Nooks and Corners of Lancashire and Cheshire.: A Wayfarer's Notes in the Palatine Counties, Historical, Legendary, Genealogical, and Descriptive.Croston, James
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Nooks and Corners of Lancashire and Cheshire.: A Wayfarer's Notes in the Palatine Counties, Historical, Legendary, Genealogical, and Descriptive.
Croston, James
Cheshire (England); Lancashire (England)
or standard of cavalry; but perhaps the most remarkable relic is
the elaborately ornamented bronze helmet found in 1796, familiar to
antiquaries by the engravings which have appeared in the _Vetusta
Monumenta_, and in the histories of Whitaker and Baines. So lately as
the beginning of the present century a Roman house and hypocaust were
brought to light whilst excavating the foundations for a building on
the banks of the river; altars dedicated to various divinities have on
different occasions been unearthed, with other memorial stones, coins,
pottery, glass, articles of personal adornment, ampullæ, fibulæ, &c;
and even in recent times, though less frequently than of yore, when the
earth is removed to any considerable depth relics are turned up which
help to illustrate the habits and customs of the Roman settlers, and
prove the wide diffusion of the elegant and luxurious modes of life it
was their aim to introduce.
[Note 3: Itinerary IV., fol. 39.]
It requires no great stretch of the imagination to picture the
Ribchester of those far-off days. The picture, it is true, may be only
shadowy and indistinct seen through the long distance which intervenes;
but, carrying the mind back to those remote times, let us contemplate
the scene presented to our fancied gaze. It is Britain—Britain in
the darkest period of its history, the Britain of Caractacus and
Boadicea—but how great the contrast from the Britain of to-day! A broad
flowing river separates us from the opposite land, the tide flows up,
and the wavelets break monotonously upon the shore. Before us and on
each side rise gently swelling hills clothed with dense forests of
oak—primeval monarchs that have budded and flourished and shed their
leaves through long centuries of silent solitude. There are no towns
or villages, no fertile meadows and rich pasture fields; not a sign of
a habitation can we discern save here and there where the dark woods
have been thinned, and a solitary hut, rudely constructed of wood and
wattles, bears evidence of man’s existence. Looking more closely into
the picture, we can discover the naked and painted forms of human
beings—men eager, impetuous, brave, armed with javelin and spear, and
ready to engage with any chance foe that may cross their path whilst
seeking for their prey among the wild beasts of their native woods.
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