Northumberland Yesterday and To-dayTerry, Jean F. (Jean Finlay)
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Northumberland Yesterday and To-day
Terry, Jean F. (Jean Finlay)
Northumberland (England) -- Guidebooks; Northumberland (England) -- History
Northumbrians have always been interested in the records of their
own county, and are now-a-days not less so than when, some
three-and-a-half centuries ago, Roger North found them “great
antiquarians within their own bounds.” If to such as these this
little book may perhaps bring in a more convenient form the
information they seek, and help them to become better acquainted
with the county which inspired Swinburne to write in stirring
phrases of “Northumberland,” and to address the home of his people
as
“Land beloved, where nought of legend’s dream Outshines the truth”—
I shall be more than satisfied. I would take this opportunity of
expressing my grateful thanks to the Rev. Canon Savage, of Hexham,
for information relating to the tomb of Alfwald the Just, in the
Abbey, given with courteous readiness; to the Rev. Canon Jeffery,
of Bywell, for similar kindness regarding Bywell St. Peter’s; to
R.O. Heslop, Esq., whose profound store of learning on the subject
of “Northumberland words” was in cases of uncertainty my final
court of appeal; to E.T. Nisbet, Esq., and J. Treble, Esq., to whom
I am greatly indebted for their goodness in reading my manuscript,
and for their generous encouragement following thereupon; to C.H.
Abbey, Esq., for his kindness in executing the map which
accompanies these pages; and to Mr. G.P. Dunn, of Corbridge, for
much helpful criticism, and many suggestions which only want of
space has prevented my adopting in their entirety.
J.F.T.
_31st May_, 1913.
NORTHUMBERLAND YESTERDAY AND TO-DAY
CHAPTER I. THE COAST OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
“We’ll see nae mair the sea banks fair, And the sweet grey gleaming
sky, And the lordly strand of Northumberland, And the goodly towers
thereby.”
—_A.C. Swinburne_.
Wild and bleak it may be, hard and cruel at times it undoubtedly
is, but, nevertheless, this north-east coast of ours is at all
times inspiring, whether half-hidden by storm-clouds, its cliffs
and hollows lashed by the “wild north-easter,” or seen calmly
brooding in the warm haze of a summer’s day, its grey-blue water
smiling beneath the grey-blue sky, and its stretches of sand and
bents edging the sea with a border of gold and silver.
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