There is however an oversight of some importance in Whitaker's statement. He altogether omits the second generation of the descendants of William le Meschines. Alice, the daughter of W. le Meschines, married Robert de Romili; Alice, her daughter, married Fitz-Duncan, who assumed the name of his wife, and was William le Romili. If their son was "the Boy of Egremond," he could not have been a witness to the charter of translation in 1154. If he was drowned in the Wharf, his death could not have been the occasion of the refounding of the Priory at Bolton. If the son of Cecilia le Meschines was "the Boy of Egremond"; as he might be so styled from his father's barony; he may have been drowned at the Strid, but his mother could not have been the second foundress of the Priory; for, as Whitaker says, the founders of Embsay were already dead. Tradition, moreover, clings to the name of the Lady Alice, as being that of the pious dispenser of her goods to sacred and religious uses. And however history may conflict with tradition, there will remain, that the Lady of Skipton, Cockermouth, and the Allerdales, bestowed her lands and goods most liberally upon the Abbeys of Fountains and Pomfret, and other religious confraternities; that she, the Lady Alice, seems always to have cherished those dispositions whose spiritual convictions moved in unison with the votive religious practices of the age; and although she, for the health of her dear son's soul (if he it were who perished in the Wharf) could not have founded near the scene of his untimely fate, the Priory before mentioned; its legendary history, which has so enshrined her affections and her sorrows, will continue to connect in the future, as in the past, the image of the youthful Romili with her griefs, and the stately Priory of Bolton with his imperishable name. FOOTNOTES: [22] The scalp with the hair attached. [23] In the early and middle ages kissing was the common form of salutation, and the _osculum pacis_ was a sign of reconciliation and charity. Examples will occur to every reader of Scripture and the classics. [24] Dr. Whitaker. Vide notes to the "Bridals of Dacre," for instances. SÖLVAR-HOW. Up the valley of Brathay rode Dagmar the Dane. There was gold on her bit, there was silk on her rein. You might see her white steed in the distance afar, On the green-breasted hill, shining out like a star; Where beyond her on high in his barrow lay sleeping Old Sölvar the chief; and the shade, that sat keeping His fame, by his tomb sang the Norseland's wild strain.