Church of England -- Clergy -- Biography; Jessopp, Augustus, 1823-1914; Rural churches -- England
The parish of Sotterley, in the county of Suffolk, lies about
five miles from the town of Beccles, and is one of those _close_
parishes which they who live in the _opens_ are wont to look upon
with a suspicion of envy. It is the property of a single owner;
not a field or meadow, not a yard of ground by the roadside, not
a stake in the hedgerow, not a brick or a gate is to be seen in
Sotterley that is not part and parcel of the possessions of the
squire and lord of the manor. The estate was for some 400 years
held by a family named Playters, which was counted among the great
Suffolk houses, and which came to grief at last, partly by taking
the wrong side in the troublesome times, and partly by the profuse
hospitality which the overgrown size of Sotterley Hall tempted its
owners to indulge in. But for four centuries they lived here, and
here generation after generation they died and were laid in their
graves. In the little church which in life they loved, their bones
rest now, and there are their monuments in brass and marble. The
walls are studded with their effigies.
Moreover, these Playters--and indeed their predecessors the
Sotterleys--spent money and pains upon the sacred building. There
to this day stands the fourteenth-century screen in wonderfully
good preservation, four at least of the figures in its panels still
retaining a great deal of the old brilliancy of colour, though at
least 500 years have passed since they were first set up in the
position they now occupy. There, too, _in situ_ may be seen many of
the old oak benches with their handsome “poppy-heads,” doubtless
carved by Sotterley craftsmen, and carved out of the oaks that were
growing in Sotterley wood before the Wars of the Roses had begun.
The same roof, which might be easily repaired at an insignificant
cost, covers the chancel which covered it before people had dreamed
of a Tudor king, the panels but little injured, and of the bosses
not one missing.
A man may visit fifty churches in East Anglia, and not meet with
one so entirely adapted to the needs of the small population who
delude themselves with the preposterous belief that they have a
right to worship there.
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