Part 11
_Sir Bevis of Hampton_ was one of the favourite romances of the feudal age; and his adventures were familiar to John Bunyan’s unregenerate youth, if little known to the Southampton boys who in our time pass the sixth standard, however well versed they may be in our own “penny dreadful” literature. Yet _Ivanhoe_, _Pathfinder_, and the _Three Musketeers_ rolled into one, would make a tame hero beside Sir Bevis. As became a hero, he had difficulties to contend with all along, the first being an unnatural mother who, one grieves to say, was a Scottish princess. Married to Guy, Earl of Southampton, whose name suggests some connection with the still more famous lord of Warwick, she preferred a foreign prince, Sir Murdour, a name that gives plain hint of his nature, as well as a dim anticipation of David Copperfield’s tyrant.
Guy being betrayed by his wife and slain by her paramour when Bevis was only seven years old, the wicked pair’s next object would naturally be to get rid of a child who might avenge his father. With a fortunate want of wisdom often shown by the bad characters of romance, the mother did not see to this business herself, but charged it on Saber, the child’s uncle, by whom he had been reared; then the kind Saber, as proof of compliance, sent her his nephew’s princely garments sprinkled with the blood of a pig, while he kept the boy safe and sound, disguised as a shepherd. But Bevis had too high a spirit to await the opportunity of revenge promised by his uncle when he should come to manhood. Feeding his sheep on the downs, he became so infuriated by the sounds of revelry in which his mother and her new husband sought to drown the memory of their crime, that he burst into the hall, knocking down the porter who would have shut him out, unpacked his young heart of its indignation before the whole company, and with three blows of a “mace” laid his stepfather senseless before them all. Thus did this seven-year-old princeling show a resolution that might well put Hamlet to shame; and as he was so terrible with a stick, we may guess what feats he would perform when it got to sword-play.
The guilty mother was so much displeased by such conduct, that she punished her precociously brave child by sending him to be sold for a slave in heathen lands. Thereby he came into the hands of a Saracen king named Ermyn, whose daughter, Josyan, at once fell in love with the young captive, according to the romantic precedent followed in such cases down to the days of Pocahontas. Ermyn, too, recognising the boy’s quality at a glance, proposed to make him his heir and son-in-law on condition of his abjuring Christianity. But the heroes of old were as orthodox as gallant. Bevis, though not yet in his teens, lifted up such a bold testimony against the errors of Mahound, that the king saw well to drop the subject, and for the present took him on as page, promising him further advancement in the course of time. Still no amount of friendly intercourse with unbelievers could shake the youngster’s faith. He had reached the age of fifteen, when certain Saracen knights rashly ventured to touch on his religion, whereupon he slew them all, some sixty or so, with remarkable ease. Ermyn forgave him for this once, and Josyan with kisses and salves soon cured him of his wounds; then, in return for their kindness, he obligingly rid them of a fearful wild boar that had long been the terror of the country.
These petty exploits had made merely the work of our hero’s ’prentice hand; the time was now come for him to be dubbed a knight, presented on the occasion with a marvellous sword called “Morglay,” and the best horse in the world, by name “Arundel.” Ermyn had soon need of a peerless champion. Bradmond, King of Damascus, was demanding Josyan’s hand, with threats to lay waste the land if his suit were refused; but a lad of mettle like Bevis, of course, found no difficulty in laying low that proud Paynim and all his host. Josyan was so lost in admiration of such prowess, that she proposed to her Christian knight after a somewhat unmaidenly fashion; but Bevis would give her no encouragement till, for his sake, she professed herself ready to renounce the Moslem faith.
But when the king heard how his daughter was being converted to Christianity, his patience came to an end. Not daring to use open violence against the invincible youth, he sent him on an embassy to King Bradmond, his late adversary, who at the point of Bevis’ sword had lately sworn to be Ermyn’s vassal, and was now commanded, on his allegiance, to secure the bearer of the sealed letter which Bevis carried to his own destruction. The author of _Hamlet_ may have taken another hint from this incident. But our impetuous knight needed no treacherous credentials to get him into trouble. At Damascus he found a crowd of Saracens worshipping an idol, which his sound principles moved him to knock over into the mud with proper contempt: the Mohammedans, whatever their doctrinal shortcomings might be, were, as a matter of fact, strongly set against idolatry, but Christian minstrels allowed themselves a poetical license on such points. King Bradmond and all his men, backed by the fanatical population of Damascus, were odds too great even for a pious hero. Bevis, fairly overpowered for once, was thrown into a dungeon with two ravenous dragons to keep him company. It was only a matter of some twenty-four hours’ combat for him to kill the dragons with the butt-end of a staff that came to his hand; but hunger proved a sorer enemy. Now we have the two most familiar lines of this long poem, as quoted in _King Lear_--
Rats and mice and such small deer, Were his meat for seven long year.
At the end of seven years, he escaped by something like a miracle, and after visiting Jerusalem, rode off to Josyan, whom he found still faithful to him at heart, though formally the bride of an outrageous heathen, the King of Mounbraunt. To his castle Bevis proceeded, not without blood-curdling adventures on the way, and introduced himself as a poor palmer, welcomed for the sake of her Christian lover by Josyan, though she did not recognise him so soon as did his good horse Arundel, that in its vehement excitement at his voice outdoes the fidelity of Argus; then his springing on its back without touching a stirrup reveals him like the bending of Ulysses’ bow. Having got the king out of the way by means of a somewhat unchivalrous fib, Bevis and Josyan eloped together, meeting encounters which showed how little his long imprisonment had unsteeled the paladin’s sinews. His first feat was to kill a brace of lions at one blow; and next he fell in with a giant named Ascapard who, wounded all over his thirty feet of length, was glad to save his life by becoming Bevis’ page.
It was now high time for our hero to be turning homewards. Several years back, before his imprisonment, he had casually fallen in with one of his cousins, sent to search him out and bring him to the immediate assistance of his uncle Saber, who had fled to the Isle of Wight for refuge from the tyrant Murdour. As the first stage of his journey, Bevis proceeded by sea to Cologne, where the bishop happened to be another uncle of his, so he took the opportunity to have Josyan and Ascapard christened, the latter behaving most irreverently under the rite, so as to play the part of a mediæval gargoyle in the edifying story. The bishop, for his part, used the opportunity of having such a champion at hand to destroy a fiery dragon that infested the country; and in return for this service of some little difficulty, equipped Sir Bevis with a hundred knights, at the head of whom he landed in Hampshire, leaving Josyan at Cologne with Ascapard in attendance.
Under an assumed name, so grown and sun-tanned that his own mother treated the stranger politely, he now introduced himself into the house of Sir Murdour, undertaking to serve him against Saber, but playing a trick on him in the way of carrying off his best horses and arms to the enemy. Before coming to an end with that caitiff, however, Bevis had to return to Cologne to rescue Josyan from certain perils she had got into through her devotion to him; then at last they both joined his uncle in the Isle of Wight. The local Macbeth’s fate now drew to its fifth act. In vain he summoned to his aid both a Scotch and a German army. When he had to do with such prodigies of strength as Bevis and Ascapard, Murdour could expect nothing but to be overthrown, captured, and boiled into hounds’ meat in a great caldron of pitch, brimstone, and lead, as duly befell at Carisbrooke. His wicked wife, hearing how it had fared with him, very properly threw herself from the top of a high tower. His triple army had no more fight in them after the death of their leader, and the delivered citizens of Southampton hailed with joy their true lord, who at last thought himself entitled to wed Josyan after so long and chequered a courtship.
But the author of this long poem is not yet out of breath, and he still takes his hero through what may be called an appendix of adventures, in which Bevis once more goes abroad. King Edgar’s son so much admired Arundel’s form in a horse-race at court, that he tried to steal this peerless steed, and was kicked to death in the stable for his pains. The angry father was for having the horse’s master hanged; but the barons got him off with exile. While wandering homeless, his wife presents him with twin sons, as fresh hostages to their troubled fortune. Ascapard now turns unfaithful, and steals Josyan from him to restore her to her Saracen husband; but after a separation of seven years or so all comes right again, unbelievers and traitors are duly slain as they deserve, and Bevis meets no further check in his triumphant career of baptising heathen lands in blood, if not otherwise. Meanwhile, in his absence, King Edgar spitefully did him further wrong by confiscating the family estate, which the nephew had handed over to Saber. This injury must be redressed by a visit of Bevis to London, where his exploits seem hardly historical. He had now two sturdy sons to back him up, and these being chips of the old block, they easily contrived to kill sixty thousand people in a battle fought about Cheapside and Ludgate Hill, which brought the king to a reasonable mood.
So many men at once were never seen dead, For the water of Thames for blood wax red From St Mary Bowe to London Stone.
In short, one of Bevis’ sons won the crown of England, with the hand of its heiress; the brother was provided with a kingdom abroad; and Bevis himself returned to another of his foreign dominions, to live happily ever afterwards till, at a good old age, he, Josyan, and Arundel died within a few minutes of each other, the knight and his true lady sumptuously buried in a church, where even his dead body continued to work miracles.
Thus ended Bevis of Hampton That was so bold a baron.
Have I said enough to persuade strangers that they are wrong in not stopping at Southampton on a visit to the tourist-haunted Island? To Americans this port should be of special interest, as hence sailed the _Mayflower_ and the _Speedwell_, freighted with the hopes of a New England, but the smaller vessel proving unseaworthy, the adventurers, all packed on board the _Mayflower_, finally embarked at Plymouth, which thus gets credit for the departure of an expedition that really set out from Delft Haven, winged by the parting charge of its large-minded pastor. I had the pleasure of recommending a stay at Southampton West to Mr W. D. Howells, who in a recent book owns to having enjoyed it; and indeed there is more to be seen and enjoyed in or about Southampton than at many places better famed in the tourist world.
On the west side of Southampton Water, through outskirts of the New Forest, is soon reached the Boldre River, near the mouth of which stands Lymington, a town before mentioned as pier of the shortest crossing to the Island, at its Yarmouth end, where it has been proposed to make a tunnel from the spit on which Hurst Castle rises. Of Lymington there is not much else to be said, but that it has a look of having come down in the world, its trade of shipbuilding not being what it once was, though the estuary still makes a station for yachts. From the open sea it is separated by flats, that were utilised as salterns. The scenery in the background is more taking, where the edge of the New Forest plantations is soon reached over the heathy swells of Sway Common.
Westward, the crumbling cliffs of the coast are fringed by groups of hotels and lodging-houses growing along Christchurch Bay to Highcliffe Castle, which was recently selected as _Kur-ort_ for the Kaiser, who here seems to have profited by the mild air and by the views of the Isle of Wight that are the chief attraction of this shore. He may also have admired the prospect on Hengistbury Head, which some stories make the scene of the first German invasion of England. Then beyond the mouth of the Stour and Avon, are reached the purlieus of Bournemouth, where the Island drops out of sight.
On the other side, between Lymington and Southampton Water, extends to the Solent a heathy projection of the New Forest, not so much known to strangers as it deserves. The centre of interest here is the ruined Beaulieu Abbey, from the materials of which Henry VIII. is said to have built Hurst Castle, while its foundation is the one good deed recorded of King John, and that wrung out of him with as much pain as was Magna Charta. The legend goes that this graceless king, bearing a grudge against the Cistercian Order, had persuaded or compelled its abbots to attend a parliament at Lincoln, where he threatened to fling them under the feet of wild horses. But at night he was terrified by a dream: brought to trial before a nameless judge, with the churchmen he had menaced for witnesses against him, he found himself condemned to a severe scourging at their hands, like his father’s chastisement for the death of Thomas à Becket. And lo! when he awoke, the lashes had left no visionary smart. So he saw wise to make expiation for the sacrilege he had meditated; then his repentance took the established form of building and endowing a Cistercian Abbey at Beaulieu. The remains still make a hoary show by the Beaulieu River, further down which Buckler’s Hard was once a building place of men-of-war; and at the mouth was an old ferry to the Island. There is not much traffic now about this muddy shore, near which, towards Lymington, Sowley Pond takes rank as the largest Hampshire lake. The Solent, here locked in by the Isle of Wight, has the aspect of a great lake in views that Cobbett took to bear out the title _Bellus locus_, vernacularly corrupted into _Bewley_. And, as I have given a catalogue of novels dealing with the Island, let me mention an excellent one, Mr A. Marshall’s _Exton Manor_, which clearly has for its scene this edge of the New Forest.
The chief Solent ferry is, of course, at Portsmouth, whereof tourists might do well to see more than is seen from the railway line to its pier, the main knot of Isle of Wight communications, while by Gosport and Southsea, on either side of the town, are alternative crossings to Ryde. Portsmouth is not so rich in antiquities as Southampton, its most notable buildings being the fine modern Church of Portsea, one of the grandest town-halls in England, and the largest Naval Barracks in the world; but it is an ancient place, interesting as our chief marine arsenal, which in case of war might become a Sebastopol or a Port Arthur. Like Plymouth, it is rather a group of towns, Portsmouth, Portsea, and Southsea, run together beside the wide inlet of the harbour, on the other side of which stands Gosport. Naturally it has a marked naval flavour, strongest on the Hard, familiar to so many generations of Jacks and Sues, behind which the narrow main street of Landport makes such a lively scene of a Saturday night. Off Gosport Hard is moored the old _Victory_, whose deck no Briton can tread without pride, nor would a generous enemy be unmoved on the spot where “mighty Nelson fell,” and in the gloomy cockpit where he died. Portsmouth has for another shrine the birthplace of Charles Dickens, at No. 387 Commercial Road, Landport, now cared for as public property and containing a collection of relics. Walter Besant was also a native, who has celebrated the scenes of his boyhood in _Celia’s Arbour_.
The great sight is the Dockyard, over which all visitors who can glory in the name of Briton are conducted by its garrison of Metropolitan Police; but foreigners must bring special credentials for admission. A visit to the _enceinte_ of fortifications cannot be recommended, as these are of a modestly retiring disposition, and make a purposed blank on the faithful Ordnance Survey maps. Beyond the fort-crowned Downs behind, some fine country may be reached by tram; but the scenery of the low island on which Portsmouth has its site, too much consists of bastions, barracks, prisons, and other useful, but unlovely institutions.
Southsea, the moral West End of Portsmouth, which is at its east end, holds out most attractions to tarrying strangers. It seems a favourite place of residence or sojourn for retired or idle officers of both services, who enjoy the stir of parades and regimental bands, and the view of the Solent always alive with yachts, steamers, and men-of-war; but it is not so well adapted for a quiet family bathing-place, unless to the taste of nursery maids, who here would be well off for red-coated and blue-jacketed “followers.” A special feature is the wide Common cutting off the houses from the sea-front, with its gay piers and long esplanade leading round the modernised walls of Southsea Castle. Hence let us take our last gaze upon the wooded shores of the Isle of Wight, where, four or five miles off across the Solent, Ryde steeple stands up as the starting-point of our arm-chair tour, now to be ended, I trust, with the reader’s gratuity of good-will towards his _cicerone_.
INDEX
Adams, Rev. W., 84
Afton Down, 103
Albert, Prince, 107, 151
Alexandrian Pillar, 92
_All Moonshine_, 137
Alum Bay, 115
Alverston, 62
_Amours Anglais_, 128
Approaches to Island, 17, 154
Appuldurcombe, 52
Arnold of Rugby, 148
Arreton, 57
Ashey Down, 57
Atherfield Point, 99
Back of the Island, 77, 92
Badd, E., Epitaph on, 31
Barton Manor-house, 150
Battenberg, Prince of, 11, 151
Battenberg, Princess Beatrice, 11, 46, 152
Beaulieu, 168
Bembridge, 60
Bembridge Down, 61
Benedictine Monks, 27, 53
Benson, story of, 64
Bevis of Hampton, romance, 41, 158
Binstead, 25
Black, William, _quoted_, 90
Blackgang Chine, 97
“Blue Slipper,” the, 77
Bonchurch, 83
Bordwood Forest, 62
Bouldnor Cliffs, 123
Brading, 54
Brighstone or Brixton, 101
Brook Point, 102
Buddle Inn, 89
Calbourne, 124
Cameron, Mrs, 106
Captains of the Island, 8
Carisbrooke, 36 ---- Castle, 39
Caves at Freshwater, 112
Chale, 98
Chale Bay, 96
Charles I., imprisonment of, 41
Chines, formation of, 74
Clarke, Sir James, 78
Climate, 14
Colepeper, Lord, 9
Colwell Bay, 118
Compton Bay, 102
Consumption Hospital, 88
Cook’s Castle, 74
Cowes, 139
Cripple Path, the, 89
Culver Cliffs, 61
_Dairyman’s Daughter, The_, 58
Davenant’s _Gondibert_, 145
De Montague, “Count.” _See_ Benson
Dewar, Mr G. A. B., _quoted_, 29
Downs, the, 2, 48, 53, 62, 82, 92, etc.
Dunnose, 75 East Cowes, 148
Egypt Point, 146
Elizabeth, Princess, 35, 44
Empress Eugenie, escape of, 23
Englefield, Sir Henry, _quoted_, 22, 98, 115
_Eurydice_, loss of the, 75
Fairfax family in America, 10
Farringford, 106
Fielding at Ryde, 20
Fishbourne, 27
Fitz-Osborne, William, 7
_Flora Vectensis_, 16
Foghorns, 94
Foreland, the, 60
Fossil Forest, 102
Freshwater, 104
Freshwater Bay, 104, 112
Garde Family, 50
Gatcombe, 53
Geology of the Island, 2, 100
Gloucester, Duke of, 44
Godshill, 49
Gosport, 169
Governors of the Island, 10
Grange Chine, 101
Gurnard Bay, 48, 147
Hammond, Colonel, 41
Hamstead Ledges, 123
Harringford, 62
Haven Street, 28
Headon Hill, 117
Highcliffe Castle, 167
History of Island, 5
Holmes, O. W., _quoted_, 15
Holmes, Sir Robert, 120
Hopson, Sir T., 121
Horsey, Sir E., 8, 13, 34
Howells, Mr W. D., 81, 166
Hulverston, 102
Hurst Castle, 44, 118, 167
Industries of the Island, 13
Invasion, alarms of, 95, 122
Isabella de Fortibus, 8, 62
James, Rev. E. B., 38, 56
_Jane the Young Cottager_, 55
Jeffrey, Lord, _quoted_, 73
John, King, 149, 155, 168
Keats in the Island, 47, 73
Ken, Bishop, 101
King of the Island, 8
King’s Quay, 149
Kingston, 100
Knighton, 58
Ladder Chine, 99
Lake, 62
Landslip, the, 85
Lira, Monks of, 7
Lisle Family, 27
Longfellow in the Island, 73
Long Stone, the, 101
“Lot’s Wife,” 114
Luccombe Chine, 75
Lugley Stream, the, 33
Lymington, 17, 119, 167
Main Bench, the, 113
Mantell the geologist, _quoted_, 102
Medina River, 3, 34, 48, 139
Meredith, Mr George, _quoted_, 126
Merston Junction, 49, 62
Military Road, the, 100
Moberley, Bishop, 101
Monks’ Bay, 84
Morland, George, 122
Morley, Henry, 39
Mottistone, 101
Naval College at Osborne, 153
Needles, the, 114
Netley, 154
Nettleston Green, 31
Newchurch, 62
New Forest, the, 157
Newport, 33
Newton, 123
Niton, 90
“Noah’s Nuts,” 111
Nodes, the, 113
Norris Castle, 149
Northwood, 147
Novels about the Island, 125
Nuns from abroad, 147
Nunwell, 55
Oglander, Sir John, 11, 26, 31, 47, 50, 54, 139
Osborne, 149
Osborne, Dorothy, 38
Pan Down, 49
Parkhurst Forest, 46, 123
Peel’s _Fair Isle_, _quoted_, 100
Population of Island, 4
Portsmouth, 17, 169
Pound Green, 106
Priory Bay, 31
Puckaster Cove, 89
Puckpool Fort, 30
Quarr Abbey, 25
Queen’s Bower, 62
Railways of Island, 17, 33
_Ralph Roister Doister_, 124
Redvers Family, 7, 25
Rew Down, 83
Reynolds, J. H., 35
Richmond, Rev. Legh, 55
Rocken End, 96
Roman villas, 6 ---- Brading, 57 ---- Carisbrooke, 39
Ross, Alexander, 38
Rowborough remains, 48
_Royal George_, loss of, 22
Royal Yacht Squadron, 144
Ryde, 19
St Boniface Down, 82
St Catherine’s Down, 92
St Catherine’s Point Lighthouse, 93
St George’s Down, 48
St Helens, 31, 59
St John’s, 28
St Lawrence, 88
Sandown, 62
Sandrock, 90
School Green, 106
Scott, Sir W., _quoted_, 48
Scottish Soldiers in Island, 47
Scratchell’s Bay, 113
Sea View, 28
Seismological Observatory, Dr Milne’s, 49
Sewell, Elizabeth, 16, 84
Shanklin, 72
Sheepwash Green, 106
Shide, 49
Shipwrecks, 96
Shorwell, 100
Simeon, Sir John, 36
Solent, the, 1, 28, 143, 154, 168, 170
Solent Tunnel, proposed, 120
Southampton, 17, 155
Southsea, 170
Spithead, 22
Spring Vale, 30
“Squadron,” the, 144
Steephill Castle, 81
Stephens, William, 38
Sterling, John, 84
Swainston, 124
Swinburne, Mr A. C., _quoted_, 89
Temple, Sir W., 39
Tennyson, Lady, 110
Tennyson, Lord, 14, 106, 111, 148
Totland Bay, 117
“Turf Frauds” case, the, 70
Tyndall, Professor, 113
Udall, Nicholas, 124
Undercliff, the, 77
Vane, Sir H., 44
Ventnor, 78
Victoria, Queen, 149
Walpen Chine, 99
Ward, W. G., 147
Wardens of the Island, 8
Webster, T., _quoted_, 85, 116
Week Down, 83, 92
Whippingham, 151
Whitecliff Bay, 61
Whitwell, 53
Wilberforce, Bishop, 101
“Wilderness,” the, 48
Wilfred of Selsey, 7, 56
Wilkes, John, 63
William the Conqueror at Carisbrooke, 7
Wishing Well, 82
Woodvile, Sir E., 8
Wootton, 27
Wordsworth in the Island, 112
Worsley Family, the, 49
Worsley, Sir R., 8, 52
Worsley Monument, 53
Wroxall, 75
Yar, the Eastern, 3, 59, 62
Yar, the Western, 3, 104, 118
Yachting, 142
Yarborough, Lord, 52
Yarbridge, 57
Yarmouth, 119
Yaverland, 61
Zangwill, Mr I., _quoted_, 126
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