelverton of the Common Pleas, who
died on the 24th January 1629.
In the Tradition of "The Dule upo' Dun," Mr Roby states that a
public-house having that sign stood at the entrance of a small
village on the right of the highway to Gisburn, and barely three
miles from Clitheroe. When Mr Roby wrote the public-house had
been long pulled down; it had ceased to be an inn at a period
beyond living memory; though the ancient house, converted into
two mean, thatched cottages, stood until about forty years ago.
But the site of the house is in Clitheroe itself, little more
than half a mile from the centre of the town, and on the road,
not to Gisburn, but to Waddington.[4]
It only remains to add that the illustrations to the present
edition comprise not only all the beautiful plates (engraved by
Edward Finden, from drawings by George Pickering) of the original
edition, which have been much admired as picturesque works of
art, but also all the wood-engravings (by Williams, after designs
by Frank Howard) which have appeared in any former edition, and
which constituted the sole embellishments of the three-volume
editions. To these is now first added the fine portrait of Mr
Roby from the posthumous volume.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] The First Series includes all the
Traditions beginning with "Sir Tarquin" and ending with "The
Haunted Manor-House;" the Second Series comprises all the Tales
from "Clitheroe Castle" to "Rivington Pike," both included; and
the three Tales now first incorporated are—"Mother Red-Cap,
or the Rosicrucians;" "The Death Painter, or the Skeleton's
Bride;" and "The Crystal Goblet."
[2] His mother was a daughter of the old
Lancashire family of Gerard of Bryn.
[3] These dates and facts will be found in
the Missionary Priests of Bishop Challoner, who wrote
about 1740 (2 vols. 8vo., Manchester, 1741-2), naming as his
authority a manuscript history of the trial, and a printed
account of it published in 1629. His statements are confirmed by
independent testimony. See Henry More's
Historia-Provinciæ Anglicaæ Societatis Jesu,
book x. (sm. fol. St Omer's, 1660). Also Tanner's Societas
Jesu, &c., p. 99 (sm. fol. Prague, 1675). Neither
Challoner nor the MS. account, nor either of the authors just
quoted, says one word of Father Arrowsmith's alleged speech about
the hand.
[4] See Mr Wm. Dobson's Rambles by the
Ribble, 1st Series, p. 137.
MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR.[5]
The late John Roby was born at Wigan on the 5th January 1793.
From his father, Nehemiah Roby, who was for many years Master of
the Grammar-School at Haigh, near Wigan, he inherited a good
constitution and unbended principles of honour and integrity.
From the family of his mother, Mary Aspall, he derived the quick,
impressible temperament of genius, and the love of humour which
so conspicuously marks the Lancashire character. He was the
youngest child. His thirst for knowledge was early and strongly
manifested. Being once told in childhood not to be so
inquisitive, his appeal ever after was, "Inquisitive wants
to know." As he grew up into boyhood, surrounded by objects to
which tradition had assigned her marvellous stories, they sank
silently but indelibly into his mind. In his immediate vicinity
were Haigh Hall and Mab's Cross, the scenes of Lady Mabel's
sufferings and penance—the subject of one of his earliest
tales. Almost within sight of the windows lay the fine range of
hills of which Rivington Pike is a spur. In after-life he
recalled with pleasure the many sports in that district which
were the haunts of his early days, and the scenes of the legends
he afterwards embodied. While yet a child he regularly took the
organ in a chapel at Wigan during the Sunday service. He also
early excelled in drawing, and after he had commenced the
avocations of a banker the use of the pencil was a favourite
recreation. His first prose composition, at the age of fifteen
years, took a prize in a periodical for the best essay on a
prescribed subject, by young persons under a specified age. Thus
encouraged, poetry, essay, tale, were all tried, and with
success. In his eighteenth or nineteenth year he received a
silver snuff-box, inscribed, "The gift of the Philosophic
Society, Wigan, to their esteemed lecturer and worthy
member."
Mr Roby first appeared before the public as a poet; publishing
in 1815, "Sir Bertram, a poem in six cantos." Another poem
quickly followed, entitled "Lorenzo, a tale of Redemption." In
1816, he married Ann, the youngest daughter of James and
Dorothy Bealey, of Derrikens, near Blackburn, by whom he had nine
children, three of whom died in their infancy. His next
publication was "The Duke of Mantua," a tragedy, which appeared
in 1823, passed through three or four editions in a short time,
and after being long out of print, was included in the posthumous
volume of Legendary Remains. In the summer of that year he
made an excursion in Scotland, visiting "the bonnie braes o'
Yarrow" in company with James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd. The
literary leisure of the next six years was occupied in collecting
materials for the Traditions of Lancashire, and in weaving
these into tales of romantic interest. In this task he received
the most courteous assistance from several representatives of
noble houses connected with the traditions of the county;
particularly from the late Earl and Countess of Crawford and
Balcarres, and also from the late Earl of Derby.
The first series of The Traditions of Lancashire
appeared in 1829, in two volumes (including twenty tales),
illustrated by plates. The reception of the work equalled Mr
Roby's most sanguine expectations; and a second edition was
called for within twelve months. The late Sir Francis Palgrave,
in a letter to Mr Roby, dated 26th October 1829, thus estimates
the work:—
"As compositions, the extreme beauty of your style,
and the skill which you have shown in working up the rude
materials, must entitle them to the highest rank in the class of
work to which they belong.... You have made such a valuable
addition, not only to English literature, but to English
topography, by your collection—for these popular traditions
form, or ought to form, an important feature in topographical
history—that it is to be hoped you will not stop with the
present volumes."
The second series of the "Traditions," consisting also
of two volumes (including twenty tales), uniform with the first,
was published in 1831, and met with similar success. Both series
were reviewed in the most cordial manner by the leading
periodicals of the day; while they were more than once quoted by
Sir Walter Scott, who characterised the whole as an elegant work.
In the production of these tales, Mr Roby's practice was to make
himself master of the historical groundwork of the story, and as
far as possible of the manners and customs of the period, and
then to commence composition, with Fosbroke's Encyclopedia of
Antiquities at hand, for accuracy of costume, &c. He
always gave the credit of his style, which the Westminster
Review termed "a very model of good Saxon," to his native
county, the force and energy of whose dialect arises mainly from
the prevalence of the Teutonic element. "The thought digs out the
word," was his favourite saying, when the exact expression he
wanted did not at once occur. In these "Traditions" his great
creative power is conspicuous; about two hundred
different
characters are introduced, no one of which reminds the reader of
another, while there is abundant diversity of both heroic and
comic incident and adventure. A gentleman, after reading the
"Traditions," remarked that for invention he scarcely knew Mr
Roby's equal. All these characters, it should be stated, are
creations: not one is an idealised portrait. The short vivid
descriptions of scenery scattered throughout are admirable. Each
tale is, in fact, a cabinet picture, combining history and
romance with landscape. Mr Roby excelled in depicting the
supernatural; and one German reviewer declared his story of
Rivington Pike to be "the only authentic tale of demoniacal
possession the English have."
In 1832, Mr Roby visited the English lakes, and recorded his
impressions in lively sketches both with pen and pencil. In the
spring of 1837, he made a rapid tour on the Continent, the notes
and illustrative sketches of which were published in two volumes,
under the title of Seven Weeks in Belgium, Switzerland,
Lombardy, Piedmont, Savoy, &c. In 1840, Mr Roby again
visited the Continent by a different route, making notes and
sketches of what he saw. At the close of the year, he was engaged
in preparing a new edition of the "Traditions," in a less
expensive form. It was published in three volumes, as the first
of a series of Popular Traditions of England; his intention being
to follow up those of Lancashire with similar legends of
Yorkshire, for which he wrote a few tales, which appeared in
Blackwood's and Eraser's Magazines.
The principal literary occupation of the next four years
appears to have been the preparation and delivery of lectures on
various subjects in connection with literary and mechanics'
institutions. In 1844, his health gave way, and for years he
suffered severely. As a last resource he tried the water-cure at
Malvern in the spring of 1847, and with complete success. In the
summer of 1849, he again married—the lady who survived him,
and to whose "sketch of his life" we are largely indebted in this
brief memoir. In the two short years following this
marriage—the two last of his life—he was busily
engaged in writing and delivering lectures, visiting places which
form the scenes of some of his latest legends, and in the
composition of a series of tales intended to illustrate the
influence of Christianity in successive periods, a century apart.
Deferring that for the fourth century, he wrote six, bringing the
series down to the close of the seventh century; when he
determined on visiting Scotland. With his wife and daughter he
embarked at Liverpool on board the steamer Orion for
Glasgow, which ill-fated vessel struck on some rocks about one
o'clock in the morning of the 18th June 1850, and went down. Mrs
and Miss Roby were rescued after having been some time in the
water, but of the husband and father only the corpse was
recovered, and his remains were laid in his family grave in the
burial-ground of the Independent Chapel, Rochdale, on Saturday,
the 22d of that month.
Mr Roby was not more remarkable for his numerous and varied
talents than for his warm and affectionate heart, rich
imagination, great love of humour, and deep and earnest piety. He
was a facile versifier, an elegant prose writer, an able botanist
and physiologist. Possessing a fine ear, rich voice, and great
musical taste, he not only took his vocal share in part-song, but
wrote several melodies, which have been published. In one species
of rapid mental calculation, or rather combination of
figures—giving in an instant the sum of a double column of
twenty figures in each row, or a square of six figures—he
far excelled Bidder, the calculating boy. He was a skilful
draughtsman, a clever mimic and ventriloquist, an excellent
raconteur, an accomplished conversationist, ever
fascinating in the select social circle, and always "tender and
wise" in that of home. He was a man of genuine benevolence, a
cordial friend, an affectionate husband and father, and a humble
and devout Christian. His family crest was a garb or wheat-sheaf,
with the motto, "I am ready;" and in his case—though his
death was sudden and unexpected—illness and bereavement,
mental and physical suffering—in short, the chastenings and
discipline of life, had done their work. His "sheaf" was "ready
for the garner."
October 1866.
PREFACE TO THE FIRST SERIES.
A preface is rarely needed, generally intrusive, and always
tiresome—seldom read, more seldom desiderated: a piece of
egotism at best, where the author, speaking of himself, has the
less chance of being listened to. Yet—and what speaker does
not think he ought to be heard?—the author conceives there
may be some necessity, some reason, why he should step forward
for the purpose of explaining his views in connection with the
character and design of the following pages.
In the northern counties, and more particularly in Lancashire,
the great arena of the STANLEYS during the civil wars—where
the progress and successful issue of his cause was but too
confidently anticipated by CHARLES STUART, and the scene
especially of those strange and unholy proceedings in which the
"Lancashire witches" rendered themselves so famous—it may
readily be imagined that a number of interesting legends,
anecdotes, and scraps of family history, are floating about,
hitherto preserved chiefly in the shape of oral tradition. The
antiquary, in most instances, rejects the information that does
not present itself in the form of an authentic and well-attested
fact; and legendary lore, in particular, he throws aside as
worthless and unprofitable. The author of the "TRADITIONS OF
LANCASHIRE," in leaving the dry and heraldic pedigrees which
unfortunately constitute the great bulk of those works that bear
the name of county histories, enters on the more entertaining,
though sometimes apocryphal narratives, which exemplify and
embellish the records of our forefathers.
A native of Lancashire, and residing there during the greater
part of his life, he has been enabled to collect a mass of local
traditions, now fast dying from the memories of the inhabitants.
It is his object to perpetuate these interesting relics of the
past, and to present them in a form that may be generally
acceptable, divested of the dust and dross in which the originals
are but too often disfigured, so as to appear worthless and
uninviting.
Tradition is not an unacceptable source of historical inquiry;
and the writer who disdains to follow these glimmerings of truth
will often find himself in the dark, with nothing but his own
opinions—the smouldering vapour of his own
imagination—to guide him in the search.
The following extract from a German writer on the subject
sufficiently exemplifies and illustrates the design the author
has generally had before him in the composition and arrangement
of the following legends:—
"Simple and unimportant as the subject may at first appear, it
will be found, upon a nearer view, well worth the attention of
philosophical and historical inquirers. All genuine, popular
Tales, arranged with local and national reference, cannot fail to
throw light upon contemporary events in history, upon the
progressive cultivation of society, and upon the prevailing modes of
thinking in every age. Though not consisting of a recital of bare
facts, they are in most instances founded upon fact, and in so
far connected with history, which occasionally, indeed, borrows
from, and as often reflects light upon, these familiar annals,
these more private and interesting casualties of human life.
"It is thus that popular tradition, connected with all that is
most interesting in human history and human action, upon a
national scale—a mirror reflecting the people's past worth
and wisdom—invariably possesses so deep a hold upon its
affections, and offers so many instructive hints to the man of
the world, to the statesman, the citizen, and the peasant.
"Signs of approaching changes, no less in manners than in
states, may likewise be traced, floating down this popular
current of opinions, fertilising the seeds scattered by a past
generation, and marking by its ebbs and flows the state of the
political atmosphere, and the distant gathering of the storm.
"National traditions further serve to throw light upon ancient
and modern mythology; and in many instances they are known to
preserve traces of their fabulous descent, as will clearly appear
in some of the following selections. It is the same with those of
all nations, whether of eastern or western origin, Greek,
Scythian, or Kamtschatkan. And hence, among every people just
emerged out of a state of barbarism, the same causes lead to the
production of similar compositions; and a chain of connection is
thus established between the fables of different nations, only
varied by clime and custom, sufficient to prove, not merely a
degree of harmony, but secret interchanges and
communications."
A record of the freaks of such airy beings, glancing through
the mists of national superstition, would prove little inferior
in poetical interest and association to the fanciful creations of
the Greek mythology. The truth is, they are of one family, and we
often discover allusions to the beautiful fable of Psyche or the
story of Midas; sometimes with the addition, that the latter was
obliged to admit his barber into his uncomfortable secret. Odin
and Jupiter are brothers, if not the same person; and the
northern Hercules is often represented as drawing a strong man by
almost invisible threads, which pass from his tongue round the
limbs of the victim, thereby symbolising the power of eloquence.
Several incidents in the following tales will be recognised by
those conversant with Scandinavian literature, thus adding
another link to the chain of certainty which unites the human
race, or at any rate that part of it from which Europe was
originally peopled, in one original tribe or family.
A work of this nature, embodying the material of our own
island traditions, has not yet been attempted; and the writer
confidently hopes that these tales may be found fully capable of
awakening and sustaining the peculiar and high-wrought interest
inherent in the legends of our continental neighbours. Should
they fail of producing this effect, he requests that it may be
attributed rather to his want of power to conjure up the spirits
of past ages, than to any want of capabilities in the subjects he
has chosen to introduce.
To the local and to the general reader—to the antiquary
and the uninitiated—to the admirers of the fine arts and
embellishments of our literature, he hopes his labours will prove
acceptable; and should the plan succeed, not Lancashire alone,
but the other counties, may in their turn become the subject of
similar illustrations. The tales are arranged chronologically,
forming a somewhat irregular series from the earliest records to
those of a comparatively modern date. They may in point of style
appear at the commencement stiff and stalwart, like the chiselled
warriors, whose deeds are generally enveloped in a rude
narrative, hard and ponderous as their gaunt and grisly effigies.
The events, however, as the author has found them, gradually
assimilate with the familiar aspects and everyday affections of
our nature—subsiding from the stern and repulsive character
of a barbarous age into the usual forms and modes of feeling
incident to humanity—as some cold and barren region, where
one stunted blade of affection can scarce find shelter, gradually
opens Out into the quiet glades and lowly habitudes of ordinary
existence.
The author disclaims all pretensions to superior knowledge. He
would not even arrogate to himself the name of antiquary. Some of
the incidents are perhaps well known, being merely put into a
novel and more popular shape. The spectator is here placed upon
an eminence where the scenes assume a new aspect, new
combinations of beauty and grandeur being the result of the
vantage ground he has obtained. Nothing more is attempted than
what others, with the same opportunities, might have done as
well—perhaps better. When Columbus broke the egg—if
we may be excused the arrogance of the simile—all that were
present could have done the same; and some, no doubt, might have
performed the operation more dexterously.
1st October 1829.
PREFACE TO THE SECOND
SERIES.
In presenting another and concluding series of Lancashire
Traditions to the public, the author has to express his thanks
for the indulgence he has received, and the spirit of candour and
kindness with which this attempt to illustrate in a novel manner
the legends of his native county has been viewed by the
periodical press.
To his numerous readers, in the capacity of an author, he
would say Farewell, did not the "everlasting adieus,"
everlastingly repeated, warn him that he might at some future
time be subject to the same infirmity, only rendered more
conspicuous by weakness and irresolution.
Rochdale, October 1831.
INTRODUCTION TO THE SECOND
SERIES.
No method has yet been discovered for preserving the
recollection of human actions and events precisely as they have
occurred, whole and unimpaired, in all their truth and reality.
Time is an able teacher of causes and qualities, but he setteth
little store by names and persons, or the mould and fashion of
their deeds. The pyramids have outlived the very names of their
builders. "Oblivion," says Sir Thomas Browne, "blindly scatters
her poppies. Time has spared the epitaph of Adrian's
horse—confounded that of himself!"
Few things are so durable as the memory of those mischiefs and
oppressions which Time has bequeathed to mankind. The names of
conquerors and tyrants have been faithfully preserved, while
those from whom have originated the most useful and beneficial
discoveries are entirely unknown, or left to perish in darkness
and uncertainty. We should not have known that Lucullus brought
cherries from the banks of the Phasis but through the details of
massacre and spoliation—the splendid barbarities of a Roman
triumph. In some instances Time displays a fondness and a caprice
in which the gloomiest tyranny is seen occasionally to indulge.
The unlettered Arab cherishes the memory of his line. He traces
it unerringly to a remoter origin than could be claimed or
identified by the most ancient princes of Europe. In many
instances he could give a clearer and a higher genealogy to his
horse. But that which Time herself would spare, the critic and
the historian would demolish. The northern barbarians are accused
of an exterminating hostility to learning. It never was half so
bitter as the warfare which learning displays against everything
of which she herself is not the author. A living historian has
denied that the poems of Ossian had any existence save in the
conceptions of Macpherson, because he condescendingly informs us,
"Before the invention or introduction of letters, human memory is
incapable of any faithful record which may be transmitted from
age to age."
The account which Macpherson gave may be a fiction, but it is
admitted by those who know the native Scotch and Irish tongues,
and have dwelt where no other language is spoken, that there are
poems which have been transmitted from generation to generation
(orally it must be, since letters are either entirely unknown or
are comparatively of recent introduction), the machinery of which
prove them to have been invented about the time when Christianity was
first preached in these islands.
Tradition may well be named the eldest daughter of Time, and
nursing-mother of the Muses—the fruitful parent of that
very learning which would, in the cruel spirit of its pedantry
and malice, make her the sacrifice while it lays claim to the
inheritance. What is learning but a laborious, often ill-drawn,
and almost invariably partial deduction from facts which
tradition has first collected? When we consider in whose hands
learning has been, almost ever since its creation; the uses which
have been made of it by priests and politicians; by poets,
orators, and flatterers; by controversialists and designing
historians;—how commonly has it been perverted to abuse the
very senses of mankind, and to give a bias to their thoughts and
feelings, only to mislead and to betray! Let the evidence be well
compared, and a view taken of the respective amounts of doubt and
certainty which appertain to human history as it appears in
written records; and it will be seen that, to verify any given
fact, so as to prevent the possibility of doubt, we must throw
aside our reverence for the scholar's pen and the midnight lamp,
which seem, like the faculty of speech, only given to men, as the
witty Frenchman observed, "to conceal their thoughts." This
comparative process is precisely what has been adopted by M.L.
Petit Radel in his new theory upon the origin of Greece. "Not
satisfied with the mythological equivocation and contradictory
statements which till now have perplexed the question, after a
residence of ten years this learned man returns with a new
theory, which would destroy all our received ideas, and carry the
civilisation and cradle of the Greeks much beyond the time and
place that have till now been supposed. It is their very
architecture that M. Petit Radel interrogates, and its passive
testimony serves as a basis to his system. He has visited,
compared, and meditated on the unequivocal vestiges of more than
one hundred and fifty antique citadels, altogether neglected by
the Greek and Roman authors. Their form and construction serve
him, with the aid of ingenious reasoning, to prove that Greece
was civilised a long time before the arrival of the Egyptian
colonies. He does not despair of tracing back the descent of the
Greeks to the Hyperborean nations, always by the analogy of their
structures, which, by a singular identity, are found also among
the Phoenicians. The Institute have pronounced the following
judgment upon his theory:—'If the developments which remain
to be given to us suffice to gain the votes of the learned, and
induce them to adopt this theory as demonstrated truth, M. L.
Petit Radel may flatter himself with having made in history a
discovery truly worthy to occupy a place in the progress of human
genius.'"
Thus the very time in which a living historian of England has
chosen to inflict an impotent blow, from the leaden sceptre of
Johnsonian criticism, upon all facts which claim an existence
anterior to the invention of books, appears pregnant with a
discovery of a method of investigating the most remote eras,
which presupposes an inherent spirit of fallacy and falsehood in
all written records of their existence.
About three hundred years after the era of the Olympiads, the
first date of authentic history, Herodotus astonished his
countrymen by the writings he brought forth. Who kept the records
out of which his work was elaborated ere he was ready to stamp the
facts with the only seal which our modern historians will
acknowledge or allow? Tradition doubtless was his guide, which
the learned themselves complain of as the source of what they
term his errors and his fables. But the voice of tradition has
often reinstated his claims to our belief, where it had been
suspended either by ignorance or pretensions to superior
knowledge. A modern traveller found, in one of the isles of the
Grecian Archipelago, undoubted vestiges of a state of society
similar to that of the Amazons. The order of the sexes was wholly
inverted. The wife ruled the husband, and his and her kindred,
with uncontrolled and unsparing rigour, sanctioned and even
commanded by the laws. Yet the very existence of any such people
as the Amazons of ancient history has not only been questioned,
but denied. Learning has proved it to be impossible.
The Marquess of Hastings told the Rev. Mr Swan, chaplain of
the Cambrian, that he had found the germ of fact from which many
of the most incredible tales in ancient history had grown during
his stay in India. One instance only we would relate. A Grecian
author mentions a people who had only one leg. An embassy from
the interior was conducted into the presence of the viceroy, and
he could by no persuasion prevail upon the obsequious minister to
use more than one of his legs, though he stood during the whole
of a protracted audience.
But there are other forces now drawing into the field to
support the long-neglected claims of tradition. Etymology, which
professed to settle doubts by an appeal to the elementary sounds
of words, was banished from the politer and more influential
circles of English learning by a decree as arbitrary as that
pronounced on the poems of Ossian. It has come back with a new
commission and under a new title;—Ethnography is the name
given by our continental neighbours to this new science, which,
in its future developments, may bring to light some of the most
obscure and important circumstances affecting the human race,
from its origin through every succeeding epoch of its existence.
The distinguishing object of this inquiry is to identify the
fortunes, migrations, and changes of the human family as to
situation, policy, religion, agriculture, and arts, by comparing
the terms supplied by or introduced into the language of any one
country with the names of the same objects in every other. There
would be no such thing as chance in nature could we know the laws
which determine every separate accident. In like manner there
will scarcely be any doubt respecting the primitive history of
man when this new science shall have accumulated and revealed all
the treasures which it may be enabled to appropriate. An
agreement in the primitive term which any object of cultivation,
physical or moral, bears among many different tribes, spread over
many and far-distant regions, will be considered as the best
evidence of one common origin. Disagreement in a similar case,
accompanied with a great variety of terms of considerable
dissonance, will be equally conclusive as to the object being
indigenous or of a multifarious origin.
Already has Balbi, in his Ethnographic Atlas, given us a list
of names and coincidences to an extent truly astonishing. Yet
what is this, in fact, but a judicious use of Bacon's old but
much-neglected rule of questioning nature about facts instead of
theories—examining evidences ere rhetoric had made language
one vast heap of implied falsehood?
In a court
of inquiry we examine witnesses as to facts, not opinions. But
the historian reads mankind in cities; the philosopher in the
clouds. He who is anxious for the truth should look abroad on the
plains or in the woods, where man's first prerogative, the giving
of names, was exercised. His knowledge of nature must be
wretchedly imperfect who thinks that no grand outline of truth
can possibly exist in the dim records of human recollection ere
the pen of the scholar was employed to depict the scenes that
opinion or prejudice had created. How many pages of Clarendon's,
Hume's, or even Robertson's history would be cancelled if we had
access to all the recollections of each event, and the evidence
of the unlettered vulgar who had witnessed the fact brought to
our notice, even through the mouthpiece of tradition!
There is more truth than comes to the surface in that speech
put into the lips of the father of lies by a late poet, where he
says—
"The Bible's your book—history mine."
Savigny makes the same charge against one class of historians
in his own country:—"However discordant," says he, "their
other doctrines may appear, they agree in the practice of
adopting each a particular system, and in viewing all historical
evidence as so many proofs of its truth."
Were it not for that contempt we have already noticed as the
offspring of pride and dogmatism, and which, in the
administration of the republic of letters, has been entertained
and openly proclaimed for every kind of history except that which
its own acts may have originated, we should have been in
possession of thousands of facts and notions now overlaid and
lost irrecoverably to the philosopher and the historian.
The origin and the progress of nations, next after the school
divinity of the Middle Ages, has occasioned the most copious
outpouring of conjectural criticism. The simple mode of research
suggested by the works of Verstegan, Camden, and Spelman would,
long before this time, have made the early history of the British
tribes as clear as it is now obscure. Analogies in the primary
sounds of each dialect; similarity or difference in regard to
objects of the first, or of a common necessity; rules or laws for
the succession of property, which are as various as the tribes
which overran the empire; the nature, agreement, or dissimilarity
in religious worship with those vestiges of its ritual and
celebration which, by the "pious frauds" and connivance of the
early church, still lurk in the pastimes of our rural
districts:—the new science of which we have spoken, by
taking cognisance of these and all other existing sources of
legitimate investigation, will settle the source and affinities
of nations upon a plan as much superior to that of Grotius and
his school as fact and reason exceed the guess-work of the
theorist and the historian. Meantime we would cite a few examples
that illustrate and bear more particularly on the subject to
which our inquiries have been directed.
Nothing seems at first sight more difficult than to establish
a community of origin between the gods of Olympus and those of
the Scandinavian mythology. The attempt has often been made, and
each time with increased success. Observe the process adopted in
this interesting inquiry.
"Every country in Europe has invested its popular fictions
with the same
common marvels—all acknowledge the agency of the lifeless
productions of nature; the intervention of the same supernatural
machinery; the existence of elves, fairies, dwarfs, giants,
witches, and enchanters; the use of spells, charms, and amulets,
and all those highly-gifted objects, of whatever form or name,
whose attributes refute every principle of human experience,
which are to conceal the possessor's person, annihilate the
bounds of space, or command a gratification of all our wishes.
These are the constantly-recurring types which embellish the
popular tale: which have been transferred to the more laboured
pages of romance; and which, far from owing their first
appearance in Europe to the Arabic conquest of Spain, or the
migrations of Odin to Scandinavia, are known to have been current
on its eastern verge long anterior to the era of legitimate
history. The Nereids of antiquity, the daughters of the 'sea-born
seer,' are evidently the same with the mermaids of the British
and northern shores. The inhabitants of both are fixed in crystal
caves or coral palaces beneath the waters of the ocean; they are
alike distinguished for their partialities to the human race, and
their prophetic powers in disclosing the events of futurity. The
Naiads differ only in name from the Nixen of Germany and
Scandinavia (Nisser), or the water-elves of our countrymen.
Ælfric and the Nornæ, who wove the web of life, and
sang the fortunes of the illustrious Helga, are but the same
companions who attended Ilithyia at the births of Iamos and
Hercules," the venerable Parcæ of antiquity.
The Russian Rusalkis are of the same family. The
man-in-the-moon has found a circulation throughout the world.
"The clash of elements in the thunder-storm was ascribed in
Hellas to the rolling chariot-wheels of Jove, and in the
Scandinavian mythology to the ponderous waggon of the Norwegian
Thor."
To the above extract, which is taken from the excellent
preface by the editor to Wharton's History of English
Poetry, may be added the number of high peaks bearing the
name of Tor or Thor, seen more especially on both coasts of
Devonshire, and which are supposed to signalise the places of his
worship.[6] From the same source may
be derived affinities equally strong between the Highland Urisks,
the Russian Leschies, the Pomeranian or Wendish Berstucs, and the
Panes and Panisci who presided over the fields and forests of
Arcadia. The mountains of Germany and Scandinavia are under the
governance of a set of metallurgic divinities, who agree with the
Cabiri, Hephæsti, Telchines, and Idæan Dactyli. The
Brownies and Fairies are of the same kindred as the Lares of
Latium. "The English Puck, the Scottish Bogle, the French Esprit
Follet, or Goblin, the Gobelinus of monkish Latinity, and the
German Kobold, are only varied names for the Grecian Kobalus,
whose sole delight consisted in perplexing the human race, and
calling up those harmless terrors that constantly hover round the
minds of the timid." "The English and Scottish terms, 'Puck,'
'Bogle', are the same as the German 'Spuk' and the Danish
'Spogelse,' without the sibilant aspiration. These words are
general names for any kind of spirit, and correspond to the
'pouk' of Piers Ploughman. In Danish 'spog' means a joke, trick, or prank,
and hence the character of Robin Goodfellow. In Iceland Puki is
regarded as an evil sprite; and in the language of that country,
'at pukra' means both to make a murmuring noise and to steal
clandestinely. The names of these spirits seem to have originated
in their boisterous temper—'spuken,' Germ. to make a noise:
'spog,' Dan. obstreperous mirth; 'pukke,' Dan. to boast, scold.
The Germans use 'pochin' in the same figurative sense, though
literally it means to strike, beat; and is the same with our
poke."
However varied in name, the persons and attributes of these
immaterial beings have no variance which will not readily be
accounted for by the difference of climate, territorial surface,
and any priority that one tribe had gained over another in the
march of mind. The relics of such a system were much more
abundant half-a-century ago, and many a tale of love and
violence, garnished with the machinery of that mythos,
might have been gleaned from the unwritten learning of the
people. Who would expect to find amongst the rudest of the Irish
peasantry—whose ancestors never knew the use of letters,
and by whom, even down to living generations, the English tongue
has not been spoken—a number of fictions, amongst the rest
the tale of Cupid and Psyche—closely corresponding to that
of the Greeks?[7] Who that has been a child does not recollect
the untiring delight with which he listened to those ingenious
arithmetical progressions, reduced to poetry, called "The
House that Jack built," and the perils of "The Old Woman
with the Pig?" Few even of those in riper years would suspect
their Eastern origin. In the Sepher Haggadah there is an
ancient parabolical hymn, in the Chaldee language, sung by the
Jews at the feast of the Passover, and commemorative of the
principal events in the history of that people. For the following
literal translation we are indebted to Dr Henderson, the
celebrated orientalist:—
"1. A kid, a kid my father bought,
For two pieces of money.
A kid, a kid.
"2. Then came the cat, and ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two pieces of money.
A kid, a kid.
"3. Then came the dog, and bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two pieces of money.
A kid, a
kid.
"4. Then came the staff, and beat the
dog,
That bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two pieces of money.
A kid, a
kid.
"5. Then came the fire, and burnt the
staff,
That beat the dog,
That bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two
pieces of money.
A kid, a kid.
"6. Then came the water, and quenched the
fire,
That burnt the staff,
That beat the dog,
That bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two
pieces of money.
A kid, a kid.
"7. Then came the ox, and drank the
water,
That quenched the fire,
That burnt the staff,
That beat the dog,
That bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two
pieces of money.
A kid, a kid.
"8. Then came the butcher, and slew the
ox,
That drank the water,
That quenched the fire,
That burnt the staff,
That beat the dog,
That bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two
pieces of money,
A kid, a kid.
"9. Then came the angel of death, and killed
the butcher,
That slew the ox.
That drank the
water,
That quenched the fire,
That burnt the staff,
That beat the dog,
That bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two pieces of money.
A kid, a kid.
"10. Then came the Holy One, blessed be
He!
And killed the angel of death,
That killed the butcher,
That slew the
ox,
That drank the water,
That quenched
the fire,
That burnt the staff,
That beat the dog,
That bit the cat,
That ate the kid,
That my father bought,
For two pieces of money.
A kid, a kid."
The following is the interpretation by P.N. Leberecht,
Leipzig, 1731.
"1.—The kid, which was one of the pure animals, denotes
the Hebrews.
"The father, by whom it was purchased, is Jehovah, who
represents himself as sustaining this relation to the Hebrew
people.
"The two pieces of money signify Moses and Aaron, through
whose mediation the Hebrews were brought out of Egypt.
"2.—The cat denotes the Assyrians, by whom the ten
tribes were carried into captivity.
"3.—The dog is symbolical of the Babylonians.
"4.—The staff signifies the Persians.
"5.—The fire indicates the Grecian empire under
Alexander the Great.
"6.—The water betokens the Roman, or the fourth of the
great monarchies to whose dominion the Jews were subjected.
"7—- The ox is a symbol of the Saracens, who subdued
Palestine, and brought it under the caliphate.
"8.—The butcher that killed the ox denotes the
Crusaders, by whom the Holy Land was wrested out of the hands of
the Saracens.
"9.—The angel of death signifies the Turkish power, by
which the land of Palestine was taken from the Franks, and to
which it is still subject.
"10.—The commencement of the tenth stanza is designed to
show that God will take signal vengeance on the Turks,
immediately after whose overthrow the Jews are to be restored to
their own land, and live under the government of their
long-expected Messiah."
To return to illustrations less remote, and of a more familiar
nature:—
An ill-bred. Londoner calls a shilling a hog, and
half-a-crown a bull. He little knows what havoc he is
making with our modern theorists, who assert that nothing is
worthy of belief, or ought to be relied upon, before the era of
"legitimate" or written "history." These terms corroborate and
identify themselves with the most ancient of traditionary
customs, long ere princes had monopolised the surface of coined
money with their own images and superscriptions. They are
identical with the very name of money among the early Romans,
which was pecunia, from pecus, a flock. Among the
same people, it is well known, the word stipulatio
signified the striking of a bargain, which was done by placing
two straws, stipes, one across the other. The same mode is
practised to this day in the Isle of Man, existing, in all
probability, from a period earlier than the foundation of Rome
itself. Is the coincidence accidental or traditional? If the latter, what a
history it tells of the migration of the species!
How much might be written of amulets, cups, and horns of
magical power, from the divining cup of Genesis to the Amalthean
horns, and the goblet of Oberon, which he gave to Huon of
Bordeaux, the supernatural power of which, passing into an
hundred shapes of fiction, may be found in our baronial
halls—a pledge, to a certain extent, like the
invulnerability of Achilles, of the good fortune of its
possessor. It is wonderful that Shakespeare, who is so happy in
the verisimilitude of his fairy lore, and so apt to embellish his
plot with its mythology, should not have thought of causing the
king-making Earl of Warwick to lose the horn of that prodigious
cow—no doubt one of those guardian pledges bestowed upon
his family—by way of presage to his fall. Deer's antlers,
there can be little doubt, were placed in the halls of our
forefathers, a votive offering to the Diana of the Scandinavian
Pantheon; as it was the custom in like manner to ornament the
temples with the heads of sacrificial victims in the Greek and
Roman worship. The eagerness of our sportsmen for the "brush," as
the first trophy in the chase, has in all probability originated
from the same propitiatory notion.
Few would expect to meet with fragments of the worship of Juno
in the racing of country girls for an inner garment, and the
hunting of the pig with his tail greased; yet practised, but
rapidly becoming obsolete, in wakes and other pastimes from
Scotland to the Land's End.
Thus far we have examined tradition by the test of positive
experience. There is still a gleaning of poetry which might be
culled, in some few districts, from the "lyre of the unlettered
muse." There are songs scattered up and down our own and the
neighbouring counties among the population least affected by the
spread of literature which are of great antiquity, and are not to
be found in any books or writings now extant. A few of these
might be gathered in; while to some, who love the tone and humour
of the old ballads, they would be an acquisition of great value.
But the intercourse between master and man, between town and
country, and even amongst the learned themselves, becomes so cold
and repulsive, either from increasing refinement or reserve, that
there seems little hope of our finding any one who will take the
trouble to collect them, or a sufficient number of real admirers
of these relics who would come forward to ensure a suitable
reward for the labour. We are sorely disgraced among foreigners
for inattention to the course and progress of our own learning.
No work exists, like those which illustrate and embellish the
French, Italian, and German literature, which professes to give a
summary view of its history. The knowledge of its antiquities,
its customs, manners, laws, modes of feeling, and pursuits,
except in the instances before mentioned, and a few other
praiseworthy exceptions, have been shamefully obscured by an
eagerness for supporting a system, the ridiculous rivalry of
pretence, and by the discredit thrown upon such labours by modern
pedantry. A new version of Camden, rectified by all the
discoveries subsequent to his time;—that which is found
useless or erroneous left out, and the work enlightened by new
researches, entered into by a number of inquirers equal in all
respects to the task, and exerted over every part of the country,
would very much aid the cause of learning and the future progress
of our knowledge.
The following
traditions, we would fain hope, will not be found quite destitute
of utility. They are some addition to our existing stock of
knowledge, either as illustrating English history, manners, and
customs now obsolete, or as a collection of legends, having truth
for their basis, however disfigured in their transmission through
various modifications of error, the natural obscurity arising
from distance, and the distorted media through which they must
necessarily be viewed. Perhaps a main source of this inaccuracy
arises from the many and heterogeneous uses to which the
breakings up, the fragments of tradition have been subjected and
applied. Like those detached yet beautiful remnants of antiquity,
built up with other and absolutely worthless materials in the
rude structures of the barbarian by whom they have been
disfigured, traditions are generally presented to us torn from
their original connection with edifices once renowned for beauty
and magnificence. It is our wish, as it has been our aim, to
rescue these ruins from degradation and decay. Gathered from many
an uninviting heap of chaotic matter, they are now presented in a
different form, and under a more popular aspect. We cannot
pretend to say that we have invariably assigned to them their
true origin, or that their real character and position have been
ascertained. Still, we would hope, that, as relics of the past
rescued from the oblivion to which they were inevitably
hastening, they are not either an uninteresting or inelegant
addition to the literature of our country.