March 6th
Born: Michael
Angelo Buonarotti, painter, sculptor, and architect,
1474, Chiusi; Francesco Guicciardini, diplomatist,
1482, Florence; Bishop Francis Atterbury, 1662,
Milton; Vice-Admiral Sir Charles Napier, 1786,
Merchistoun.
Died: Roger
Lord Grey de Ruthyn, 1352: Sir John Hawkwood, first
English general, 1393, Florence; Zachary Ursinus,
German divine, 1583, Neustadt; Philip, third Earl of
Leicester, 1693: Lord Chief Justice Sir John Holt,
1710, Redgrave; Philip, first Earl of Hardwicke, Lord
Chancellor, 1764, Wimpole; G. T. F. Raynal,
philosophical historian, 1796, Passey; the Rev. Dr.
Samuel Parr, 1825, Hatton:
George Mickle Kemp,
architect (Scott Monument), Edinburgh: Professor
Heeren, history and antiquities; Benjamin Travers,
surgeon, 1858.
Feast Day: St.
Fridolin, abbot, 538. St Baldred, of Scotland, about
608. Saints Kyneburge, Kyneswide, and Tibba, 7th
century. St. Chrodegang, bishop of Metz, 766. St. Cadroe, about 975. Colette,
virgin and abbess, 1447.
BISHOP ATTERBURY
In Atterbury we find
one of the numerous shipwrecks of history. Learned,
able, eloquent, the Bishop of Rochester lost all
through hasty, incorrect thinking, and an impetuous
and arrogant temper. He had convinced himself that the
exiled Stuart princes might be restored to the throne
by the simple process of bringing up the next heir as
a Protestant, failing to see that the contingency on
which he rested was unattainable. One, after all,
admires the courage which prompted the fiery prelate,
at the death of Queen Anne, to offer to go out in his
lawn sleeves and proclaim the son of James II, which
would have been a directly treasonable act: we must
also admit that, though he doubtless was guilty of
treason in favour of the Stuarts, the bill by which he
lost his position and was condemned to exile,
proceeded on imperfect evidence, and was a dangerous
kind of measure. To consider Atterbury as afterwards
attached to the service of the so-called
Pretender,�wasting bright faculties on the petty
intrigues of a mock court, and gradually undergoing
the stern correction of Fact and Truth for the
illusory political visions to which he had sacrificed
so much,�is a reflection not without its pathos, or
its lesson. Atterbury ultimately felt the full weight
of the desolation which he had brought upon himself.
He died at Paris, on the 15th of February 1732.
A specimen of the
dexterous wit of Atterbury in debate is related in
connection with the history of the Occasional
Conformity and Schism Bills, December 1718. On that
occasion, Lord Coningsby rebuked the Bishop for
having, the day before, assumed the character of a
prophet. 'In Scripture,' said this simple peer, 'I
find a prophet very like him, namely Balaam, who, like
the right reverend lord, drove so very furiously, that
the ass he rode upon was constrained to open his mouth
and reprove him.'
The luckless lord
having sat down, the bishop rose with a demure and
humble look, and having him, went on to say that 'the
application of Balaam to him, though severe, was
certainly very happy, the terms prophet and priest
being often promiscuously used. There wanted, however,
the application of the ass: and it seemed as if his
lordship, being the only person who had reproved him,
must needs take that character upon himself.' From
that day, Lord Coningsby was commonly recognised by
the appellation of 'Atterbury's Pad.'
G. M. KEMP
The beauty of the
monument to Sir Walter Scott at Edinburgh becomes the
more impressive when we reflect that its designer was
a man but recently emerged at the time from the
position of a working carpenter. It is a Gothic
structure, about 185 feet high, with exquisite
details, mostly taken from Melrose Abbey. Kemp's was
one of a number of competing plans, given in with the
names of the designers in sealed envelopes: so that
nothing could be more genuine than the testimony thus
paid to his extraordinary genius. In his earlier days
as a working carpenter, Kemp adopted the plan of
travelling from one great continental dom-kirk or
cathedral to another, supporting himself by his
handicraft while studying the architecture of the
building. It was wonderful how much knowledge he thus
acquired, as it were at his own hand, in the course of
a few years. He never obtained any more regular
education for his eventual profession. Kemp was a man
of modest, almost timid demeanour, very unlike one
designed to push his way in the world. After becoming
a person of note, as entrusted with the construction
of Scotland's monument to the most gifted of her sons,
he used to relate, as a curious circumstance, the only
connexion he had ever had with Scott in life.
Travelling toilsomely one hot day between Peebles and
Selkirk, with his tools over his back, he was
overtaken by a carriage containing a grey-haired
gentleman, whom he did not know. The gentleman,
observing him, stopped the carriage, and desired the
coachman to invite the wayfaring lad to a seat on the
box. He thus became the subject of a characteristic
piece of benevolence to the illustrious man with whose
name he was afterwards to meet on so different a
level.
Most sad to relate,
while the monument was in the progress of
construction, the life of the architect was cut short
by accident, he having fallen into a canal one dark
evening, in the course of his homeward walk.
MIDLENT, OR
MOTHERING SUNDAY
In the year 1864 the
6th of March is the fourth Sunday in Lent, commonly
called Midlent Sunday. Another popular name for the
day is Mothering Sunday, from an ancient observance
connected with it.
The harshness and
general painfulness of life in old times must have
been much relieved by certain simple and affectionate
customs which modern people have learned to dispense
with. Amongst these was a practice of going to see
parents, and especially the female one, on the
present, such as a cake or a trinket. A youth engaged
in this amiable act of duty was said to go
a-mothering, and thence the day itself came to be
called Mothering Sunday. One can readily imagine how,
after a stripling or maiden had gone to service, or
launched in independent housekeeping, the old bonds of
filial love would be brightened by this pleasant
annual visit, signalised, as custom demanded it should
be, by the excitement attending some novel and perhaps
surprising gift. There was also a cheering and
peculiar festivity appropriate to the day, the
prominent dish being furmety�which we have to
interpret as wheat grains boiled in sweet milk,
sugared and spiced. In the northern parts of England,
and in Scotland, there seems to have been a greater
leaning to steeped pease fried in butter, with pepper
and salt. Pancakes so composed passed by the name of
carlings: and so conspicuous was this article, that
from it Carling Sunday became a local name for the
day.
'Tid, Mid, and
Misera,
Carling, Palm, Pase-egg day,'
remains in the north
of England as an enumeration of the Sundays of Lent,
the first three terms probably taken from words in
obsolete services for the respective days, and the
fourth being the name of Midlent Sunday from the cakes
by which it was distinguished.
Herrick, in a
canzonet addressed to Dianeme, says
I'll to thee a
simnel bring,
'Gainst thou go a-mothering:
So that, when she blesses thee,
Half that blessing thou'lt give me.'
He here obviously
alludes to the sweet cake which the young person
brought to the female parent as a gift: but it would
appear that the term 'simnel' was in reality
applicable to cakes which were in use all through the
time of Lent. We are favoured by an antiquarian friend
with the following general account of
Simnel Cakes.
It is an old custom
in Shropshire and Herefordshire, and especially at
Shrewsbury, to make during Lent and Easter, and also
at Christmas, a sort of rich and expensive cakes,
which are called Simnel Cakes. They are raised cakes,
the crust of which is made of fine flour and water,
with sufficient saffron to give it a deep yellow
colour, and the interior is filled with the materials
of a very rich plum-cake, with plenty of candied lemon
peel, and other good things. They are made up very
stiff; tied up in a cloth, and boiled for several
hours, after which they are brushed over with egg, and
then baked. When ready for sale the crust is as hard
as if made of wood, a circumstance which has given
rise to various stories of the manner in which they
have at times been treated by persons to whom they
were sent as presents, and who had never seen one
before, one ordering his simnel to be boiled to soften
it, and a lady taking hers for a footstool. They are
made of different sizes, and, as may be supposed from
the ingredients, are rather expensive, some large ones
selling for as much as half-a-guinea, or even, we
believe, a guinea, while smaller ones may be had for
half-a-crown. Their form, which as well as the
ornamentation is nearly uniform, will be best
understood by the accompanying engraving, representing
largo and small cakes as now on sale in Shrewsbury.
The usage of these
cakes is evidently one of great antiquity. It appears
from one of the epigrams of the poet Herrick, that at
the beginning of the seventeenth century it was the
custom at Gloucester for young people to carry simnels
as presents to their mothers on Midlent Sunday (or
Mothering Sunday).
It appears also from
some other writers of this age, that these simnels,
like the modern ones, were boiled as well as baked.
The name is found in early English and also in very
old French, and it appears in medi�val Latin under the
form simanellus or siminellus. It is
considered to be derived from the Latin simile,
fine flour, and is usually interpreted as meaning the
finest quality of white bread made in the middle ages.
It is evidently used, however, by the medi�val writers
in the sense of a cake, which they called in Latin of
that time artocopus, which is constantly
explained by simnel in the Latin-English vocabularies.
In three of these, printed in Mr. Wright's Volume
of Vocabularies, all belonging to the fifteenth
century, we have 'Hic artocopus, anglice symnelle,'
'Hic artocopus, a symnylle,' and 'artocopus,
anglice a symnella;' and in the latter place it is
further explained by a contemporary pen-and-ink
drawing in the margin, representing the simnel as seen
from above and sideways, of which we give below a fac-simile.
It is quite evident
that it is a rude representation of a cake exactly
like those still made in Shropshire. The ornamental
border, which is clearly identical with that of the
modern cake, is, perhaps, what the authorities quoted
by Ducange v. simila, mean when they spoke of
the cake as being foliata. In the Dictionaries
of John de Garlande,
compiled at Paris in the thirteenth century, the word
simineus or simnenels, is used as the
equivalent to the Latin placent�, which are
described as cakes exposed in the windows of the
hucksters to sell to the scholars of the University
and others. We learn from Ducange that it was usual in
early times to mark the simnels with a figure of
Christ or of the Virgin Mary, which would seem to shew
that they had a religious signification. We know that
the Anglo-Saxon, and indeed the German race in
general, were in the habit of eating consecrated cakes
at their religious festivals. Our hot cross buns at
Easter are only the cakes which the pagan Saxons ate
in honour of their goddess Eastre, and from which the
Christian clergy, who were unable to prevent people
from eating, sought to expel the paganism by marking
them with the cross.
It is curious that the use of these cakes should have
been preserved so long in this locality, and still
more curious are the tales which have arisen to
explain the meaning of the name, which had been long
forgotten. Some pretend that the father of Lambert
Simnel, the well-known pretender in the reign of Henry
VII, was a baker, and the first maker of simnels, and
that in consequence of the celebrity he gained by the
acts of his son, his cakes have retained his name.
There is another story current in Shropshire, which is
much more picturesque, and which we tell as nearly as
possible in the words in which it was related to us.
Long ago there lived an honest old couple, boasting
the names of Simon and Nelly, but their surnames are
not known. It was their custom at Easter to gather
their children about them, and thus meet together once
a year under the old homestead.
The fasting season of Lent was just ending, but they
had still left some of the unleavened dough which had
been from time to time converted into bread during the
forty days. Nelly was a careful woman, and it grieved
her to waste anything, so she suggested that they
should use the remains of the Lenten dough for the
basis of a cake to regale the assembled family. Simon
readily agreed to the proposal, and further reminded
his partner that there were still some remains of
their Christmas plum pudding hoarded up in the
cupboard, and that this might form the interior, and
be an agreeable surprise to the young people when they
had made their way through the less tasty crust. So
far, all things went on harmoniously; but when the
cake was made, a subject of violent discord arose, Sim
insisting that it should be boiled, while Nell no less
obstinately contended that it should be baked.
The dispute ran from words to blows, for Nell, not
choosing to let her province in the household be thus
interfered with, jumped up, and threw the stool she
was sitting on at Sim, who on his part seized a besom,
and applied it with right good will to the head and
shoulders of his spouse. She now seized the broom, and
the battle became so warm, that it might have had a
very serious result, had not Nell proposed as a
compromise that the cake should be boiled first, and
afterwards baked. This Sim acceded to, for he had no
wish for further acquaintance with the heavy end of
the broom. Accordingly, the big pot was set on the
fire, and the stool broken up and thrown on to boil
it, whilst the besom and broom furnished fuel for the
oven. Some eggs, which had been broken in the scuffle,
were used to coat the outside of the pudding when
boiled, which gave it the shining gloss it possesses
as a cake. This new and remarkable production in the
art of confectionery became known by the name of the
cake of Simon and Nelly, but soon only the first half
of each name was alone pre-served and joined together,
and it has ever since been known as the cake of
Sim-Nel, or Simnel!
TRADITION AND TRUTH
The value of popular tradition as evidence in
antiquarian inquiries cannot be disputed, though in
every instance it should be received with the greatest
caution. A few instances of traditions, existing from
a very remote period and verified in our own days, are
worthy of notice.
On the northern coast of the Firth of Forth, near to
the town of Largo, in Fifeshire, there has existed
from time immemorial an eminence known by the name of
Norie's Law. And the popular tradition respecting this
spot, has ever been that a great warrior, the leader
of a mighty army, was buried there, clad in the silver
armour he wore during his lifetime. Norie's Law is
evidently artificial, and there can be no wonder that
the neighbouring country people should suppose that a
great chief had been buried underneath it, for the
interment of warrior chieftains under artificial
mounds, near the sea, is as ancient as Homer. Hector,
speaking of one whom he intended to slay in single
combat, says:
The long-haired
Greeks
To him, upon the shores of Hellespont,
A mound shall heap; that those in after times,
Who sail along the darksome sea, shall say,
This is the monument of one long since
Borne to his grave, by mighty Hector slain.'
Our Anglo-Saxon
ancestors buried their warrior leaders in the same
manner. The foregoing quotation seems almost parodied
in the dying words of the Saxon Beowulf:
Command the famous in
war
To make a mound,
Bright after the funeral fire,
Upon the nose of the promontory;
Which shall, for a memorial
To my people, rise high aloft,
On Heonesness;
That the sea-sailors
May afterwards call it
Beowulf's Barrow,
When the Brentings,
Over the darkness of the flood,
Shall sail afar.'
So it was only
natural for the rustic population to say that a chief
was buried under Norie's Law. Agricultural progress
has, in late years, thrown over hundreds of burial
barrows, ex-posing mortuary remains, and there are few
labourers in England or Scotland who would not say, on
being pointed out a barrow, that a great man, at some
distant period, had been interred beneath it. But
silver armour, with one single exception, has never
been found in barrows; and as Norie's Law is actually
the barrow in which silver accoutrements were found,
the tradition of the people was fully verified. For
only by tradition, and that from a very distant
period, could they have known that the person interred
at Norie's Law was buried with silver armour.
It appears that, about the year 1819, a man in humble
life and very moderate circumstances, residing near
Largo, was�greatly to the surprise of his neighbours�observed
to have suddenly become passing rich for one of his
position and opportunities. A silversmith, in the
adjacent town of Cupar, had about the same time been
offered a considerable quantity of curious antique
silver for sale; part of which he purchased, but a
larger part was taken to Edinburgh, and disposed of
there.
Contemporary with these events, a modern excavation
was discovered in Norie's Law, so it did not require a
witch to surmise that a case of treasure-trove had
recently occurred. The late General Durham, then owner
of the estate, was thus led to make inquiries, and
soon discovered that the individual alluded to,
induced by the ancient tradition, had made an
excavation in the Law, and found a considerable
quantity of silver, which he had disposed of as
previously noticed. But influenced, as some say, by a
feeling of a conscientious, others of a superstitious
character, he did not take all the silver he
discovered, but left a large quantity in the Law.
Besides, as this ingenious individual conducted his
explorations at night, it was supposed that he might
have overlooked part of the original deposit. Acting
in accordance with this intelligence, General Durham
caused the Law to be carefully explored, and found in
it several lozenge-shaped plates of silver, that
undoubtedly had been the scales of a coat of mail,
besides a silver shield and sword ornaments, and the
mounting of a helmet in the same metal. Many of these
are still preserved at Largo House, affording
indisputable evidence of the very long perseverance
and consistency which may characterise popular
tradition.
Our next illustration is from Ireland, and it happened
about the commencement of the last century. At
Ballyshannon, says Bishop Gibson, in his edition of
Camden's Britannia, were two pieces of gold discovered
by a method very remarkable. The Bishop of Derry being
at dinner, there came in an old Irish harper, and sang
an ancient song to his harp. His lordship, not
understanding Irish, was at a loss to know the meaning
of the song; but upon inquiry, he found the substance
of it to be this, that in such a place, naming the
very spot, a man of gigantic stature lay buried; and
that over his breast and back were plates of pure
gold, and on his fingers rings of gold so large that
an ordinary man might creep through them. The place
was so exactly described, that two persons there
present were tempted to go in quest of the golden
prize which the harper's song had pointed out to them.
After they had dug for some time, they found two thin
pieces of gold, circular, and more than two inches in
diameter. This discovery encouraged them to seek next
morning for the remainder, but they could find nothing
more. In all probability they were not the first
inquisitive persons whom the harper's song had sent to
the same spot.
Since the ancient poetry of Ireland has become an
object of learned research, the very song of the
harper has been identified and printed, though it was
simply traditional when sung before the Bishop. It is
called Moira Borb; and the verse, which more
particularly suggested the remarkable discovery, has
been translated thus:
In earth, beside the
loud cascade,
The son of Sora's king we laid;
And on each finger placed a ring
Of gold, by mandate of our King.'
The 'loud cascade'
was the well-known water-fall at Ballyshannon, now
known as 'the Salmon-leap.'
Another instance of a similar description occurred in
Wales. Near Mold, in Flintshire, there had existed
from time immemorial a burial mound or barrow, named
by the Welsh peasantry Bryn-yr-ellylon, the Hill of
the Fairies. In 1827, a woman returning late from
market, one night, was extremely frightened by seeing,
as she solemnly averred, a spectral skeleton standing
on this mound and clothed in a vestment of gold, which
shone like the noon-day sun. Six years after-wards,
the barrow, being cleared away for agricultural
purposes, was found to contain urns and burnt bones,
the usual contents of such places. But besides these,
there was a most unusual object found, namely, a
complete skeleton, round the breast of which was a
corslet of pure gold, embossed with ornaments
representing nail heads and lines. This unique relic
of antiquity is now in the British Museum; and, if we
are to confine ourselves to a natural explanation, it
seems but reasonable to surmise that the vision was
the consequence of a lingering remembrance of a
tradition, which the woman had heard in early life, of
golden ornaments buried in the goblin hill.
CANTERBURY
PILGRIM-SIGNS
The Thames, like the Tiber, has been the conservator
of many minor objects of antiquity, very useful in
aiding us to obtain a more correct knowledge of the
habits and manners of those who in former times dwelt
upon its banks. Whenever digging or dredging disturbs
the bed of the river, some antique is sure to be
exhumed. The largest amount of discovery took place
when old London-bridge was removed, but other causes
have led to the finding of much that is curious. Among
these varied objects not the least interesting are a
variety of small figures cast in lead, which. prove to
be the 'signs' worn by the pilgrims returned from
visiting the shrine of
St. Thomas Becket at
Canterbury, and who wore them in their hats, or as
brooches upon some portion of their dress, in token of
their successful journey.
The custom of wearing
these brooches is noted by
Giraldus Cambrensis as
early as the twelfth century. That ecclesiastic
returned from a continental journey by way of
Canterbury, and stayed some days to visit Becket's
shrine; on his arrival in London he had an interview
with the Bishop of Winchester, and he tells us that
the Bishop, seeing him and his companions with signs
of St. Thomas hanging about their necks, remarked that
he perceived they had just come from Canterbury.
Erasmus, in his colloquy on
pilgrimages, notes that
pilgrims are 'covered on every side with images of tin
and lead.' The cruel and superstitions Louis XI. of
France, customarily wore such signs stuck around his
hat. The anonymous author of the Supplement to
Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, described
that famed party
of pilgrims upon their arrival at the archiepiscopal
city, and says:
Then, as manner and
custom is, signs there they bought,
For men or contre' should know whom they had sought.
Each man set his silver in such thing as he liked,
And in the meanwhile, the matter had y-piked
His bosom full of Canterbery brooches.'
The rest of the
party, we are afterwards told, 'Set their signs upon
their heads, and some upon their cap.'
They were a considerable source of revenue to the
clergy who officiated at celebrated shrines, and have
been found abroad in great numbers, bearing the
figures of saints to whom it was customary to do
honour by pilgrimages in the middle ages. The shells
worn by the older pilgrims to Compostella, may have
originated the practice; which still survives in
Catholic countries, under the form of the medalets,
sold on saints' days, which have touched sacred
relics, or been consecrated by ecclesiastics.
The
first specimen of these Canterbury brooches we
engrave, and which appears to be a work of the
fourteenth century, has a full length of St. Thomas in pontificals in the act of
giving the pastoral
benediction. The pin which was used to attach it to
the person, will be perceived behind the figure; it
seems best fitted to be secured to, and stand upright
upon, the hat or cap of the pilgrim.
Our
second specimen takes the ordinary form of a brooch,
and has in the centre the head only of Becket; upon
the rim are inscribed the words Caput Thome. The
skull of the saint was made a separate exhibition in
the reign of Edward III, and so continued until the
days of Henry VIII. The monks of Canterbury thus made
the most of their saint, by exhibiting his shrine at
one part of the cathedral, his skull at another, and
the point of the sword of Richard Brito, which
fractured it, in a third place. The wealth of the
church naturally became great, and no richer prize
fell into the rapacious hands of the Royal suppressor
of monasteries than Canterbury.
These
signs were worn, not only as indications of pilgrimage
performed, but as charms or protections against
accidents in the journey; and it would appear that the
horses of the pilgrims were supplied with small bells
inscribed with the words Campana Thorne, and of
which also we give a specimen. All these curious
little articles have been found at various times in
the Thames, and are valuable illustrative records, not
only of the most popular of the English pilgrimages,
but of the immortal poem of Geoffrey Chaucer, who has
done so much toward giving it an undying celebrity.
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