The New Forest: Its History and Its SceneryWise, John R. (John Richard)
History
The New Forest: Its History and Its Scenery
Wise, John R. (John Richard)
New Forest (England : Forest)
_Robert of Gloucester’s Chronicle_
(concerning William the Conqueror)
Ed: Hearne, vol. ii. p. 375.
THE NEW FOREST.
CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTORY.
[Illustration: View in Bushey Bratley.]
No person, I suppose, would now give any attention to, much less approve
of, Lord Burleigh’s advice to his son—“Not to pass the Alps.” We have,
on the contrary, in these days gone into an opposite extreme. We race
off to explore the Rhine before we know the Thames. We have Alpine
clubs, and Norway fishing, and Iceland exploring societies, but most of
us are beyond measure ignorant of our own hills and valleys. Every inch
of Mont Blanc has been traversed by Englishmen, but who dreams of
exploring the Cotswolds; or how many can tell in what county are the
Seven Springs, and their purple anemones? We rush to and fro, looking at
everything, and remembering nothing. We see places only that we may be
seen there, or else be known to have seen them.
Yet to Englishmen, surely the scenes of their own land should possess a
greater interest than any other. Go where we will throughout England,
there is no spot which is not bound up with our history. Nameless
barrows, ruined castles, battlefields now reaped by the sickle instead
of the sword, all proclaim the changes our country has undergone. Each
invasion which we have suffered, each revolution through which we have
passed, are written down for us in unmistakeable characters. The phases
of our Religion, the rise or fall of our Art, are alike told us by the
grey mouldings and arches of the humblest parish Church as by our Abbeys
and Cathedrals. The faces, too, and gait, and dialect, and accent, of
our peasantry declare to us our common ancestry from Kelt, and
Old-English, and Norseman. A whole history lies hid in the name of some
obscure village.
I am not, for one moment, decrying travelling elsewhere. All I say is,
that those who do not know their own country, can know nothing rightly
of any other. To understand the scenery of our neighbours, we must first
see something of the beauties of our own; so that when we are abroad, we
may be able to make some comparisons,—to carry with us, when we look
upon the valleys of the Seine and the Rhine, some impression of our own
landscapes and our own rivers—some recollection of our own cathedrals,
when we stand by those of Milan and Rouen.
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