The Rivers of Great Britain, Descriptive, Historical, Pictorial: Rivers of the South and West CoastsVarious
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The Rivers of Great Britain, Descriptive, Historical, Pictorial: Rivers of the South and West Coasts
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Great Britain -- Description and travel; Rivers -- Great Britain
Of the streams that have their springs elsewhere than in the moors,
the Axe, which belongs more to Dorset and Somerset than to Devon, may,
like the Sid, be passed over with bare mention. But the /Otter/
must not be dismissed so brusquely, for though it cannot vie with
its moorland sisters in beauty of aspect, it has other claims to
consideration. Rising in the hills that divide Devon from South
Somerset, it presently passes Honiton, still famous for its lace, and a
few miles further on flows by the knoll which is crowned by the massive
towers of the fine church of Ottery St. Mary, the Clavering St. Mary
of "Pendennis." It was here, in 1772, that Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
most gifted scion of a gifted stock, was born. His father, vicar of the
parish and headmaster of the Free Grammar School, and withal one of
the most amiable and ingenuous of pedants, whose favourite method of
edifying his rustic congregation was to quote from the Old Testament
in the original Hebrew, as "the immediate language of the Holy Ghost,"
died when Samuel Taylor was in his ninth year; and the pensive child,
who yet was not a child, was soon afterwards entered at Christ's
Hospital. A frequent resort of his was a cave beside the Otter, known
as "The Pixies' Parlour," where his initials may still be seen. Nor
is this his only association with the stream. "I forget," he writes,
"whether it was in my fifth or sixth year ... in consequence of some
quarrel between me and my brother, in the first week in October I
ran away from fear of being whipped, and passed the whole night, a
night of rain and storm, on the bleak side of a hill on the Otter, and
was there found at day-break, without the power of using my limbs,
about six yards from the naked bank of the river." The experience may
well have left its mark upon his sensitive nature, but it is clear
that he carried with him from his native place a store of agreeable
recollections of the stream, of whose "marge with willows grey" and
"bedded sand" he afterwards wrote in affectionate strains.
[Illustration: _Photo: Denney & Co., Exeter._
EXETER (_p. 31_).]
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