CHAPTER XXII

A well-preserved relic--An old English home--Authorities differ--Rooms on the top of a church tower--A medieval-looking town--A Saxon tower--Bedford--Bunyan’s birthplace--Luton--The end of the journey.

Leaving Kirby we soon reached the very pretty village of Deene, on passing through which we noticed a picturesque creeper-covered little hostel with the sign of “The Sea-horse,” though it was so far inland. Then our road led us round Deene Park, shady with branching beeches and leafy elms, just giving us a glance of the interesting old Tudor mansion peeping through the woods, and so by the side of a little lake to another picturesque village called Great Weldon, some of the houses wherein are quaintly built and worthy of study. A stone district seems to breed good architecture, even in cottages. After this we had an open stretch of country on to Geddington where we found, to our delight, a Queen Eleanor Cross, little damaged, either by the hand of man, or time. It was a pleasure to come unexpectedly upon this well-preserved relic of the vanished long ago.

Shortly after this our road brought us to Boughton Park, a fine demesne with a large and rather ugly mansion set therein. What interested

[Sidenote: _A GRAND HOBBY_]

us here was the arrangement of wide avenues of elms, extending from the house in every direction, rising and falling with the varying undulations of the ground. The effect, though formal, is fine in the sense that it gives a feeling of great expanse by leading the eye far away into the distant country on all sides. It is magnificent, but it is too apparently artificial to be commended; a formal garden is all very well, and very charming; a garden is confessedly Nature tamed, to a greater or less extent, but one does not desire a whole country-side tamed! These stately avenues, we learnt afterwards, were planted by the second Duke of Montague, from which grand hobby he justly earned the title of “the planter Duke.” Soon after this we entered the busy and thriving town of Kettering, where we fortunately discovered a very comfortable hotel with a most obliging landlord.

We resumed our journey early the next morning; we left our hotel and worthy landlord with regret, and the busy town with pleasure; and glad we were to get into the quiet country again. We had a rather hilly road at first, with charming woodland prospects opening out ever and again; in about two miles we reached the small hamlet of Barton Seagrave,--here we noticed more avenues of elms radiating from the ancient church, possibly part of the scheme of “the planter Duke.” Then driving on we came to the large village of Burton Latimer, where to the left of our road we espied a lovely old English home of many gables, great chimney stacks and mullioned windows, with a gray-green slabstone roof broken above by dormers. On one chimney was a sun-dial, and on one gable we noticed a very quaint weather-vane, whilst in the forecourt stood an ancient pigeon-cote. A charming home of past days, that with its old-fashioned gardens looked as though it had stepped out of some picture, an artist’s ideal realised. You do not frequently set your eyes upon such a delightful actuality in this commonplace age!

The next village on our way was Finedon, a straggling place; here by the roadside we noticed a monument gray with years, and without any inscription that we could find. So we asked a man the meaning of it; he replied that it was erected by a gentleman whose horse had fallen dead on the spot after being driven hard by his master to catch the mail-coach. Another man who was listening to the conversation declared positively that our informant was all wrong, and that it was put up as a memorial of somebody who was drowned at sea. So hard is it to arrive at facts in this world! Then the first man got in a rage with the second man and called him bad names, and said he knew “nought about it,” and as the argument was already heated and promised to be prolonged, we politely thanked both parties for their trustworthy information and departed. As we drove away each man shouted after us that he was right; and we shouted back pleasantly we were quite sure of it!

The next point of interest on our way was the long-named little town of Irthlingborough, with its ancient market-cross and fine old church. The

[Sidenote: _AN ARCHITECTURAL PUZZLE_]

church tower, detached from the main building, is surmounted by a tall and quaint octagonal structure that gives it a strangely unecclesiastical appearance, and a very original one too. Well, originality that escapes eccentricity is pleasing. Our church towers and spires, however architecturally good in themselves, too often lack individuality, in that they resemble one another over much; even a beautiful form by too frequent repetition may become monotonous. For a wonder we found the clerk in the church; he told us that the tower had been rebuilt, as we could see, but it was, externally, an exact reproduction of the old one. The interior was not quite the same, as there was a stone staircase up the tower, whilst in the old one you had to get up by ladders. The octagonal structure at the top, now mere enclosed space, used to consist, we were told, of three stories, with a room in each provided with a fireplace, but what the use of these rooms was, the clerk did not know. The fireplaces showed that they were intended to be lived in, yet dwelling-rooms right on the top of a tall church tower seemed singular; at any rate the chambers must have had a plentiful supply of fresh air! We wondered if they could have been intended for a priest’s home. But whatever their purpose, dwelling rooms in such a position are surely unique.

A little farther on we crossed the silvery winding river Nene by a gray and ancient bridge, and had before us, set pleasantly on the top of a hill the picturesque old town of Higham Ferrers looking quite romantic with its old-time irregular-roofed houses, and grand church spire, strongly silhouetted against the bright blue sky. Higham Ferrers struck us as a most interesting little town, with its fine old fane, around which are clustered gray crumbling buildings of the medieval age, in the shape of a bede-house, a school, a vicarage, and a Decorated stone cross; all in the Gothic style, with many traceried windows, and supporting buttresses to the walls. We owe this effective group of buildings to the good Archbishop Chicheley, who was born in the town, and when he became great and famous raised them in honour of his birthplace. He also erected a college here, of which only a great archway remains, and some decayed walls with broken mullioned windows; this faces the main street of the town, and when we were there simply enclosed a dirty farmyard. Within, the church is most interesting, and possesses some exceedingly fine old brasses, many of the fifteenth century; amongst the number a brass to a priest is noteworthy, as are also the royal arms of England sculptured in relief, on the side panels of a very beautiful altar-tomb placed under a stone canopy, suggesting the possibility of its having been prepared for royalty, though probably never used; the place where the recumbent effigy should be is now taken up by a brass that manifestly was intended for the floor. There are also some quaint medieval tiles before the altar, ornamented with curiously figured animals in yellow on a red ground. Altogether the interior of this splendid and ancient church affords a mine of good things for the antiquary or ecclesiologist.

[Sidenote: _SAXON MASONRY_]

Leaving Higham Ferrers we had a pleasant drive, mostly downhill, to the hamlet of Bletsoe, where we came in sight again of the slow-gliding Ouse, the valley of which we followed on to Bedford. Some short way beyond Bletsoe we passed through Clapham, unlike its ugly London namesake, a pretty rural village by the river-side. Here we noticed the striking-looking Saxon tower of the church, more like a castle keep than an ecclesiastical structure. It forms quite a feature in the landscape, and asserts itself by its peculiarity.

On arriving at Bedford it began to rain, and it was raining again in the morning; but about mid-day the steady downpour changed to intermittent showers. So, early in the afternoon, we started off for a twenty-mile drive on to Luton, which we did in one stage. In a little over a mile we found ourselves passing through a very pretty village, and on inquiring the name thereof discovered it to be Elstow, the birthplace of John Bunyan, a spot that does not seem to have changed much to the eye since that event, for, if the expression be allowed, it looks still “genuinely Old English.”

After Elstow we had a fine open country before us, bounded ahead by a low range of wooded hills, hills that showed softly blue under the shadow of a passing cloud, a golden green in the transient gleams of sunshine, and were sometimes lost altogether or half hidden by the mist of a trailing shower. Then driving on in due course we reached the hills and had a stiff climb up them, followed by a long and glorious run down through fragrant-scented pine-woods with open spaces here and there given over to a little forest of waving bracken, green, red, and yellow, in all the loveliness of their autumn tints. At the foot of the descent we found a charming little hamlet set in woods, past which a clear stream purled peacefully; crossing this stream we had another climb succeeded by a level winding elm-bound road, with an uneventful landscape on either hand, of flat fields stretching far away to a misty horizon. Now the rounded chalk hills loomed up finely in front of us, the clouds stooping to their low summits, so that it was hard to tell where the land ended and the sky began; and in the fast-fading light a sense of mystery and the majesty of space pervaded the prospect. Our road eventually led us along the sides of these hills and into the gathering gloom, then we dropped down into the cheerful lamp-lighted streets of busy Luton. From Luton we drove through picturesque Harpenden to historic St. Albans, with its much-restored abbey, and from St. Albans by Elstree and Edgeware we made our way back to London again. And so ended our most enjoyable wanderings on the pleasant old roads. Ours was purely a pleasure jaunt. We set forth on it determined, come what would, to enjoy ourselves, and we succeeded! Now, kind reader, the time has come when I must, perforce, bid you farewell.

Of all the words the English tongue can tell The hardest one to utter is “Farewell.” But the fond hope that we may meet again Relieves that word of more than half its pain.

APPENDIX

ITINERARY OF JOURNEY

Day’s Total Stages Distance in Miles. in Miles. London to Stevenage 31 31 Stevenage to St. Neots 25 56 St. Neots to Huntingdon 11 } Huntingdon to St. Ives and back 10 } 21 77 Huntingdon to Stamford } _through Stilton_ } 25½ 102½ Stamford to Spalding } _over the Fens and by Crowland_ } 25½ 128 Spalding to Bourn 12 140 Bourn to Sleaford 18 158 Sleaford to Boston } _by Swineshead and Frampton_ } 25 183 Boston to Wainfleet } _across the Marshes_ } 18 201 Wainfleet to Horncastle } _by Spilsby and over the Wolds_ } 20 221 Round about Tennyson-land 20 241 Horncastle to Scrivelsby and back 5 } Horncastle to Lincoln 21 } 26 267 Lincoln to Woodhall Spa } _over Lincoln Heath_ } 18 285 Round about Woodhall Spa 18 303 Woodhall Spa to Sleaford } _by Tattershall Castle_ } 18 321 Sleaford to Beckingham } _over “the Cliff”_ } 15 336 Beckingham to Grantham 15 351 Grantham to Staunton Hall } and back by Bottesford } 18 369 Grantham to Melton Mowbray } _by Colsterworth_ } 21 390 Melton Mowbray to Uppingham } _through Oakham_ } 16 406 Uppingham to Kettering } _by Rockingham and Kirby_} 22 428 Kettering to Bedford } _through Higham Ferrers_ } 25 453 Bedford to Luton 20 473 Luton to London } _through St. Albans_ } 28 501

INDEX

Abbeys, Cathedrals, and Churches-- Ashby Puerorum, 312-315 Bag Enderby, 329-334 Bardney Abbey, 397 Barton Seagrave, 437 Beckingham, 411, 412 Benington, 259, 260 Biggleswade, 59 Boston, 251 Bottesford, 420, 421 Bourn, 202 Brampton, 82 Branston, 383, 384 Buckden, 76-79 Clapham, 441 Claypole, 415 Colsterworth, 428, 429 Coningsby, 403 Cowbit, 181 Crowland Abbey, 151, 163, 164, 172-176 Falkingham, 215-220 Fenton, 416 Frampton, 243, 244 Grantham, 425 Great Gidding, 245, 246 Great Ponton, 426 Harrington, 338-341 Heckington, 235 Higham Ferrers, 440 Horncastle, 346-348 Horsington, 399, 400 Irthlingborough, 438, 439 Kirkstead Abbey, 402 Kirkstead Chapel, 402 Leadenham, 410, 411 Lincoln Minster, 367, 368, 372-374 Mavis Enderby, 303, 304 Metheringham, 388 Osbournby, 223-225 St. Leonard’s Priory, 152, 153 Scrivelsby, 360 Silk Willoughby, 228-230 Sleaford, 233, 234 Somersby, 320-324 Spalding, 189-193 Spilsby, 297-299 Swineshead, 239-241 Tattershall, 404 Welwyn, 28, 29 Wispington, 395-397 Wrangle, 264, 265

Alconbury Hill, 103, 104

Anwick, 408

Aslackby, 207, 208

Astwick, 55-58

Bag Enderby, 329-334

Baldock, 47-52

Barholm, 155

Barnet, 13-17, 21

“Barnett Wells,” 17, 18

Barton Seagrave, 437

Beckingham, 408, 409, 411-415

Bedford, 441

Benington, 259, 260

Biggleswade, 58-60

Birthplaces of Notable People-- Bunyan, John, 441 Cromwell, Oliver, 97, 98 Franklin, Sir John, 296 Ingelow, Jean, 254 Newton, Sir Isaac, 426-428 Pepys, Samuel, 80-82 Tennyson, Lord, 316-320 Thistlewood, Arthur, 400 Young, Dr., 29

Bletsoe, 441

Boston, 246-255, 301

Bottesford, 420, 421

Boughton Park, 436, 437

Bourn, 198-204

Brampton, 80, 82

Brandon, 417

Branston, 383, 384

Brant Broughton, 410

Buckden, 75

Burleigh Park, 131-133, 135

Burton Latimer, 437

Castles and Towers-- Belvoir, 420 Hussey Tower, 255 Kyme Tower, 258 Oakham, 431 Rockingham, 433, 434 Stamford, 149, 150 Tattershall, 392, 407 “Tower on the Moor,” Woodhall, 392

Clapham, 441

Colsterworth, 426, 428, 429

Coningsby, 403

Cowbit, 181

Crowland, 163-176

Deene, 436

Deeping St. James, 156, 157

Dunston Pillar, 386, 387

Eaton Socon, 69

Edgeware, 442

Elstow, 441

Elstree, 442

Falkingham, 213-221

Fenton, 415

Finedon, 438

Frampton, 243, 244

Geddington, 436

Girtford, 65

Godmanchester, 94, 95

Gonerby Hill, 417, 418

Grantham, 83, 418-420, 425

Graveley, 38, 39

Great Ponton, 426

Great Weldon, 436

Hadley, 22, 23

Halstead Hall, 400, 401

Halton Holgate, 275, 278-280, 285

Harpenden, 442

Harrington Hall, 334-339

Hatfield, 23-27

Heckington, 234, 235

Hemingford Grey, 92-94

Higham Ferrers, 439-441

High Rigge, 392, 393

Hinchinbrook, 83

Holbeck, 310

Horncastle, 307, 308, 344-355, 362

Horsington, 399

Huntingdon, 83-86, 95-100

Irby, 284

Irthlingborough, 438, 439

Kenulph’s Stone, 159

Kettering, 437

Kirby, 434-436

Knight’s Mill, 92

Langham, 430

Langworth, 367

Leadenham, 410

Lincoln, 368-381

Lincoln Heath, 386, 387

Little Stukeley, 101, 102

Luton, 441, 442

Market Deeping, 155, 156

Martin, 388, 389

Mavis Enderby, 303-305

Melton Mowbray, 429, 430

Metheringham, 387, 388

Norman Cross, 119

Oakham, 430, 431

Osbournby, 223-225

Peakirk, 158

Poolham Hall, 393-395

Rivers-- Ivel, 60 Nene, 119, 129-131, 439 Ouse, 68, 69, 74, 86, 87, 91-95, 441 Steeping, 274 Welland, 150, 159, 161, 183 Witham, 389, 407, 428

Rockingham, 433, 434

St. Albans, 442

St. Guthlak’s Cross, 159

St. Ives, 87-91

St. Neots, 69-73

Scrivelsby Court, 356-360

Silk Willoughby, 226-230

Sleaford, 231-234, 408

Somersby, 309, 315-329

Somersby Grange, 324-328

Somersby Rectory, 316-320

South Ormsby, 341

Spalding, 183-194

Spilsby, 293-300

Stamford, 83, 119, 133-151

Staunton Hall, 409, 420-424

Stevenage, 31-36

Stilton, 39, 107-117

Stixwold, 401

Stixwold Ferry, 389

Stubton, 416

Swineshead, 236-241

Tallington, 155

Tattershall, 404

Tempsford, 66-68

Tetford, 341

Treckingham, 222

Uffington, 154

Uppingham, 430-433

Wainfleet, 271-275

Walcot, 222

Wansford, 129-131

Water Newton, 119-128

Welwyn, 27-30

Whetstone, 12

Winceby Hill, 307, 347

Wispington, 395-399

Wolds, the, 300-307, 310-342, 362

Woodhall Spa, 389-392, 401

Woolsthorpe Manor-House, 426-428

Wothorpe, 139, 140

Wragby, 363-367

Wrangle, 261-265

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