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
Bywell is unique in Northumberland in possessing two churches side
by side yet in different parishes. The town of Bywell, we are told
by the same authority before quoted, lay in a long line by the
north bank of the Tyne, and was “divided into two separate
parishes” even then, so that there ought to be traces of former
buildings westward from the present village. In connection with the
two churches which adjoin each other so closely, tradition tells
the well-known story of the two quarrelsome sisters who could not
agree on the building of a church and therefore each built one. One
might have imagined, with some show of reason, that there being two
parishes, the two churches were placed there in sheltering
proximity to the castle, were it not for the fact that the churches
were in existence long before the stronghold of the Nevilles was
contemplated.
St. Andrew’s, called the “White” church from the fact of its being
served in later days by the White friars, is the more ancient of
the two. As we have seen, a church erected by St. Wilfrid stood on
this site, and a goodly portion of the Saxon work remains in the
tower. The hagioscope, or “squint” in this church, and the “leper”
window in St. Peter’s are interesting relics of the Middle Ages.
St. Peter’s, or the “Black” church which once belonged to the
Benedictines or Black friars, is of much later date than its
neighbour, though still an ancient building, being supposed to date
from the eleventh century. Its most interesting possessions are two
very old bells, bearing Latin inscriptions, one announcing “I
proclaim the hour for people rising, and call to those still lying
down,” and the other reading “Thou art Peter.”
Bywell suffered greatly in the flood of 1771, when the bridge was
swept away, many houses destroyed, several people drowned, and both
churches greatly damaged.
It is not surprising that this tranquil little village—“the retreat
of the old doomed divinities of wood and fountain, banished from
their native haunts,” to quote Mr. Tomlinson’s happy phrase—has
always been beloved of artists, many of whom have transferred to
their canvasses the beauties of its mingled scenery of graceful
woods and sparkling waters, ancient fortress, peaceful meadows, and
gray old towers. Many noteworthy and fine old trees are to be found
in and around this artists’ haunt.
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