Born: Marcus Tullius Cicero, B.C. 107; Douglas Jerrold, 1803.
Died: Jeremiah Horrox, mathematician, 1641; George Monk, Duke of
Albemarle, 1670; Josiah Wedgwood, 1795; Charles Robert Maturin, novelist, 1842;
Eliot Warburton, historical novelist, 1852.
Feast Day: St. Peter Balsam martyr, 311; St. Anterus, pope, 235 St.
Gordius, martyr; St. Genevi�ve, virgin.
ST. GENEVI�VE
Sainte Genevi�ve, who has occupied, from the time of her death to the present
day, the distinguished position of Patroness Saint of the city of Paris, lived in
the fifth century, when Christianity, under corrupted forms, was contending with
paganism for domination over the
minds of rude and warlike races of men. Credible facts of this early period are
few, obscure, and not easily separated from the fictions with which they have been
combined; but the following principal events of the life of St. Genevi�ve may be
taken as probably authentic: She was
born in the year 422, at Nanterre, a village about four miles from Paris. At the
early age of seven years she was consecrated to the service of religion by St. Germanus, bishop of Auxerre, who happened to pass
through the village, and was struck with
her devotional manners. At the age of fifteen years she received the veil from the
hands of the Archbishop of Paris, in which city she afterwards resided. By strict
observance of the services of the Church, and by the practice of those austerities
which were then regarded as the
surest means of obtaining the blessedness of a future state, she acquired a
reputation for sanctity which gave her considerable influence over the rulers and
leaders of the people.
When the Franks under Clovis had subdued the city of Paris, her solicitations are
said to have moved the conqueror to acts of clemency and generosity. The miracles
ascribed to St. Genevi�ve may be passed over as hardly likely to obtain much
credence in the present age. The
date of her death has been fixed on January 3rd, 512, five months after
the decease of king Clovis. She was buried near him in the church of St, Peter and
St. Paul, since named the church of Sainte Genevieve. The present handsome
structure was completed in 1764. During
the revolutionary period it was withdrawn from the services of religion, and named
the Pantheon, but has since been restored to ecclesiastical uses and to its former
name of Sainte Genevieve. Details of her life are given in Bollandus's 'Acta
Sanctorum,' and in Butler's 'Lives
of the Saints.'
MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO
Cicero, like nearly every other great man, gives in his life a testimony to the
value and necessity of diligent culture of the mind for the attainment of
eminence. His education for oratory was most laborious. He himself declared that
no man ought to pretend to the character
of an orator without being previously acquainted with everything worth knowing in
nature and art, as eloquence unbased upon knowledge is no better than the prattle
of a child. He was six-and-twenty before e considered himself properly
accomplished for his profession. ' He had
learned the rudiments of grammar and languages from the ablest teachers; gone
through the studies of humanity and the politer letters with the poet Archias;
been instructed in philosophy by the principal professors of each sect�Phaedrus
the Epicurean, Philo the Academic, and
Diodotus the Stoic; acquired a perfect knowledge of the law from the greatest
lawyers as well as the greatest statesmen of Rome, the two Scaevolas; all which
accomplishments were but ministerial and subservient to that on which his hopes
and ambition were singly placed, the
reputation of an orator.
To qualify himself therefore for this, he attended the pleadings of all the
speakers of his time; heard the daily lectures of the most eminent orators of
Greece, and was perpetually composing somewhat at home, and declaiming under their
correction; and, that he might neglect
nothing which might in any degree help to improve and polish his style, he spent
the intervals of his leisure in the company of the ladies; especially of those who
were remarkable for a politeness of language, and whose fathers had been
distinguished by a fame and reputation for
eloquence. While he studied the law, therefore, under Scaevola the augur, he
frequently conversed with his wife Laelia, whose discourse, he says, was tinctured
with all the elegance of her father Laelius, the politest speaker of his age: he
was acquainted politest with her
daughter Mucia, who married the great orator Lucius Crassus; and with her
granddaughters the two Liciniae, who all excelled in that delicacy of the Latin
tongue which was peculiar to their families, and valued themselves on preserving
and propagating it to their posterity.'�Melmoth's
Life of Cicero.
GENERAL MONK
The most curious portion of Monk's private history is his marriage to Anne,
daughter of John Clarges, a farrier in the Savoy in the Strand. She was first
married to Thomas Radford, late farrier: they lived at the Three Spanish Gipsies
in the New Exchange, Strand, and sold
wash-balls, powder, gloves, &c., and she taught plain work to girls. In 1647
she became seamstress to Monk, and used to carry him linen. In 1649 she and her
husband fell out and parted; but no certificate of any parish-register appears
recording his burial. In 1652 she was
married at the Church of St. George, Southwark, to General Monk, though it is said
her first husband was living at the time. In the following year she was delivered
of a son, Christopher, who 'was suckled by Honour Mills, who sold apples, herbs,
oysters, &c.'
The father of 'Nan Clarges,' according to Aubrey's Lives (written about
1680), had his forge upon the site of No. 317, on the north side of the Strand.
'The shop is still of that trade,' says Aubrey; 'the corner shop, the first
turning, on y� right hand, as you come out
the Strand into Drury Lane: the house is now built of brick.' The house alluded to
is believed to be that at the right-hand corner of Drury Court, now a butcher's.
The adjoining house, in the court, is now a whitesmith's, with a forge, &c.
Nan's mother was one of Five Women
Barbers, celebrated in her time. Nan is described by Clarendon as a person ' of
the lowest extraction, without either wit or beauty; 'and Aubrey says 'she was not
at all handsome nor cleanly,' and that she was seamstress to Monk, when he was
imprisoned in the Tower.
She is known to have had great control and authority over him. Upon his being
raised to a dukedom, and her becoming Duchess of Albemarle, her father, the
farrier, is said to have raised a Maypole in the Strand, nearly opposite his
forge, to commemorate his daughter's good
fortune. She died a few days after the Duke, and is interred by his side in Henry
the Seventh's Chapel, Westminster Abbey. The Duke was succeeded by his son,
Christopher, who married Lady Elizabeth Cavendish, grand-daughter of the Duke of
Newcastle, and died childless. The
Duchess' brother, Thomas Clarges, was a physician of note; was created a baronet
in 1674, and was ancestor to the baronets; whence is named Clarges Street,
Piccadilly.
JOSIAH WEDGWOOD
Josiah Wedgwood, celebrated for his valuable improvements in the
manufacture of earthenware, was born July 12
th 1730, at Burslem, in Stafford-shire, where his father and
others of the family had for many years been employed in the potteries. At the
early age of eleven years, his father being then dead, he worked as a thrower in a
pottery belonging to his elder brother; and he continued to be thus employed till
disease in his right leg compelled
him to relinquish the potter's wheel, and ultimately to have the limb cut off
below the knee.
He then began to occupy himself in making imitations of agates, jaspers, and
other coloured stones, by combining metallic oxides with different clays, which he
formed into knife-handles, small boxes, and ornaments for the mantelpiece. After
various movements in business, he
finally settled in a pottery of his own, at Burslem, where he continued for a time
to make the small ornamental articles which had first brought him into notice, but
by degrees began to manufacture fine earthenware for the table. He was successful,
and took a second manufactory,
where he made white stoneware; and then a third, where he produced a delicate
cream-coloured ware, of which he presented some articles to Queen Charlotte, who
was so well pleased with them and with a complete service which he executed by
order, that she appointed him her potter.
The new kind of earthenware, under the name of Queen's ware, became fashionable,
and orders from the nobility and gentry flowed in upon him. He took into
partnership Mr. Bentley, son of the celebrated Dr. Bentley, and opened a warehouse
in London, where the goods were
exhibited and sold. Mr. Bentley, who was a man of learning and taste, and had a
large circle of acquaintance among men of rank and science, superintended the
business in the metropolis. Wedgwood's operations in earthenware and stoneware
included the production of various articles
of ornament for the cabinet, the drawing-room, and the boudoir. To facilitate the
conveyance of his goods, as well as of materials required for the manufacture, he
contributed a large sum towards the formation of the Trent and Mersey Canal, which
was completed in 1770. On the
bank of this canal, while it was in progress, he erected, near Stoke, a large
manufactory and a handsome mansion for his own residence, and there he built the
village of Etruria, consisting chiefly of the habitations of his workmen. He died
there on the 3rd of January
1795, in the 65th year of his age. He was married, and had several
children.
To Wedgwood originally, and to him almost exclusively during a period of more
than thirty years, Great Britain was indebted for the rapid improvement and vast
extension of the earthen-ware manufacture. During the early part of his life
England produced only brown pottery and
common articles of white earthenware for domestic use. The finer wares for the
opulent classes of society, as well as porcelain, were imported from Holland,
Germany, and France. He did not extend his operations to the manufacture of
porcelain�the kaolin, or china-clay, not having
been discovered in Cornwall till he was far advanced in life; but his earthenware
were of such excellence in quality, in form, and in beauty of ornamentation, as in
a great degree to supersede the foreign china-wares, not only in this country, but
in the markets of the civilized
world.
Wedgwood's success was the result of experiments and trials, conducted with
persevering industry on scientific principles. He studied the chemistry of the
aluminous, silicious, and alkaline earths, colouring substances, and glazes, which
he employed. He engaged the most
skilful artisans and artists, and superintended assiduously the operations of the
work-shop and the kiln. In order to ascertain and regulate the heat of his
furnaces, he invented a pyrometer, by which the higher degrees of temperature
might he accurately measured: it consisted of
small cylinders of pure white clay, with an apparatus which showed the degrees of
diminution in length which the cylinders underwent from the action of the fire.
Besides the manufacture of the superior kinds of earthenware for the table and
domestic purposes, he produced a great
variety of works of fine art, such as imitations of cameos, intaglios, and other
antique gems, vases, urns, busts, medallions, and other objects of curiosity and
beauty. His imitations of the Etruscan vases gained him great celebrity, and were
purchased largely. He also executed
fifty copies of the Portland vase, which were sold for fifty guineas each.
DOUGLAS JERROLD
No one that has seen Douglas Jerrold can ever forget him�a tiny
round-shouldered man, with a pale aquiline visage, keen bright grey eyes, and a
profusion of iron-brown hair; usually rather taciturn (though with a
never-ceasing play of eye and lips) till an opportunity occurred for shooting
forth one of those flashes of wit which made him the conversational chief of his
day.
The son of a poor manager haunting Sheerness, Jerrold owed little to education or
early connection. He entered life as a midshipman, but early gravitated into a
London literary career. His first productions were plays, whereof one, based on
the ballad of 'Black-eyed Susan'
(written when the author was scarce twenty), obtained such success as redeemed
theatres and made theatrical reputations, and yet Jerrold never realised from it
above seventy pounds. He also wrote novels, but his chief productions were
contributions to periodicals. In this walk he
had for a long course of years no superior. His 'Caudle Lectures,'
contributed to Punch, were perhaps the most attractive series of articles that
ever appeared in any periodical work.
The drollery of his writings, though acknowledged to be great, would not perhaps
have made Douglas Jerrold the remarkable power he was, if he had not also
possessed such a singular strain of colloquial repartee. In his day, no man in the
metropolis was one half so noted for
the brilliancy and originality of his sayings. Jerrold's wit proved itself to be,
unlike Sheridan's, unpremeditated, for his best sayings were answers to remarks of
others; often, indeed, they consisted of clauses or single words deriving their
significancy from their connection
with what another person had said. Seldom or never did it consist of a pun or
quibble. Generally, it derived its value from the sense lying under it. Always
sharp, often caustic, it was never morose or truly ill-natured. Jerrold was, in
reality, a kind-hearted man, full of
feeling and tenderness; and of true goodness and worth, talent and accomplishment,
he was ever the hearty admirer.
Specimens of conversational wit apart from the circumstances which produced them,
are manifestly placed at a great disadvantage; yet some of Jerrold's good things
bear repetition in print. His definition of dogmatism as 'puppyism come to
maturity,' might be printed by itself
in large type and put upon a church-door, without suffering any loss of point.
What he said on passing the flamingly uxorious epitaph put up by a famous cook on
his wife's tomb�'Mock Turtle!' �might equally have been placed on the tomb itself
with perfect preservation of its
poignancy. Similarly independent of all external aid is the keenness of his answer
to a fussy clergyman, who was ex-pressing opinions very revolting to Jerrold,--to
the effect that the real evil of modern times was the surplus population� 'Yes,
the surplice population.' It is
related that a prosy old gentleman, meeting him as he was passing at his usual
quick pace along Regent Street, poised himself into an attitude, and began: 'Well,
Jerrold, my dear boy. what is going on?' 'I am,' said the wit, instantly shooting
off. Such is an example of the brief
fragmentary character of the wit of Jerrold. On another occasion it consisted of
but a mono-syllable. It was at a dinner of artists, that a barrister present,
having his health drunk in connection with the law, began an embarrassed answer by
saying he did not see how the law
could be considered as one of the arts, when Jerrold jerked in the word ' black,'
and threw the company into convulsions. A bore in company remarking how charmed he
was with the Prodigue, and that there was one particular song which always quite
carried him away,�' Would that I
could sing it!' ejaculated the wit.
What a profound rebuke to the inner consciousness school of modern poets there is
in a little occurrence of Jerrold's life connected with a volume of the writings
of Robert Browning! When recovering from a violent fit of sickness, he had been
ordered to refrain from all
reading and writing, which he had obeyed wonderfully well, although he found the
monotony of a seaside life very trying to his active mind. One morning he had been
left by Mrs. Jerrold alone, while she had gone shopping, and during her absence a
parcel of books from London
arrived. Among them was Browning's 'Sordello,' which he commenced to read. Line
after line, and page after page was devoured by the convalescent wit, but not a
consecutive idea could he get from that mystic production. The thought then struck
him that he had lost his reason
during his illness, and that he was so imbecile that he did not know it. A
perspiration burst from his brow, and he sat silent and thoughtful. When his wife
returned, he thrust the mysterious volume into her hands, crying out, 'Read this,
my dear!' After several attempts to make
any sense out of the first page or so, she returned it, saying, 'Bother the
gibberish! I don't understand a word of it!' 'Thank Heaven,' cried the delighted
wit; 'then I am not an idiot!
His winding up a review of Wordsworth's poems was equally good. 'He reminds me,'
said Jerrold,' of the Beadle of Parnassus, strutting about in a cocked hat, or, to
be more poetical, of a modern Moses, who sits on Pisgah with his back obstinately
turned to that promised land
the Future; he is only fit for those old maid tabbies, the Muses! His Pegasus is a
broken-winded hack, with a grammatical bridle, and a monosyllabic; bit between his
teeth!'
Mr. Blanchard Jerrold, in his Life of his father, groups a few additional good
things which will not here be considered superfluous. 'A dinner is discussed.
Douglas Jerrold listens quietly, possibly tired of dinners, and declining pressing
invitations to be present. In a few
minutes he will chime in, "If an earthquake were to engulf England tomorrow,
the English would manage to meet and dine somewhere among the rubbish, just to
celebrate the event." A friend drops in, and walks across the smoking-room to
Douglas Jerrold's chair. The friend wants to
rouse Mr. Jerrold's sympathies in behalf of a mutual acquaintance who is in want
of a round sum of money. But this mutual friend has already sent his hat about
among his literary brethren on more than one occasion. Mr. ---'s hat is becoming
an institution, and friends were
grieved at the indelicacy of the proceeding. On the occasion to which I now refer
the bearer of the hat was received by my father with evident dissatisfaction.
"Well," said Douglas Jerrold, "how much does � want this
time?" "Why, just a four and two noughts will, I think, put him
straight," the bearer of the hat replied. Jerrold�"Well, put me down for
one of the noughts." "The Chain of Events," playing at the Lyceum
Theatre, is mentioned. "Humph!" says Douglas Jerrold. "I'm afraid
the manager will find it a door chain, strong enough to keep everybody out
of the house." Then some somewhat lackadaisical young members drop in. They
assume that the Club is not sufficiently west; they hint at something near
Pall-Mall, and a little more style. Douglas Jerrold rebukes them. " No, no,
gentlemen; not near Pall-Mall: we might catch
coronets." A stormy discussion ensues, during which a, gentleman rises to
settle the matter in dispute. Waving his hands majestically over the excited
disputants, he begins: "Gentlemen, all I want is common sense."
"Exactly," says Douglas Jerrold, "that is precisely what you do
want." The discussion is lost in a burst of laughter. The talk lightly passes
to the writings of a certain Scot. A member holds that the Scot's name should be
handed down to a grateful posterity. Douglas Jerrold� "I quite agree with you
that he should have an itch in the Temple
of Fame." Brown drops in. Brown is said by all his friends to be the toady of
Jones. The assurance of Jones in a room is the proof that Brown is in the passage.
When Jones has the influenza, Brown dutifully catches a cold in the head. Douglas
Jerrold to Brown�" Have you heard the
rumour that's flying about town?" "No." "Well, they say Jones
pays the dog tax for you." Douglas Jerrold is seriously disappointed with a
certain book written by one of his friends, and has expressed his disappointment.
Friend�"I have heard you said � was the worst book I ever
wrote." Jerrold�" No, I didn't. I said it was the worst book anybody
ever wrote." A supper of sheep's-heads is proposed, and presently served. One
gentleman present is particularly enthusiastic on the excellence of the dish, and,
as he throws down his knife and fork, exclaims,
"Well, sheep's-head for over, say I!" Jerrold�"There's egotism!'
It is worth while to note the succession of the prime jokers
of London before jerrold. The series begins with King Charles II, to whom
succeeded the Earl of Dorset, after whom came the Earl of Chesterfield, who left
his
mantle to George Selwyn, whose successor
was a man he detested, Richard Brimisley
Sheridan; after whom was Jekyl, then Theodore Hook, whose successor was
Jerrold: eight in all during a term of nearly two hundred years.
INTRODUCTION OF FEMALE ACTORS
Pepys relates, in that singular chronicle of gossip, his Diary, under January 3.
1661, that he went to the theatre and saw the Beggar's Bush well performed; 'the
first time,' says he, 'that over I saw women come upon the stage.'
This was a theatre in Gibbon's Tennis Court, Vere Street, Clare Market, which had
been opened at the recent restoration of the monarchy, after the long theatrical
blank under the reign of the Puritans. It had heretofore been customary for young
men to act the female parts. All
Shakespeare's heroines were thus awkwardly enacted for the first sixty years. At
length, on the restoration of the stage, it was thought that the public might
perhaps endure the indecorum of female acting, and the venture is believed to have
been first made at this theatre on the
8th of December 1660, when a lady acted Desdemona for the first time.
Colley Cibber gives a comic traditional story regarding the time when this
fashion was coming in. 'Though women,' says he, 'were not admitted to the stage
till the return of King Charles, yet it could not be so suddenly supplied with
them, but that there was still a,
necessity, for some time, to put the handsomest young men into petticoats. which
Kynaston was said to have then worn with success; particularly in the part of
Evadne in the Maid's Tragedy, which I have heard him speak of, and which calls to
any mind a ridiculous distress that
arose from that sort of shifts which the stage was then put to. The king, coming
before his usual time to a tragedy, found the actors not ready to begin; when his
Majesty, not choosing to have as much patience as his good subjects, sent to them
to know the meaning of it; upon
which the master of the company came to the box, and rightly judging that the best
excuse for their default would be the true one, fairly told his Majesty that the
queen was not shaved yet. The king, whose good humour loved to laugh at a jest as
well as make one, accepted the
excuse, which served to divert him till the male queen could be efteminated
Kynaston was at that time so beautiful a youth, that the ladies of quality prided
them-selves in taking him with them in their coaches to Hyde Park in his
theatrical habit, after the play, which in those
days they might have sufficient time to do, because plays then were used to begin
at four o'clock.'
THE HORN BOOK
In the manuscript account books of the Archer family, quoted by -
Mr. Halliwell in his elaborate notes on Shakespeare, occurs this entry: 'Jan.:3,
1715-16, one horn-book for Mr. Eyres, 00: 00: 02.' The article referred
to as thus purchased at two-pence was one once most familiar, but now known only
as a piece of antiquity, and that rather obscurely. The remark has been very
justly made, that many books, at one time enjoying a more than usually great
circulation, are precisely those likely to
become the scarcest in a succeeding age; for example, nearly all school-books,
and, above all, a Horn-Book. Down to the time of George II, there was perhaps no
kind of book so largely and universally diffused as this said horn-book; at
present, there is perhaps no book of that
reign, of which it would be more difficult to procure a copy.
The annexed representation is copied from one given by Mr. Halliwell, as taken
from a black-letter example which was found some years ago in pulling down an old
farm-house at Middleton, in Derbyshire. A portrait of King Charles I in armour on
horseback was upon the reverse,
affording us an approximation to the date.
The horn-book was the Primer of our ancestors �their established means of
learning the elements of English literature. It consisted of a single leaf,
containing on one side the alphabet large and small�in black-letter or in
Roman�with perhaps a small regiment of monosyllables,
and a copy of the Lord's Prayer; and this leaf was usually set in a frame of wood,
with a slice of diaphanous horn in front � hence the name horn-book. Generally
there was a handle to hold it by, and this handle had usually a hole for a string,
whereby the apparatus was slung to
the girdle of the scholar. In a View of the Beau Monde, 1731, p. 52, a lady is
described as 'dressed like a child, in a bodice coat and leading-strings, with a
horn-book tied to her side.' A various kind of horn-book gave the leaf simply
pasted against a slice of horn; but the
one more generally in use was that above described. It is to it that Shenstone
alludes in his beautiful cabinet picture-poem, The Schoolmistress, where he tells
of the children, how:
Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn
secured are, To save from fingers wet the letters fair.'
It ought not to be forgotten that the alphabet on the horn-book was invariably
prefaced with a Cross: whence it came to be called the Christ Cross Row, or by
corruption the Criss Cross Row, a term which was often used instead of horn-book.
In earlier times, it is thought that a cast-leaden plate, containing the alphabet
in raised letters, was used for the instruction of the youth of England, as Sir
George Musgrave of Eden-hall possesses two carved stones which appear to have been
moulds for such a production.
MIGRATORY BOGS
On a bitter winter's night, when rain had softened the ground, and loosened such
soil as was deficient in cohesiveness, a whole mass of Irish bog or peat-moss
shifted from its place. It was on the 3rd of January 1853; and the spot
was in a wild region called Enagh
Monmore. The mass was nearly a mile in circumference, and several feet deep. On it
moved, urged apparently by the force of gravity, over sloping ground, and
continuing its strange march for twenty-four hours, when a change in the contour
of the ground brought it to rest. Its
extent of movement averaged about a quarter of a mile.
Such phenomena as these, although not frequent in occurrence, are sufficiently
numerous to deserve notice. There are in many, if not most countries, patches of
ground covered with soft boggy masses, too insecure to build upon, and not very
useful in any other way. Bogs,
mosses, quagmires, marshes, fens�all have certain points of resemblance: they are
all masses of vegetable matter, more or less mixed with earth, and moistened with
streams running through them, springs rising beneath them, or rains falling upon
them. Some are masses almost as
solid as wood, fibrous, and nearly dry; some are liquid black mud; others are
soft, green, vegetable, spongy accumulations; while the rest present intermediate
characters. Peat-bogs of the hardest kind are believed to be the result of decayed
forests, acted upon by long-continued
heat, moisture, and pressure; mosses and marshes are probably of more recent
formation, and are more thoroughly saturated with water. In most cases they fill
hollows in the ground; and if the edges of those hollows are not well-defined and
sufficiently elevated, we are very
likely to hear of the occurrence of quaking bogs and flow-mosses.
In the year 1697, at Charleville, near Limerick, a peat-bog burst its bounds.
There was heard for some time underground a noise like thunder at a great distance
or when nearly spent. Soon afterwards, the partially-dried crust of a large bog
began to move; the convexity of the
upper surface began to sink; and boggy matter flowed out at the edges. Not only
did the substance of the bog move, but it carried with it the adjacent
pasture-grounds, though separated by a large and deep ditch. The motion continued
a considerable time, and the surface rose into
undulations, but without bursting up or breaking. The pasture-land rose very high,
and was urged on with the same motion, till it rested upon a neighbouring meadow,
the whole surface of which it covered to a depth of sixteen feet. The site which
the bog had occupied was left full
of unsightly holes, containing foul water giving forth stinking vapours. It was
pretty well ascertained that this catastrophe was occasioned by long-continued
rain�not by softening the bog on which it fell, but by getting under it, and so
causing it to slide away.
England, though it has abundance of fenny or marshy land in the counties lying
west and south of the Wash, has very few such bogs as those which cover nearly
three million acres of land in Ireland. There are some spots, however, such as
Chat moss in Lancashire, which belong to
this character. Leland, who wrote in the time of Henry the Eighth, described, in
his quaint way, an outflow of this moss:
'Chat Moss brast up within a mile of Mosley Haul, and destroied much grounde
with mosse thereabout, and destroyed much fresh-water fishche thereabout, first
corrupting with stinkinge water Glasebrooke, and so Glasebrooke carried
stinkinge water and mosse into Mersey water,
and Mersey corrupted carried the roulling mosse, part to the shores of Wales,
part to the isle of Man, and some unto Ireland. And in the very top of Chateley
More, where the mosse was hyest and brake, is now a fair plaine valley as ever
in tymes paste, and a rylle runnith int,
and peaces of small trees be found in the bottom.'
Let it be remembered that this is the same Chat Moss over which the daring but
yet calculating genius of George Stephenson
carried a railway. It is amusing now to look back at the evidence given,
thirty-five years ago, before the Parliamentary
Committee on the Liverpool and Manchester Railway. Engineers of some eminence
vehemently denied the possibility of achieving the work. One of them said that no
vehicle could stand on the Moss short of the bottom; that the whole must be
scooped out, to the depth of thirty or forty
feet, and an equivalent of hard earth filled in; and that even if a railway could
be formed on the Moss, it would cost �200,000. Nevertheless Stephenson did it, and
expended only �30,000; and there is the railway, sound to the present hour. The
moss, over an area of nearly twelve
square miles, is so soft as to yield to the foot; while some parts of it are a
pulpy mass. Stephenson threw down thousands of cubic yards of firm earth, which
gradually sank, and solidified sufficiently to form his railway upon; hurdles of
heath and brushwood were laid upon the
surface, and on these the wooden sleepers. There is still a gentle kind of
undulation, as if the railway rested on a semi-fluid mass; nevertheless it is
quite secure.
Scotland has many more bogs and peat-mosses than England. They are found chiefly
in low districts, but sometimes even on the tops of the mountains. Mr. Robert
Chambers gives an account of an outburst which took place in 1629: 'In the fertile
district between Falkirk and
Stirling, there was a large moss with a little lake in the middle of it, occupying
a piece of gradually-rising ground. A highly-cultivated district of wheat-land lay
below. There had been a series of heavy rains, and the moss became overcharged
with moisture. After some days,
during which slight movements were visible on this quagmire, the whole mass began
one night to leave its native situation, and slide gently down to the low grounds.
The people who lived on these lands, receiving sufficient warning, fled and saved
their lives; but in the morning
light they beheld their little farms, sixteen in number, covered six feet deep
with liquid moss, and hopelessly lost.' �Domestic Annals of Scotland, ii.
35.
Somewhat akin to this was the flowing moss described by Pennant. It was on the
Scottish border, near the shore of the Solway. When he passed the spot during his
First Journey to Scotland in 1768, he saw it a smiling valley; on his Second
Journey, four years afterwards, it was
a dismal waste. The Solway Moss was an expanse of semi-liquid bog covering 1600
acres, and lying somewhat higher than a valley of fertile land near Netherby. So
long as the moderately hard crust near the edge was preserved, the moss did not
flow over: but on one occasion some
peat-diggers imprudently tampered with this crust; and the moss, moistened with
very heavy rain, overcame further control.
It was on the night of the 17th of November 1771, that a farmer who
lived near the Moss was suddenly alarmed by an unusual noise. The crust had given
way, and the black deluge was rolling towards his house while he was searching
with a lantern for the cause of the
noise. When he he caught sight of a small dark stream, he thought it came from his
own farm-yard dung hill, which by some strange cause had been set in motion. The
truth soon flashed upon him, however. He gave notice to his neighbors with all
expedition. Others,' said Pennant,
'received no other advice than what this Stygian tide gave them: some by its
noise, many by its entrance into their houses; and I have been assured that some
were surprised with it even in their beds. These passed a horrible night,
remaining totally ignorant of their fate, and
the cause of their calamity, till the morning, when their neighbors with
difficulty got them out through the roof.' About 300 acres of bog flowed over 400
acres of land, utterly ruining and even burying the farms, overturning the
buildings, filling some of the cottages up to the
roof, and suffocating many cattle. The stuff flowed along like thick black paint,
studded with lumps of more solid peat; and it filled every nook and crevice in its
passage. 'The disaster of a cow was so singular as to deserve mention. She was the
only one, out of eight in the
same cow-house, that was saved, after having stood sixty hours up to the neck in
mud and water. When she was relieved she did not refuse to eat, but would not
touch water, nor would even look at it without manifest signs of horror.'
The same things are going on around us at the present day. During the heavy rains
of August 1861, there was a displacement of Auehingray Moss between Slamannan and
Airdrie. A farmer, looking out one morning from his farm-door near the first-named
town, saw, to his dismay,
about twenty acres of the moss separate from its clay bottom, and float a distance
of three quarters of a mile. The sight was wonderful, but the consequences were
grievous; for a large surface of potato-ground and of arable land became covered
with the offensive visitant.
January 4th