The Strife of the Roses and Days of the Tudors in the WestRogers, W. H. Hamilton (William Henry Hamilton)
History
The Strife of the Roses and Days of the Tudors in the West
Rogers, W. H. Hamilton (William Henry Hamilton)
Great Britain -- History -- Tudors, 1485-1603; Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485
[1] The manor of Tremoderet or Tremedart in Duloe, Cornwall, by
Emmeline or Emma, daughter and heiress of Hiwis, brought it to
her first husband Sir Robert Tresillian, Chief Justice of the
King's Bench, who was executed at Tyburn in 1388. In 1391 she
married as her second husband Sir John Coleshill, who procured a
grant of this and other manors forfeited by the Chief Justice's
attainder. Sir John Coleshill, their son, then about twenty-three
years of age, was slain at the battle of Agincourt, leaving an
infant son who died without issue in 1483, being then Sir John
Coleshill, Knt. His only sister Joanna, was thrice married, first
to Sir Renfrey Arundell, a younger son of the Lanberne family,
secondly to Sir John Nanfan, thirdly to Sir William Haughton. The
manor passed from Arundell to St. Aubin, and thence to Sir John
Anstis, Garter King at Arms, who died in 1743 and is buried in
the church, after him to his son who held it, and was also buried
there 1754. "Under an arch in Duloe Church," says Lysons, "richly
ornamented with vine tracery, is an altar tomb, enriched with
shields in quatrefoils, having at the west a bas-relief of the
Crucifixion; on this tomb lies the effigies of a knight, carved
in stone, in plate armour with collar of S.S. Round the verge of
a large slab of Purbeck marble, on which it rests is the
following inscription,
=Hic jacet Joh'es Colshull miles
quo'd'm d'n's de Tremethert et patron' huj's eccl'e
qui obiit xviii die m'es m'cii an'o D'ni Mill' cccclxxxiii
cuj' a'ie prop'ciet' Deu' a'="
Thus at the death of these brothers, the name of Cheney in the
Devonshire branch became extinct.
A long genealogical digression this, but only the necessary putting
together a portion of the skeleton of our little history, which we
hope to clothe eventually with something of living interest. Our path
has led us back again to the elevated platform of the railway bridge,
and also at a mile's distance before us, the old town of Westbury, in
which, says Leland, "there is a large churche, and the towne stondith
moste by clothiers" appears dimly among the trees,--and its
characteristics of to-day still accurately confirm the itinerant's
description of three centuries ago. There, rises the lofty church
tower much as he witnessed it, but the tall chimney shafts that bear
it company have absorbed all the hand-looms that then made busy, by
the weaving of kersey and serge, the cottage precincts when he paced
its streets.
Through the long, and comparatively quiet main thoroughfare of the
little borough, and our thoughts are busy, though our steps are
stayed, as we halt to admire the large and handsome west window of the
church, perpendicular in style, but with considerable originality of
treatment in design; and rising behind it, the massive proportions of
the tower.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account