and out the town till he went mad; all which so delighted Earl Warren,
that he forthwith gifted the common to the butchers on condition that
they provided a mad bull six weeks before Christmas Day, "for the
continuance of that sport for ever."
It is impossible even to conjecture the origin of other customs. In
most manors, when a copy-holder died, his widow had in free-bench (or
what the common law calls dower) the whole or part of his lands. There
was one restriction: she must remain "sole and chaste." Yet, if she
forgot herself, her case was not altogether past praying for in the
Manor of Enborne in Berkshire. At the next Customary Court she appeared
strangely mounted upon a black ram, her face to the tail, the which
grasping in her hand, she recited, sure the merriest, maddest rhyme it
ever entered into the heart of man to conceive--
"Here I am
Riding upon a black ram"----
Alas, that the rest must be silence! The _Spectator_, greatly daring,
gives it in full; but that was as far back as November 1st, 1714. A
like custom ruled the Manor of Kilmersdon, in Somerset, where the
doggerel, if briefer and blunter, is at least equally gross. And here
one must refer to the _jus primæ noctis_, that lewd historic jest
which, in England at any rate, was ever a sheer delusion. True that on
the marriage of a villein's daughter a fine was paid to the lord, but
this was not to spare her blushes, but as compensation to him for the
loss of her services--inasmuch as she took the domicile of her husband.
Nay, the custom of the manor usually made for morality. There was a
fine called child-wit exacted on the birth of an illegitimate child,
sometimes from the infant's father, or, again, from the father of its
mother. Nay, in one or two places the unlucky lover forfeited all his
goods and chattels. On the other hand a curious privilege attached to
an oak in Knoll Wood in the Manor of Terley in Staffordshire: "In case
oath were made that the bastard was got within the umbrage or reach of
its boughs," neither spiritual nor temporal power had ought to say, and
the man got off scot free.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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