Repton and its neighbourhood : $b a descriptive guide of the archæology, &c. of the districtHipkins, F. C. (Frederick Charles)
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Repton and its neighbourhood : $b a descriptive guide of the archæology, &c. of the district
Hipkins, F. C. (Frederick Charles)
Repton (England) -- Description and travel; Repton (England) -- History
Excavations made in the Churchyard, and in the field to the west of it,
have laid bare many foundations, and portions of Anglo-Saxon buildings,
such as head-stones of doorways and windows, which prove that the site
of the ancient Monastery, and perhaps the town, was on that part of the
village now occupied by church, churchyard, vicarage and grounds, and was
protected by the River Trent, a branch of which then, no doubt, flowed
at the foot of its rocky bank. At some time unknown, the course of the
river was interfered with. Somewhere, above or about the present bridge
at Willington, the river divided into two streams, one flowing as it does
now, the other, by a very sinuous course, crossed the fields and flowed
by the town, and so on till it rejoined the Trent above Twyford Ferry.
Traces of this bed can be seen in the fields, and there are still three
wide pools left which lie in the course of what is now called the “Old
Trent.”
There is an old tradition that this alteration was made by Hotspur. In
Shakespeare’s play of _Henry IV. Act III._ Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer,
and Glendower, are at the house of the Archdeacon at Bangor. A map of
England and Wales is before them, which the Archdeacon has divided into
three parts. Mortimer is made to say:
“England, from Trent to Severn hitherto,
By south and east is to my part assign’d:
All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower; and dear Coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.”
The “dear Coz” Hotspur, evidently displeased with his share, replies,
pointing to the map;—
“Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
In quantity equals not one of yours:
See how this river comes me cranking in,
And cuts me from the best of all my land,
A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle out.
_I’ll have the current in this place damm’d up;_
_And here the smug and silver Trent shall run_
_In a new channel fair and evenly:_
_It shall not wind with such a deep indent,_
_To rob me of so rich a bottom here.”_
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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