Through East Anglia in a Motor CarVincent, James Edmund
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Through East Anglia in a Motor Car
Vincent, James Edmund
Norfolk (England) -- Description and travel; Suffolk (England) -- Description and travel
"Bungay has bygone glories of its own. Its name has been supposed to be
derived from Bon Gué or Good Ford, but as the town was called Bungay before
ever a Norman set foot in England, this interpretation will not hold. More
probable is that suggested to me by the Rev. J. Denny Gedge, that the
origin of the name may be Bourne-gay or Boundary Ford. Or the prefix 'Bun'
may, as he hazards, have been translated from 'placenta,' 'a sacred cake,'
indicating, perhaps--but this is my suggestion--that in old times Bungay
was the town that pre-eminently 'took the cake.' Mayhap, for in philology
anything might chance; but if so, alas! it takes it no longer." For my
part, if the reason against Bon Gué be conclusive, it seems to me equally
conclusive against Bun (_placenta_) Gué; and Bun Gué is not merely an
anachronism, but very far-fetched at that. If we are to come to funning,
the derivation "Bung-ay" may be timidly submitted. "Ay" is just a
termination, Danish if you will, as in Billericay, perhaps, and it seems
from Mr. Haggard's own showing that "Mr. Bung the Brewer" rules in Bungay.
He records (p. 110) that on a certain day in February, 1898, the last two
"free houses" in the town were put up to auction, and he records elsewhere
that there is a liquor-shop for every hundred of the population.
Bungay Castle, the castle of the Bigods, is quite gone; so is the
Benedictine nunnery; so is the industry of giving copper sheathing to the
bottoms of ships. But the Bath Hills are still there, and behind them,
protected by barbed wire and the natural kindness of Mr. Haggard's heart,
is a sanctuary for all wild things. He records also that Chateaubriand, a
refugee from the Terror, drifted down to Bungay, where he taught French,
was known as M. Shatterbrain, and made love to a sentimental young lady, to
whose mother, when she took pity on him and offered to look over his
poverty, he was compelled to reply, "Hélas! Madame, je suis désolé; mais je
suis marié." In fact, Bungay is really a very interesting place to linger
at in the spirit; but here we must go on to Barsham and Beccles, as, in the
flesh, we did immediately and agreeably.
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