THE CONCLUSION.
LET not the plan proposed in the previous chapter make too hasty an
impression, or cause the reader to be too sanguine as to the result,
however it may bear the semblance to truth and reality; but, if upon
inquiry, consideration, and inspection, it is found to originate in
facts, not theory alone, let no longer time be wasted in delaying a trial
of its efficacy than is really necessary.
For a series of years, the wondrous body of waters has committed most
dreadful ravages upon this and other coasts, not only to the loss of
property, but what is of far greater consequence, human life.
Many countries, that have been destroyed, bear melancholy witness to the
truth of history, and show the tops of their houses and the spires of
their steeples, still standing at the bottom of the water. The German
Sea has advanced upon the shores of Holland near Catt, that the ruins of
an ancient citadel of the Romans, which was formerly built upon the
coast, are now actually under water. In Friezland and Zealand, there are
more than three hundred villages overwhelmed, and their ruins continue
still visible on a clear day. The Baltic Sea has by slow degrees covered
a large part of Pomerania, and among others destroyed and overwhelmed the
famous port of Vineta.
One of the most remarkable inundations recorded in history, occurred in
the reign of Henry I., which overwhelmed the estates of the Earl Godwin,
and formed the bank now called the Goodwin Sands.
In the year 1546, a similar irruption of the sea destroyed a thousand
persons in the territory of Dort, and a yet greater number round Dullart.
To these accidents several more might be added; our own historians and
those of other countries abound with them; almost every flat shore of any
extent being able to show something it has lost, or something it has
gained from the sea.
There are some shores on which the sea, where it has overflowed, and
after remaining perhaps some ages, has again retired of its own accord,
or been driven back by the industry of man, which, if applied in the case
submitted, would, we earnestly pray, verify the words contained in the
5th chapter of the prophet Jeremiah, and the 22nd verse. And should this
design be found to answer, who is there can deny that, by continued
attention and perseverance, not only will the lands in future be
protected, but those which now appear lost, may in after years be
regained, and that the saving of human life will be considerable.
There are many lands in Norway, Scotland, and the Maldivia Islands, that
are at one time covered with water, at another time free. The country
round the Isle of Ely, in the time of Bede, about a thousand years ago,
was one of the most delightful spots in the whole kingdom; it was not
only cultivated, and produced all the necessaries of life, but grapes
also, that afforded excellent wine. The accounts of the time are copious
in the description of its verdure and fertility, its rich pastures
covered with flowers and herbage, its beautiful shades and wholesome air.
But the sea breaking in upon the land, overwhelmed the whole country,
took possession of the soil, and totally destroyed one of the most
fertile vallies in the world; its air, from being dry and healthful, from
that time became unwholesome, and the small part of the country, which by
being higher than the rest escaped the deluge, was soon rendered
uninhabitable from its noxious vapours. The island continued under water
some centuries, till at last the sea, by the same caprice which had
prompted its invasion, began to abandon the earth in like manner. It has
continued for some ages to relinquish its former conquests; and although
the inhabitants can neither boast the longevity nor the luxuries of the
original possessors, yet they find ample means of subsistence, and if
they happen to survive the first years of residence there, they are often
known to arrive at a good old age.
On this coast several manors and large portions of the neighbouring
parishes have been swallowed up; nor has there been any intermission,
from time immemorial, in the ravages of the sea within a distance of
twenty miles in length in which these places stood.
Many a poor fisherman has lost his life within sight of his parents,
wife, and children, whose uplifted hands, streaming eyes, and shrieks of
wild despair, proclaimed the pangs they endured, the agony they suffered,
at losing their offspring, their husband, their father; and this too,
when the tenderest ties of affection endeared them to each other; on a
sudden lost, gone for ever! leaving those behind, who, if not bereaved of
their senses entirely, remain during their sojourn in this vale of tears,
for ever broken-hearted and disconsolate. This gloomy picture may appear
over-drawn; but, alas! it is too true and melancholy to think of, where
such accidents are frequent, and likely to continue till time shall be no
more. But there is a ray of hope, that the object which appears so
difficult to accomplish, may eventually be attained by the industry of
man, with the means given and transmitted from the acquisition of
knowledge, through an Allwise and Merciful Creator. Let us earnestly
pray that His blessing may be bestowed upon our humble endeavours, to the
fulfilment of this or a superior design.
APPENDIX.
BACTON.
Bacton or Backton, termed in the Doomsday Book Baketuna, is situated
about four miles and a half north-east by east of North Walsham. From
bordering on the sea, it continually experiences its devastating effects,
which is the more to be regretted, as the land, about 1600 acres, is
extremely fertile.
The Church, dedicated to St. Andrew, is a neat edifice, situated on
elevated ground, about a quarter of a mile distant from the sea; and the
interior, though unadorned with costly monuments, contains several neat
stones to record departed worth.
The venerable relic of Norman grandeur Broomholme Priory, generally
termed Bacton Abbey, is situated in the centre of the village, and from
its being in a better state of preservation than probably any other in
this county, which possesses the astonishing number of one hundred and
twenty-two, is ever a source of interest to the lovers of antiquity.
The architectural style of the Priory of Broomholme appears to be that of
the Norman and the early or lancet gothic united.
The editor of the General History of the County of Norfolk says: “A part
of its architecture is so entirely of the same style as Norwich
Cathedral, that it can scarcely be doubted but they are of the same era.”
The north transept, with its triforium arches, many of which still
remain, bears some resemblance to those of Norwich Cathedral and the
Church of St. Nicholas, Yarmouth.
The churches generally were built in the form of the latin cross,
terminating at the end in a semi-circular apsis. The internal elevations
consisted of three divisions, the lower arches—the triforium, occupying
the space between the vaulting and external roof of the side aisles—and
the celestory.
The circular arched entrance north of the transept appears to be built of
Caen stone, and though plain, attests the origin of at least this part of
the building. To the east a very lofty arch presents itself of the early
gothic.
The chapter-house has a very large window of the early pointed gothic,
supposed to have been added in the reign of Henry the VII, but it appears
of a much earlier date.
The arcades of the face of the interior walls are very plain and simple;
and are intended to take off the effect of a large extent of plain
surface as the windows are but small. This appears to have been general
in all Norman architecture.
The chimney is very modern, as the builders of the middle ages gave the
preference to warming their halls by a central hearth, leaving the smoke
to blacken the roof and escape as it best might by an open lantern.
The niche in the north transept, which bears traces of the ornamental
gothic, was probably added with other parts of the building, as the abbey
increased in fame and opulence.
The following are the supposed dimensions of the various buildings, &c.:—
The church 112 feet
North transept 22 feet by 18 feet
Chancel 23 feet
Quadrangle 73 feet by 47 feet
Cloister 76 feet by 21 feet
Large hall 100 feet by 24 feet
This priory was founded in 1113, by William de Glanville, in the reign of
Henry the First, for monks of the order of Cluni, as a cell to Castleacre
priory. Here the monks of the latter sent their junior brethren, when
too much crowded at home, or refractory monks, to do penance for non
compliance with monastic rules. Subsequently, Bartholomew de Glanville,
who was Sheriff of Norfolk and Suffolk, confirmed the priory of
Castleacre to this priory.—The first prior was inducted to the abbey in
the reign of Henry the First, and the last in the reign of Henry the
Eighth.
The monks attached to this establishment appear, according to early
historians, to have derived great profit from a cross, said to have been
made out of that part of the Saviour’s cross to which the hands and feet
were attached, particularly the part where it was most sprinkled with his
blood; and Capgrave informs us, “that no fewer than thirty-nine were
raised from the dead, and nineteen blind persons had their sight restored
by it.”
In this priory were also preserved the “girdle for Zona, and milk of the
blessed Virgin, and fragments of the crosses of St. Peter and St.
Andrew.”
Such was the rage for relics in former times, that Mabillon, a
Benedictine, complained that the altars were loaded with counterfeits;
numerous spurious ones being every where offered to the piety and
devotion of the faithful. He also observes, “that bones were often
consecrated, which so far from belonging to the saints, probably never
belonged to Christians!” To shew how far this fraud extended, the
“girdle” of the Virgin Mary, said to have been possessed by the monastery
of Broomholme, was shown to the visitors appointed by Henry the Eighth,
in eleven different places.
The following “Legendary Fragment,” written by an intimate friend of the
Author’s, may not be deemed inappropriate:—
Broomholme, thy ruined grandeur tells
A saddening tale of man’s decay,
It speaks how all his glories pass,
How all his relics droop away;
How all his efforts fall a prey
To Desolation’s ruthless reign,
How all the records he would trace
The hand of Time outblots again.
Thou hast looked forth for ages past,
And seen the unwearying ebb and flow
Of yonder calm and azure sea,
Glittering in summer’s golden glow;
And oh! how many a winter’s snow
Hath wrapped thee in its spotless vest,
How many a Spring with cheerful hand
Thy fair domain in beauty drest.
How oft within thy ruined fane
Has many a haughty zealot knelt,
And muttered o’er some holy prayer
His thankless heart had never felt:
Thou’st heard the groans of souls that melt
With anguish and repentance cleft,
Who, though engulphed in blood and crime,
Had yet the hope of mercy left.
Oh! could yon gloomy pile reveal
The thousand tales its records bear,
And rend the dark mysterious seal
That Time has fixed for ever there,
Perchance ’twould tell of pain and care,
The same unvarying round of woe,
The same dark chain of human ills
That links us all to life below.
’Twould tell of horrors dark and dire,
That well the sternest heart might thrill,
How man with rapine, sword, and fire,
Had wrought with zeal his brother’s ill.
Strange that ungrateful man should fill
The cup of woe, for pride or pelf,
Yet madly, fondly, vainly hope,
To taste the streams of bliss himself.
’Twould tell how bright, to Childhood’s eyes,
The glory of existence seems,
How swiftly life’s ensuing hours
Lose one by one their golden gleams.
How fondly Hope’s delusive dreams
The hearts of men with smiles enslave,
How those forlorn and weary here,
May learn to look beyond the grave.
And Fancy often wanders back,
Through Time on her enchanted wings,
To snatch one legend from the gloom
That age about thy ruin flings.
And thus Imagination sings
In fond conceit and varied lay,
With all a Poet’s trembling pride,
“A tale of Broomholme’s Abbey grey.”
The northern blast is sighing now,
In every withered leafless bough,
The dirge of the departed year;
And the lone sea-bird’s dismal wail,
That ever comes in storm and gale,
Foretells the gathering tempest near.
The gloom of night is deepening fast,
And on the wild and fitful blast
The stormy clouds like shadows fly;
And darkened by their rapid flight,
The pale and placid orb of night
Is shrouded from the seaman’s eye.
The vivid lightning’s transient flash,
And then the deafening thunder crash,
Proclaims the elemental war;
And when the lightning leaves the skies,
And when the rolling thunder dies,
Hark, how the raging waters roar.
The wild waves that in wanton play
Fling to the winds their feather’d spray,
But seem to mock the angry sky;
But seem to sport in maddening pride,
When all is dread and dark beside,
And ghastly Death is hovering nigh.
* * * * * *
Morn: oh! how many anxious eyes
Have watched the live-long night for thee,
That from the threshold of the skies,
Now looks o’er a tempestuous sea;
The ocean that so softly bright
Hath mirror’d oft the Queen of Night,
In lustrous lines of liquid light,
And, oh! hath looked so calm and fair,
As if no storm could gather there.
Like to those living lights that shine
So pure and placid from the eyes,
When at Religion’s holy shrine
The humble soul in rapture lies,
And gloomy passions wake within,
That lead away the heart to sin;
Then all that looked so fair and bright,
So pure in its own sportive glee,
Becomes a torture and a blight,
And wilder than the raging sea.
The gale now slowly dies away,
With the approach of dawning day,
And every wave that chafes the shore,
Salutes the strand with sullen roar,
And on the beach in sadness flings
All that to Hope was once so sweet,
Like trophies which a warrior brings,
And lays them at his country’s feet.
Records that blood and death had earned,
When mercy from her shrine was spurned.
Alas! when angry storms break forth,
And wake the waters into wrath;
Ah! then the treacherous heaving wave
Rolls over many a wanderer’s grave,
And striving winds and foaming surge
Sing many a mournful funeral dirge.
* * * * * *
Oh, Heaven! that such a lovely form
Could brave so dread and fierce a storm,
That one so beautiful and frail
Could bide the harsh and bitter gale;
And she who angels might have kept
In hallowed watches while she slept,
Is pillowed on the sandy shore,
Her lullaby the waters’ roar:
And frowning skies in sorrow spread
Their canopy around her head.
And now beside the maiden kneels
A messenger of fond relief,
One who with sweet religion heals
The wounded spirit’s cankering grief;
And raises from the chilly sand
The form that cold and lifeless lay,
Sustains it with a trembling hand,
And wraps it in his mantle grey.
And from that frontlet wipes away
The wanton water’s brackish spray.
And now her wild and anxious gaze
Is fixed upon his swarthy cheek,
And faint and feebly she essays
Her wonder and despair to speak;
And he who looked so calm before,
Is moved to tears of sorrow now,
That as he bends the maiden o’er,
Those drops of pity damp her brow.
He turns as though ashamed to own
His heart has soft and yielding grown.
And now is many an offer made
Of home and hospitable aid,
By those who throng around the maid,
To them the monk his charge commends,
With promises of bounteous pay,
And with a heart of trouble wends
His steps to Broomholme Abbey “grey.”
* * * * * *
What charm is there in Nature’s smile,
When Hope be dead the weary while,
Or what in all the world can please,
When aching hearts are ill at ease.
And, oh! what rapture could _he_ feel,
Who left the fair and beaten track
Of sweet Religion’s holy zeal,
And to the cold world wandered back;
Whose only oriflamme should be
The sanguine cross of Calvary.
Yes, he whose life had aye been spent
In self denial’s lowly creed,
In turning sinners to repent,
And share the Abbey’s thrifty meed.
Yes, he who taught that heavenly love
Should all absorb the anxious mind,
That hearts should look to hopes above,
And leave the thoughtless world behind:
Yes, he whose years though few had been,
In much of deep devotion past,
Who joy’d the smiling summer scene,
And braved the winter’s bitter blast;
Yes, he who told how dear and sweet
Was holy influence to the mind,
Who walked the world with weary feet,
To succour helpless human kind;
Yes, he forgot for beauty’s smile,
His oath to Heaven, his hopes above,
He gave his heart to pleasures wile,
And lost his soul for woman’s love.
Yes, he forgot the lowly mien,
The holy mass, the rosary,
And all that he had ever been,
For hopeless love and misery.
Alas! that grief should ever wear
So pale a cheek with sorrow’s tear,
That anguish and remorse should trace
Their furrowed lines on Beauty’s face,
And early troubles lead the way
For dread disease and slow decay.
There is a canker of the breast
That pleasure cannot charm away,
When the young heart becomes a prey
To dread disquiet, and un-rest.
Day after day—day after day,
Along that smooth and sandy shore,
Did Herbert with fair Edith stray,
Oft listening to the angry roar
Of the wild ocean’s troubled sound,
Till the fair earth had wandered round
The presence of the glorious sun;
And when the winter had begun
To shackle every limpid river,
And silence every gurgling rill,
And in the woodland on the hill
The aspen leaves had ceased to quiver,
And every minstrel in the wood
Was silent in its solitude,
Those lovely birds that gaily chanted
Their songs of gladness from the grove;
Ah! oft had Edith’s bosom panted
With silent and supreme delight,
When they have woke the lovely night
With their melodious songs of love.
Ah! many and many a lovely eve,
Beneath the Heaven’s bespangled roof,
Did her young heart delight to weave
The future like a fairy woof:
And with her Herbert by her side,
In the sweet hush of eventide,
When night-blown flowers of beauty rare
With perfume filled the stilly air;
Often in those delightful hours,
When the young dreamy heart of youth
Plucks many a wreath from Fancy’s bowers,
And knits them on the brow of truth.
And once she said, with tearful eye,
With quivering lip, yet tender tone,
As if her weak and trembling heart
Were half afraid its fears to own—
“Herbert forgive, I know thou wilt,
Or else my heart the wish would rue,
Ah! if it bears the taint of guilt,
In mercy, Heaven, absolve me too.
When death with chilling hand shall sever
The souls that nought but death could part,
Herbert, a slow consuming fever
Is burning at my brain and heart:
I feel that death is calmly stealing
Over my senses, day by day,
Immortal longings and a feeling
Of rapture charms my pulse away.
Herbert, dear Herbert, my request,
My last sad dying wish would be,
That in the last embrace of death,
My rest may then be near to thee;
And by the willows that o’ershade
The streamlet on the woodland hill,
Our dust may be in sadness laid,
And, though in death, together still.”
Down Herbert’s cheeks the drops of woe
Coursed sad and slowly—whilst the maid
Her last and earnest wishes prayed.
It was a dread and bitter throe—
Such as fond hearts, when doomed to sever,
At once unheeded and for ever,
Pure ardent souls alone could know.
He clasped her to his aching heart—
Her brow, alas! how pale and chill;
An icy glaze is o’er her eye,
And yet her lips are quivering still.
Ah! what is all the world to him?
A sleepless night, a cheerless day,
Now those endearing eyes are dim,
And his twin spirit passed away.
Now what to him is hill or dale,
The summer’s sun or winter’s gale?
Alas! they only tell a tale
That wakes a sorrow in his breast,
Whispering o’er and o’er again,
That he _was_ blest, supremely blest.
Autumn or winter, summer or spring,
What are they now to him?
He walks the earth like a withered thing,
Whose lamp of life is dim.
* * * * * * *
The keenest pangs of mortal woes,
And Sorrow’s agonizing throes,
The briny drops of Misery
That overflow the mourning eye,
When Hope has lost its faintest gleam,
Will make the sweetest Eden seem
A barren and unkindly waste.
Alas! how bitter to the taste
Is that dark cup Remembrance fills
With all the worst of human ills,
And crowns with pleasures past away.
As waters silently decay
The flinty rocks they hourly fret,
So does the wildness of Despair,
And the slow canker of Regret,
The weary human bosom wear.
In Broomholme’s cloistered turret now
Herbert de Colville lowly lies,
And withered is his burning brow,
And haggard are his frenzied eyes;
Those wandering orbs whose meteor light
Shines wildly from their mortal spheres,
When Fever like a deadly blight,
The wavering sense with madness sears;
It fills the eye and rends the heart,
When Reason’s heavenly rays depart,
And leave the mind so faint and dim.
That it had ever been to him,
To leave the Abbey’s holy wall,
And from that sweet Religion fall,
That should have been his hope—his all,
When earthly scenes began to pall;
That he should learn the bitter truth,
When buoyant hours are all gone by,
That the wild erring steps of youth
Must be retraced, when health and prime
Have left the frame, and when the eye
Is dim with pain and misery;
When the lone heart is worn and weak,
And the untiring hand of Time
Hath written Manhood on his cheek.
And round about him watchful stand
The Brethren of that holy band,
Whose pure devoted lives are given
To work the glorious will of Heaven.
And their’s is not a bigot’s zeal,
Whose dear delight is but to heal
The souls that pant for sweet repose,
O’erwhelmed with sin and worldly woes,
To succour in the hour of need
The hearts that ache and inly bleed,
Whose crown of glory is the meed,
That Love upon the soul bestows;
The sweet rejoicing of the heart,
That well performs its mortal part;
And not ingratitude nor slight,
Nor the world’s cold and biting scorn,
Contempt and scoffing hourly borne,
Hath power to dim the holy light
That Love around her votary flings,
For she can wrap them in delight,
And fan them with ambrosial wings,
When death with calm approaches steep
Their senses in eternal sleep.
* * * * * *
“Alas! ’tis not my lowly couch,
Nor Misery’s unkindest touch,
No, nor the world so long forgot,
Although in grief remembered now,
Nor yet my lone and humble lot,
That made me what ye see me now.
She was perchance an erring light,
A beauteous wandering meteor flame,
That on my waking vision came,
To cross my pathway like a blight;
Or else a Heavenly spirit sent
From a diviner element,
Who left some star-lit world that lies
Far off in azure’s seas than this,
To teach my spirit what sweet bliss,
Were in her home beyond the skies.
But yet she passed,—she drooped away,
Like a fair rose untimely blighted,
Like an Hymeneal altar lighted
On a fond bridegroom’s dying day.
There was a flush upon her cheek,
That in my soul a sadness wrought,
A warning voice that used to speak,
The lesson of her life’s decay;
There was a lustre in her eyes,
Like a celestial glory caught,
From some bright meteor of the skies.
There was a music in her tone,
Like the low wind of Autumn makes,
Through the lone woods in sadness sighing,
When the bright leaves and flowers are dying,
As if it sighed for their sweet sakes.
Although I know and feel she died,
Her form and voice are with me now,
These are the hands that from her brow
Were wont so often to divide
The tresses of her golden hair,
When the night winds had wanton’d there.
But when we wandered through the glade,
And heard the night bird on the bough,
Or side by side together prayed,
Is but a fading vision now.”
* * * * * *
Broomholme’s Abbey is old and grey,
And monks are kneeling the live-long day,
From matin time till eve;
Many and sweet are the Aves they say,
And many the souls they shrieve.
At midnight, censors were brightly swinging,
And slowly and sad was the requiem singing,
And masses are singing still,
For him they laid in the willow’s shade,
By the stream on the woodland hill.
CAISTER.
Caister or Caistor, a pleasant village situated upon the coast, about two
miles and a half to the northward of Yarmouth, possesses the remains of a
Roman station, and the ruins of Caister castle.—A lofty circular tower
and a large portion of the north and west walls belonging to the latter
are very prominent. This is supposed to be one of the oldest brick
mansions in England. It was erected by Sir John Fastolf, who was born
here, or at Yarmouth, in 1378. He entered early in life a brilliant
military career, and signalized himself by many acts of bravery during a
forty years’ campaign under the English Regency in France, and history
records, in the course of this period, he was made in the field of battle
a Knight Banneret, a Baron of France, Knight of the Garter, Marshal of
the Regent’s Household, the King’s Lieutenant in Normandy, and
progressively appointed to various public offices. He subsequently
returned to Caistor, and his liberality, munificence, and acts of charity
were not equalled in the period in which he lived. He became a founder
of religious and other edifices, a generous patron of learning, an
encourager of piety, and a benefactor to the poor.
A quibble on the name of this truly great and eminent man has been raised
by some authors, who supposed him to be the Sir John Falstaff, whom our
immortal bard Shakspeare delineated in the humorous but abandoned
character as constantly lounging about the court of Prince Henry
(afterwards Henry the Vth. of England).—The poetical Falstaff was nearly
threescore years of age at the battle of Shrewsbury, A.D. 1403, when the
Norfolk hero was not more than twenty-five. The former ended his career
soon after Prince Henry ascended the throne—the latter survived Henry the
Vth. thirty-seven years, and died at Caistor in 1459.
CROMER.
Cromer, formerly a small market town, is situated nine miles N.N.W. of
North Walsham, and on the verge of the German Ocean. At the Doomsday
survey Cromer formed part of the lordship and parish of Shipden, a
considerable village, which, with its church, dedicated to St. Peter,
appears to have been swallowed up by the sea about the time of Henry the
4th. A patent to collect certain dues for the erection of a pier was
granted in the 14th of Richard II. At neap tides, in calm weather, are
still to be seen, about half a mile distant from the shore, large masses
of wall, which are supposed to have belonged to the church alluded to.
Many large portions of land were washed away in 1611, previous to which
the inhabitants expended considerable sums of money and ingenuity in a
fruitless attempt to maintain a small harbour. In the winter of 1799,
the light-house cliffs, projecting from the beach three hundred and
twenty feet, made several remarkably large shoots, one of which brought
with it half an acre of ground, and extended into the sea beyond low
water mark. On January 15th, 1825, another large mass of earth was
detached from the light-house hills, and fell with great force on the
beach, extending in breadth above three hundred yards from the cliffs,
covering an area of twelve acres, and containing, it was supposed, not
less than half a million of cubic yards of earth. The fall of this
enormous body was sudden and unexpected. A large stream of water issued
from the bank immediately after its fall, and discharged itself down upon
the beach with great noise and violence. Early in the morning of August
19th, 1832, another large shoot of the cliffs occurred near the
light-house, which threatened the destruction of that useful edifice. It
was deemed expedient to erect another on the hill, two hundred and fifty
yards inland; but the remains of the old one are still standing about
three-quarters of a mile east of the town, where it was built of brick in
1719.
These immense landslips were almost entirely owing to the numerous fresh
water springs abounding in this locality, but the damage the town of
Cromer experienced, and referred to in Chapter III., was caused by the
ocean, during a continuous gale of wind.
According to tradition, Cromer church, dedicated to St. Peter and St.
Paul, is supposed to have been erected in the reign of Henry 4th, soon
after the village of Shipden disappeared. It is a large and handsome
edifice, built of flint and free-stone, in the Gothic style, with a fine
tower 154 feet in height, and richly ornamented with sculpture. The west
entrance, the north porch, and the chancel have been long in ruins, and
very little of the latter now remains; and history informs us, that many
of its ornaments were destroyed by Cromwell’s soldiers, who converted it
into barracks.
As a watering place Cromer richly deserves the celebrity it has attained;
and the encomiums conferred by those who have visited it during the
summer months, are certainly not exaggerated. Nature indeed, appears to
have bestowed her favours with no sparing hand to render it a delightful
retreat for the invalid—or those who require a relaxation from the noise
and bustle of a city life—and for those who are desirous to prosecute
their studies with ease and comfort, almost amounting to enchantment.
The most fastidious could but be pleased with the beauty of the
surrounding scenery—with the accommodation provided by enterprising
individuals—with the civility and courteous demeanour of its inhabitants,
who from the highest to the lowest grade, take every possible pains to
deserve lasting esteem and friendship. The fishermen too are exceedingly
well behaved, and their looks pourtray a contentment approaching to
happiness, that indicates the labour attending their perilous vocation is
rewarded.
The village of Shipden, with its church dedicated to St. Peter, which lay
between Cromer and the sea, has wholly disappeared.
ECCLES.
Eccles by the Sea, nine miles east by south of North Walsham, was a
hamlet of the great lordship of Hasborough or Happisburgh, from whence it
is about two miles distant. It not only appears fast sinking into
oblivion itself, but also holds a fearful destiny over a large tract of
valuable marsh land in the eastern division of the county, by reason of
the inlet it may sooner or later afford to an irruption of the sea.
In the reign of Edward the Confessor it was held by Edric, a Dane of
noble extraction, afterwards by Ralph, Earl of Norfolk, through whom it
became forfeited to the Crown. William the Conqueror bestowed it upon
Roger Bigot, whence it passed successively into the hands of William de
Albini, ancestor of the Earls of Arundale, William le Parker, and several
other noblemen of renown in the annals of chivalry.
Many curious privileges and customs the lords of the manor derived in
those days—for we find in 33rd of Edward the 1st, 1305, William le Parker
was entituled to receive wreck of sea, lagan, and resting geld, customs,
and other profits upon the sea and land, and of every crew of a ship or
boat washing their nets in the said village after Michaelmas to
Martlemas, an hundred herrings, and also a fee for goods, chattels, &c.,
coming to land by sea, without the help of the said William or his
servant, or resting upon the land one day and one night; and if the said
William or his men, &c., immediately after imminent danger, or after
shipwreck, shall do their endeavour to save such things, then the said
William shall have a third part of all such things, or the value of them,
unless of his good will he will omit something, but must not be
asked.—Among the land customs was the bed gild, and at every wedding,
noble or ignoble, the lords of the manor had the privilege of
consummating the nuptials of the bride, or receiving a fee instead. This
indecorous system prevailed in some parts of Scotland not many years
since.
These arbitrary laws, enacted in the earlier period of England’s history,
when ignorance prevailed, and barbarism allowed the honoured and the
wealthy to impose exactions cruel and oppressive, on those beneath them,
may possibly have in many instances, from humanity, been omitted. At all
events, as knowledge advanced, we find that not only have those which
pressed so heavily upon the poor industrious fishermen been cancelled,
but that others have been reduced to an extent compatible with the
necessary protection to property exposed to the pilferer, from lamentable
accidents on the coast. And it is highly gratifying to observe, that
until recently no murmur or complaint has been raised against the lords
of the manor, and this is confined to two or three districts, and arose
from the following circumstance:—From time immemorial, it appears,
persons have been allowed to take whatever sea-beach materials they
required for domestic or other purposes, without molestation or the
exaction of any fee. But the increasing demand induced individuals who
were deputed by the lords of the manor to officiate in their stead, to
apply for permission to charge so much per freight or load; which being
granted, a pretty income has been realized from the hundreds of loads of
sand, stones, &c., removed annually.—A curious coincidence, however, is
connected with it. One of these deputy lords, a few years since,
observed that the removal of sea-beach materials, within a given distance
of the road or gangway to the beach, afforded an inlet for the ocean to
under mine and remove the foot of the gangway to such an extent, that an
expence was necessarily incurred, from time to time, in repairing it,
besides the loss of land on either side of it. He therefore applied for
permission to fix up a board in the vicinity, on which was printed—
“By order of the Magistrates.
“Notice is hereby given—Should any person or persons take away or
remove any sand near the gangway and foot of the cliffs, he or they
shall be prosecuted, and upon conviction, shall suffer the extreme
penalty of the law.”
But strange to relate, no sooner did the deputy lord receive permission
to dispose of the sea-beach materials, than the board was taken down, and
individuals are permitted to take them away, if not in the immediate
vicinity of the gangway, at least at the foot or base of the cliffs.
Every remaining vestige of Eccles denotes antiquity. Ancient stone walls
have been exposed within the last three years by the action of the sea,
removing lofty sand hills, and the peasantry have picked up silver and
copper coins of great antiquity. But a still stronger evidence of a
remote period may be traced in the wells constructed with large unburned
bricks, formed in a mould wider at one end than at the other, to adapt
them to the true circumference of the well itself. It is quite clear the
wells had been filled up with earth, and ceased to be used before the
abandonment of the place, since near to every one of them is a stone
well, built with mortar, similar to the churches, which possibly denotes
the first step towards civilization in this country. It formerly
contained two thousand acres of land, but so wasted by the incursion of
the German Ocean, that the inhabitants, in their petition for a reduction
of taxes, in the reign of James the 1st, complained they had then only
fourteen houses and three hundred acres of land. The whole now comprises
a few cottages, with the church tower, and one hundred and fifty acres of
land. The church was dedicated to St. Mary.
History informs us, that the parish of Whimpnell, formerly situated
between Hasborough and Eccles, has been entirely removed by the sea.
HASBOROUGH.
Hasborough, denominated also Happisburgh, situated seven miles south-east
of North Walsham, is a considerable village, containing a church
dedicated to St. Mary. Its steeple, 110½ feet in height, stands on an
elevated point of land, and is extremely useful to the mariner as a
land-mark. In former days a large wooden cross presented itself a
considerable height above and from the centre of the steeple, which
rendered it still more conspicuous, and prior to 1818 it became so
decayed, that it was blown down. The inhabitants erected another in its
stead, which, during a heavy tempest in 1822, unfortunately served as a
conductor for the electric fluid, which demolished it, and also a large
portion of the south-east buttress; the latter fell upon and passed
through the roof of the church, on to the aile beneath. On this occasion
the electric fluid set fire to the church, and had not the promptest
measures been resorted to, it must have been destroyed.
Here also was erected, in 1791, two light-houses, the one a hundred and
the other eighty feet high. The upper part of each terminates in a dome;
immediately beneath is the lantern, and on the outside a platform,
surrounded with iron palisading, whose verge consists of a flat piece of
the same material. Some years since, an unfortunate individual, subject
to mental aberration, while in an extremely excited state, walked on the
top or rim of the palisading, round one of the lights. This feat he
safely accomplished, and extraordinary to relate, it had the desirable
effect to render him calm and collected for several years.
A lover of the picturesque would be amply repaid for the trouble taken to
reach the platform, which, as before observed, describes a circle, the
one half presenting, on a clear day, a beautiful marine view, the other a
splendid landscape.
In the former, the ocean, as far as the eye can reach, exhibits a vast
expanse of troubled water, imparting sound which murmurs discontent. Its
bosom too, after northerly and north-easterly winds, is frequently
bedecked with vessels bound to some distant port, and from their being so
numerous, so variable in size and form, and gliding so near the shore,
they produce a beautiful panorama, not surpassed on any other part of the
coast.
From the latter is seen in the distance, the spire of Norwich Cathedral,
Cromer and Winterton light-houses. The intermediate space presenting
pretty scenery of hill and dale, with here and there a mansion surrounded
with plantations. The spires of the village churches too are numerous
and conspicuous, and the ruins of antiquated buildings, especially the
Priory of Broomholme, at Bacton, is a picture in itself inviting our
thoughts to roam to by-gone times.—The lands divided with fences, neat
and trim, and the fields, exhibit, during the summer months, the various
colours of the ripening corn. Farm-houses located at uncertain
distances, and the humble cottages of the industrious poor, present at
once a _coup-d’œil_ of the blessings conferred on industry and
enterprize.
To the Geologist and the Antiquarian a fine field for research, and a
glorious treat, is afforded them. Within a short distance to the
northward are lofty cliffs, containing in the different strata, relics of
animals; some similar to those in the present day; others that never
existed in the memory of the oldest historian; and those which now exist
only in the torrid zone. The shells of fish that only inhabit rivers
whose waters have departed to other channels, whose beds have been
covered up probably for ages, while the trunks of trees, and stumps, with
their strong roots extended, are frequently exposed after strong gales of
wind.
To the southward is old Eccles steeple, ready to be snatched into the
briny ocean; at its foot, towards the sea, is the remaining portion of
the sacred edifice, with other foundations, indicating where once had
existed the humming noise of human beings, exercising their vocation for
individual and collective benefit. On either side of the old steeple are
capacious banks, where the marram grows spontaneously, whose long tufts
conceal the wily rabbit and the timid hare. Here the weary may rest; the
contemplative picture to himself scenes that are past, present, and to
come. Here pic-nic parties, merry meetings, the young and old, may
partake of a delightful recreation, which a wonderful yet beautiful world
presents; containing the fountain from whence all Philosophy springs and
ends, and embracing the evidence of an Infinite Being, in the grandeur
and magnificence of Creation.
HORSEY.
Horsey next the Sea must have been formerly one of the most uninviting
hamlets ever beheld. It lies between Waxham and Winterton, and is eleven
miles north by west of Yarmouth. Its lonely situation, its containing a
large lake, called Horsey mere, and intersected with ditches of stagnant
water, cannot render it even now prepossessing. And were it not for its
complete exposure to wind from every quarter, it probably would be very
unhealthy.—Such a singular aspect did it assume some years since, that an
early historian, alluding to Horsey, recommended it to the notice of
government, as being peculiarly adapted for prisoners of war, especially
the French; observing they could be retained there readily, as there was
only one road to it; and its growing roots in abundance, besides an
innumerable quantity of frogs, the expense for maintaining them would be
inconsiderable.
The present proprietor’s highly respected ancestor, about fifty years
since, purchased the manor, when it was of little value, being generally
flooded, and having expended a considerable sum of money in draining the
marshes, repairing the sea-bank, and making a road to Somerton, an
adjoining village leading to Yarmouth, has rendered it one of the most
fertile estates in the county.
On the sea-bank within the bounds of this parish is Little Waxham, a
manor of 160 acres; but the village, and its church dedicated to St.
Margaret, were swept away by the ocean many years ago.
KESWIC.
Keswic or Casewic, situated to the east of Bacton, appears to have been
part of the manor, and extended to this place and Broomholme. In 1382,
the church, dedicated to St. Clement, was standing, and when it became
deserted cannot be determined.
Extensive ruins remained for several years, which were taken down on the
day of the coronation of George the Third and Queen Charlotte, with the
exception of a small portion, now forming walls to two or three cottages.
A considerable part of the village is now in the sea from the falling of
the cliffs.
MUNDESLEY.
Mundesley is a pleasant village, situated about five miles north by east
of North Walsham, and has considerably improved during the last few
years, but, similarly to Bacton, to which it is annexed, is continually
wasting by the sea. A villa erected by F. Wheatley, Esq., commands a
beautiful marine view, but to preserve it from the rapacity of the ocean,
upwards of three thousand pounds have been expended.
PALLING.
Palling next the Sea lies between Eccles and Waxham, and is about twenty
miles north-east of Norwich. It is celebrated in ancient records as
being the residence of Godwin, Earl of Kent, in the reign of Edward the
Confessor. William the Conqueror afterwards seized on it, and at the
grand survey, Godric was bailiff or steward of it for that king.
Within the last few months, the sea has removed the beach at low water
mark, and exposed the strata beneath its surface. In it are the remains
of the trunks and roots of trees; the former broken off from three to
four feet above the strata, while around lie the remaining portions
consisting of the branches, leaves, &c., but very much compressed. The
bark of the beech is very distinct, but the oak, and especially the red
fir, are in the best state of preservation. The wood of the latter has
evidently undergone considerable chemical change, for the ligneous or
fibrous part is very perfect, but its resinous properties are absent,
consequently the wood when dried, is much lighter, and smells strongly of
sulphur. It is impossible to ascertain how long the trees have been
covered up, but probably some centuries.
TRIMINGHAM.
Trimingham is situated on the tall cliffs between Mundesley and Cromer,
and five miles north by east of North Walsham. Like the former, it has
been subject to the encroachments of the ocean for a series of years, and
is now reduced to a small village. The church stands on the highest
point of the cliffs; and history relates that its ancient priests
professed to have the head of St. John the Baptist. Pilgrims came a long
distance with great offerings, and thus became the dupes of superstition
and deceit.
WAXHAM.
Waxham lies on the coast between Palling and Horsey, and is about
fourteen miles north-west of Yarmouth. This parish was formerly much
more extensive, and although it has not been encroached upon for some
years, yet the sand hills appear evidently inclined to recede.
The church, dedicated to St. John, exhibits considerable dilapidation,
the chancel end being quite in ruins. In the church-yard lies interred
the remains of the unfortunate mate of the Hunter cutter.
WELLS.
Wells next the sea is situated five miles north by west of Walsingham,
and 32 miles north-west of Norwich. It possesses a tolerably good
harbour and several neat buildings, but its streets are very irregular.
The church, dedicated to St. Nicholas, is a neat edifice, with a square
tower. On July 15th, 1817, a gale of wind from the north produced so
high a tide, that the marshes near Wells became inundated.
WINTERTON.
Winterton is an ancient village, annexed to Horsey on the south, and
within eight miles north by west of Yarmouth. It is sheltered on the
north-east by a bold promontory called Winterton-Ness, and well known to
the mariner as the most fatal headland between Scotland and London. The
church, dedicated to the Holy Trinity and All Saints, possesses a fine
tower, 118 feet in height, which commands an extensive view of the ocean.
On the 27th of December, 1665, a tremendous high tide caused such
alarming breaches in the sand hills at Winterton, Horsey, and Waxham, as
to threaten destruction to all the valuable marsh land from thence to
Yarmouth, Beccles, &c.
YARMOUTH,
Frequently termed Great Yarmouth, is the principal sea-port town in
Norfolk, and 123 miles distant N.E. of London. It stands on the east
bank of the river Yare (from whence it takes its name), at its confluence
with the Bure, about two miles from the mouth of the haven, which is very
extensive and commodious.—From the appearance of the country, and an
ancient chart, supposed to have been drawn about A.D. 1000, it is evident
that a broad and extensive estuary divided this part of the eastern
coast, not only in the time of its most ancient inhabitants, but for a
long period after the Saxon Conquest, extending its waters westward to
the city of Norwich, northward to Caistor, Reedham, Herringby, and
Strumpshaw, and southward to Gorleston, Burgh, Bungay, Harleston, and
Haddiscoe. This large arm of the ocean forming the grand receptacle of
all the eastern waters of Norfolk (as it still continues under the
circumscribed form of the Yare), began to disappear after the fifth
century, when the sand collecting at its entrance, was, by the action of
the waters, gradually formed into an island, which ultimately extended
itself to the main land, and became the peninsula on which Yarmouth is
founded. Several successive disappointments, and an immense outlay of
capital in endeavouring to erect substantial havens for the guidance of
the river waters into the sea, had been experienced, and at length
finally accomplished by the erection of those beautiful piers and noble
jetty. In 1528 the work was commenced, and on the 2nd day of March,
1559, men, women, and children, to the number of one thousand, were
employed, and succeeded, in the short space of two days, in causing the
water to issue forth into the sea, leaving a depth of ten feet at ebb
tide. In 1567, the water forced a passage down the old channel, towards
the village of Corton. After this disaster, a celebrated Dutch engineer
was employed, who commenced his operations by driving and hedging down
large stakes and piles, to make a firm substantial foundation; this was
first done on the north and afterwards on the south side of the entrance,
for the purpose of forcing the ebbing of the tide to run out by a
north-east channel. The next step was the erecting of piers for
preventing the haven from overflowing, and preserving, at all times of
the tide, a sufficient depth of water for ships to float at their
moorings. The jurisdiction of the haven includes that part of the sea
called Yarmouth roads, extending northward to Scratby, and southward to
Corton, in Suffolk.
INUNDATIONS, SHIPWRECKS, &c.
In 1287, St. Nicholas’ Church was completely inundated by the sea, during
a tremendous flood, that did incredible damage to the town, the greater
part of which was under water.
In 1554, fifty sail of vessels was lost in one day and night, and the
crews perished.
In 1692, a fleet of two hundred sail of colliers, having left the roads
with a fair wind, were suddenly assailed by a tremendous gale from the
north-east. After they had passed Winterton-ness, some of them tacked
and arrived back safe in the roads; the remainder pushed out to sea, but
were unable, through its violence, to clear the Ness to the southward.
The night was exceedingly dark, and missing the lights, few could find
their way; some rode out at a distance; but the rest, amounting to one
hundred and forty sail, were driven ashore, completely wrecked, and
scarcely any of the crews saved. At the same unfortunate juncture, a
number of coasting vessels, laden with grain, bound to Holland, from Lynn
and Wells, having just left the roads, experienced the same disaster; so
that in the whole more than two hundred vessels and one thousand people
were lost in twenty-four hours.
If vessels leaving Flamborough Head, proceed southward, and meet with a
heavy gale from any point between north-east and south-east; or if
leaving the Yarmouth roads, proceeding to the northward, they are
retarded by the wind blowing hard from the north-east, so that they
cannot weather Winterton-ness, they become embayed, and the only chance
for safety is to run for the Lynn Deeps, in attempting which they are in
danger of foundering on the rocks near Cromer, or stranding on the flat
shores between Cromer and Wells.
In 1790, seventy sail of ships met with a similar fate, and also their
crews.
In 1791, a raging tide inundated the denes and the meadows to such a
depth, that boats rowed on Southtown turnpike.
In 1805, a tremendous storm at sea occurred, accompanied by a raging
tide, which nearly destroyed the old jetty.
In 1825, a destructive tide ensued, which did much damage to the town.
The water flowed nearly to the doors of some of the houses on the quays.
The Southtown road was completely overflowed and rendered impassable, the
lower apartments in several houses on the west side were under water, and
much corn, grain, and other merchandize in the store-houses spoiled.
To do ample justice to the highly interesting records associated with
this celebrated sea-port town, would form a volume in itself, and the
ingenuity and embellishments displayed by its inhabitants, to be properly
appreciated ought to be visited, to form a lasting impression of their
industry. Situated on a narrow strip of land, less than a mile in
breadth, and stretching five miles from north to south, it cannot boast
of any pretty inland scenery, as the country is extremely flat, but it
possesses resources interesting and inviting to the stranger.
Its harbour is excellently situated for affording shelter for vessels
unable to contend against contrary winds. Its extensive traffic in coal
and corn, and above all the celebrity it has attained for its herring and
mackerel fisheries, must ever render it a place of the greatest
importance. As a watering-place its merits must not be forgotten.
Splendid edifices and admirable accommodation have been provided near the
sea-shore, enabling its visitors to partake of “delightful breezes to
their hearts’ content,” or to mingle with the gaieties of a city life.
As a naval station during the late war, it proved highly advantageous;
and in accordance with that circumstance, a beautiful Monumental Pillar
was erected on the south Denes, about a mile from the town, to the memory
of the gallant Nelson. It is of Grecian Doric order, elegantly fluted,
and one hundred and forty-four feet in height, ascended by an easy flight
of steps. Upon the plinth are the names of the four ships, “Vanguard,
Captain, Elephant, and Victory,” on board which the heroic Admiral’s flag
was so valorously displayed; and on the coping of the terrace are
inscribed the names of the four principal battles—“Aboukir, St. Vincent,
Copenhagen, and Trafalgar.” On each of the four sides of the pedestal is
a flight of steps leading to the terrace, which affords a promenade round
the shaft. The roof is supported by Caryatides, surrounded by a ball,
and a figure of Britannia, admirably cast, holding in her hand a trident
and a laurel wreath.
On the west side is a very elegant Latin inscription, from the pen of a
Norfolk Gentleman, of which the following is a translation:—
HORATIO LORD NELSON,
Whom, as her first and proudest champion in naval fights,
Britain honoured, while living, with her favour,
and, when lost, with her tears;
Of whom, signalized by his triumphs in all lands,
the whole earth
stood in awe on account of the tempered firmness of his
counsels, and the undaunted ardour of his courage;
This great man
NORFOLK
Boasts her own, not only as born there of a respectable family,
And as there having received his early education,
But her own also in talents, manners, and mind,
The glory of so great a name though sure long to
Outlive all monuments of brass and stone,
His fellow-countrymen of Norfolk have resolved to commemorate
By this column, erected by their joint contributions.
He was born in the year 1758;
Entered on his Profession in 1771;
And was concerned in nearly 150 Naval Engagements with the enemy.
Being Conqueror, among various other occasions,
At Aboukir, August, 1798;
At Copenhagen, April, 1801;
And at Trafalgar, October, 1805:
Which last Victory, the crown of so many glorious achievements,
He consecrated by a death, equally mournful to his country,
And honourable to himself.
* * * * *
_FINIS._
LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS.
The Right Honourable Lord WODEHOUSE, the Lord Lieutenant for the County
of Norfolk.
The Right Honourable Lady WODEHOUSE.
The Honourable Miss WODEHOUSE.
The Right Reverend Dr. STANLEY, Lord Bishop of Norwich, President of the
Geological and Linnean Societies.
The Most Honourable the Marquis of DOURO, M.P.
The Most Honourable the Marquis of CHOLMONDELEY.
The Right Honourable the Earl of STRADBROKE, Lord Lieutenant for the
County of Suffolk.
The Right Honourable the Countess of STRADBROKE.
The Right Honourable the Earl of LEICESTER.
The Right Honourable and Reverend Lord BAYNING.
The Right Honourable Lord SONDES.
The Right Honourable Lord WALSINGHAM.
The Right Honourable Lord BERESFORD.
The Right Honourable Lord CHARLES TOWNSHEND.
The Right Honourable Lord STAFFORD.
The Right Honourable Lord SANDON, M.P.
The Right Honourable Lord HENNIKER, M.P.
The Right Honourable Lord RENDLESHAM, M.P.
The Honourable and Very Reverend GEORGE PELLEW, D.D., Dean of Norwich.
The Honourable and Reverend FREDERICK DE GREY.
The Honourable Captain EDWARD THORNTON WODEHOUSE, R.N.
The Honourable W. R. ROUS.
The Honourable Mrs. ROUS.
The Reverend Dr. BUCKLAND, F.R.S. Professor of Mineralogy and Geology in
the University of Oxford.
The Reverend ADAM SEDGWICK, M.A., F.R.S., Woodwardian Professor to the
University of Cambridge.
R. MURCHISON, Esq. President of the Royal Geographical Society.
CHARLES LYELL, Esq. F.R.S. Vice-President of the Geological Society.
General GROSVENOR.
Lieutenant General Sir EDWARD KERRISON, M.P.
Lieutenant Colonel ROBERT RUSHBROOKE, M.P.
R. SANDERSON, Esq. M.P.
The Honourable Mrs. SANDERSON.
EDMOND WODEHOUSE, Esq. M.P.
W. L. W. CHUTE, Esq. M.P.
HENRY NEGUS BURROUGHES, Esq. M.P.
WILLIAM WILSHERE, Esq. M.P.
BENJAMIN SMITH, Esq. M.P.
Major WILLIAM BERESFORD, C.B., M.P.
Sir ROBERT J. HARVEY.
Lady HARVEY.
Sir JOHN P. BOILEAU, Bart.
Sir JAMES CLARK, Bart. M.D.
Sir CHARLES MANSFIELD CLARKE, Bart. M.D.
Sir T. F. BUXTON, Bart.
Sir JACOB PRESTON, Bart.
Sir W. J. H. B. FOLKES, Bart.
Sir WILLIAM FOSTER, Bart.
Sir ROBERT SHAFTO ADAIR, Bart.
Sir T. S. GOOCH, Bart.
Sir T. S. DICKENS, K.C.H.
Admiral Sir GEORGE PARKER, K.C.B.
Sir HENRY PELLY, K.C.B.
J. PETRE, Esq.
The Honourable Mrs. PETRE.
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Adair A. S., Esq., Flixton, Suffolk
Adams Rev. Richard, Edingthorpe
Alexander Rev. John, Norwich
Alexander Captain, Twickenham
Ames Mr., Ingham
Amis Edward, Esq., Heigham
Anderson Mr., Hasborough
Armes Miss, Sutton
Atkinson Rev. Henry, Bacton
Atkinson Mrs., Bacton
Atkinson Charles, Esq., Knapton
Atkinson Roberts, Esq., Walcot
Aufrere Miss, Norwich
Aufrere Rev. George, Ridlington
Aufrere Rev. P. Du Val, Scarning
Austrin Miss, Norwich
B
Bagge Edward, Esq., Lynn
Baker Robert, Esq., North Walsham
Baker Mr. William, Stalham
Bane Miss, East Ruston
Barber William, Esq., Sutton
Barber Mr., Hickling
Barcham Wm., Esq., Lower Sherringham
Barne Fred., Esq., Dunwich, Kent
Bathurst Rev. Walter, Ludham
Beckwith A. A. H., Esq., Norwich
Bell Richard, Esq., Gorleston
Bell Thos., Esq., F.R.S., London
Betts Mr. John, sen., Hasborough
Bickersteth John, Esq., M.D., Liverpool
Bidwell Henry, Esq., North Walsham
Bignold Samuel, Esq., Norwich
Bilham Mr., Stalham
Birch Rev. Charles, Hasborough
Birkbeck Henry, Esq., Norwich
Blakelock Rev. R., Gimingham
Blyth Mr., North Walsham
Bolton Rev. H., Great Ormesby
Bond Mrs., Bacton
Borrett James, Esq., M.D., Great Yarmouth
Bourne William, Esq., Stalham
Bower William, Esq., Heigham
Brightwen Thomas, Esq., Great Yarmouth
Brightwen John, Esq., Great Yarmouth
Brown John, Esq., Stanway, Essex
Bulman Mr., Hasborough
Bulwer W. E. L., Esq., Heydon-hall
Burrows Rev. H. N., Great Yarmouth
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Cannon Mr., Bacton
Cater Wm., Esq., Waxham
Cato Mr., Hasborough
Clark Mrs., Ludham
Clarke Rev. W. H., Great Yarmouth
Clarke Mr., Bacton
Clarke Mr., Hasborough
Clements Mr., Lessingham
Clowes Wm., Esq., Stalham
Clowes John, Esq., Great Ormesby
Clutterbuck Henry, Esq., M. D., London
Cobbold N. R., Esq., Saxmundham
Coleby John, Esq., North Walsham
Coleby Chas., Esq., North Walsham
Colk Wm., Esq., North Walsham
Colk Mr., Ridlington
Colk Mr. John, Scottow
Collins John, Esq., Bacton
Collyer Rev. Dr., Peckham
Comyn Rev. H. N., Brunstead
Conquest J. T., Esq., M.D., London
Cook Robert, Esq., Stalham
Cook Wm., Esq., Stalham
Cook Rev. S., Knapton
Cook Lieut. Thos., F.R.S., Croydon, Surrey
Cook Mr., Forncett St. Peter’s
Copeman Edward, Esq., Coltishall
Cooper Bransby, Esq., F.R.S., London
Cory Mr., Stalham
Cotterill Rev. James, Blakeney
Coulson Wm., Esq., London
Cresswell Fras., Esq., King’s Lynn
Crosse J. G., Esq., F.R.S., Norwich
Crowe Wm., Esq., Catfield
Crowe Mr., Ashmanhaugh
Crowe Mr., Sutton
Cubitt Rev. Benjamin, Sloley
Cubitt Mrs., Southrepps
Cubitt Benjamin, Esq., Lessingham
Cubitt Thomas, Esq., Bacton
Cubitt Mr. William, Bacton
Cubitt Mr. John, Bacton
Cubitt Mr. Thomas, Witton
Cubitt Mr. Thomas, Ridlington
Cubitt Mr. Robert, Ridlington
Cubitt Mr. Tuthill, Waxham
Culley Mr. R., Bacton
Culley Mr., Stalham
Cunningham Rev. F., Lowestoft
D
Dalrymple Archibald, Esq., Norwich
Day Rev. Chas., Norwich
Deacle Rev. H., Coltishall
Dibol Mrs., Ridlington
Dix Rev. Thos., Irstead
Dix John, Esq., Smallburgh
Ducker Mr., Hasborough
Ducker Miss, Hasborough
Durrant Cubitt, Esq., Brunstead
Durrell Mr. John, East Ruston
E
Earle Charles, Esq., Cromer
Ebbetts John, Esq., Great Witchingham
Ellis Lieut. F. W., R.N., Southwold
Evans L., Esq., M.D., Norwich
Evans Charles, Esq., Norwich
F
Faulke Mr. James, Hasborough
Fauquier Rev. G. W., Bacton
Fauquier Mrs., Bacton
Fenn Mr. Thomas, Stalham
Flavell Rev. John, Ridlington
Fletcher Mr. Charles, Hasborough
Flowerday Mr., Norwich
Flowerday Mr., Sutton
Foster Sampson, Esq., Norwich
Fowler Rev. F. C., Lowestoft
Frarey Mr., Lessingham
Frarey Mr., Hasborough
Frarey Mr., jun., Hasborough
Freeman William, Esq., Norwich
Freeman Mr., Hasborough
G
Gaze Mr. G., Honing
Gaze Mr., sen., East Ruston
Gee Mr., Bacton
Geldart Joseph, Esq., Norwich
Gibbs Mr. V., Stalham
Gibbs Mr. G., Hickling
Gilman C. S., Esq., Norwich
Girling John, Esq., Bacton
Gooch E. S., Esq., Woodbridge, Suffolk
Gooding Jonathan, Esq., F.G.S., Southwold
Goodwin Harvey, Esq., Cromer
Gorham Richard, Esq., Alderton, Suffolk
Gotts Mr. John, Stalham
Groom Mr., Hasborough
Gurney Miss, Northrepps
Gurney R. H., Esq., Norwich
Gurney J. J., Esq., Norwich
Gurney J. H., Esq., Norwich
Gurney Danl., Esq., North Runcton
Guthrie J. G., Esq., F.R.S., London
H
Hall Mr., Norwich
Harbord Mr. R., Walcot
Harris Lieut. Thos., R.N., Palling next the Sea
Harris Mr. Thos., Ashmanhaugh
Harvey Mr., Stalham
Harwich, the Council for the Borough of
Hastings Mr., Catfield
Hawkins Bissett, Esq., M.D., London
Heath Mr., Hasborough
Heath Mr., Cromer
Henderson Mr., Hasborough
Hewett Mr., sen., Walcot
Hewett Mr., jun., Walcot
Hewitt Rev. John, Lessingham
Hewitt Mr. James, Lessingham
Hilton John, Esq., London
Hoare Chas., Esq., Dawlish, Devonshire
Hoare Mrs.
Hockley Mr. Thos., Stalham
Hockley Mrs.
Howe Mr., Colchester
Howes Mr. R., Ridlington
Howes Mr., North Walsham
Hughes Mr., Lower Sherringham
Hull Robert, Esq., M.D., Norwich
Huke Samuel, Esq., Ludham
Humphrey Mr., North Walsham
Hutchinson Charles, Esq., M.D., Norwich
I J
Image Rev. Thos. Whepstead, Suffolk
Ives Robert, Esq., Calthorpe
Jacobson Rev. Thomas, Magdalen Hall, Oxford
Jackson Lieut. Thos., R.N., Bacton
James Lieut. Thomas, R.N., Lyme Regis, Dorsetshire
Jimpson Mr., Sutton
Jocelyn James, Esq., Ipswich
Johnson Randell, Esq., Tunstead
K
Keith Thomas M., Esq., Norwich
Kemp E. C., Esq., Coltishall
Kendall Peter, Esq., Aldeburgh, Suffolk
Kennedy Mr., Bacton
Kerrison E. C., Esq., Melbury, Dorsetshire
Key C. Aston, Esq., F.R.S., London
Kitson John, Esq., Norwich
L
Lacey Mr. Robert, Stalham
Lack Mr. William, Ingham
Lacon J. E., Esq., Yarmouth
Lawes J. E., Esq., Gorleston
Lawrence Mr., Hasborough
Leatherdale Rev. John, Smallburgh
Le-Frank Mr. Thomas, Stalham
Le-Frank Mr. James, Stalham
Leggatt Thomas, Esq., Worstead
Lewis Mr., Ridlington
Long William, Esq., Saxmundham
Long Mr., Hasborough
Lubbock Rev. John, Scottow
Lubbock Edward, Esq., M.D., Norwich
Lyell Mr. Robert, Walcot
M
M’c Farlane Rev. John, Sutton
Mack Rev. Thomas, Tunstead
Mack John, Esq., Paston
Mack Mr. Thomas, Ludham
Manby Capt. G. W., R.N., Yarmouth
Mann J. R., Esq., Buxton
Manship Mr., Bacton
Marler Mr. Robert, Walcot
Marryat Captain, R.N., Langham
Marshall Mr. James, Bacton
Marshall Mr. William, Bacton
Mason Mr., Bacton
Mathews Rev. R. B., Hingham
Mathews George, Esq., Ingham
Martin Mrs., Bixley Hall
Martin Mrs., Stalham
Mattison Wm., Esq., Dilham
Mays Mr. John, Sutton
Mead Edw., Esq., North Walsham
Millard Rev. C. F., Norwich
Millard Philip, Esq., North Walsham
Mornement Mr., Great Massingham
Mower Mr., North Walsham
N
Nassau Frederick, Esq., Priory, Colchester
Nassau Mrs.
Neave Mr. Edward, Sutton
Newman Cubitt, Esq., Brunstead
Nickels John, Esq., Lessingham
Nickels Mr. James, Hasborough
Norman John, Esq., Colchester
O
Opie Mrs., Norwich
P
Page Mr. John, Ludham
Page Mr. Cubitt, Ludham
Palmer F. N., Esq., Yarmouth
Palmer Mr., Walcot
Parr Mrs., Stalham
Partridge Miss, Norwich
Partridge H. S. Esq., Larlingford
Pestle Mr. John, Stalham
Pilgrim P., Esq., Ingham
Playford Harley, Esq., Northrepps
Plummer Mr. John, East Ruston
Pope Mr., North Walsham
Postle John, Esq., Smallburgh
Postle Wm., Esq., Smallburgh
Potter Mr., Norwich
Potter Mr., Edingthorpe
Pratt R., Esq., Norwich
Pratt Mr. R., Yarmouth
Prentice John, Esq., North Walsham
Preston Mr., Cromer
Prowett Rev. Wm., Catfield
Pull Mr. John, East Ruston
Pulling Capt. John, R.N., Yarmouth
Purdy Wm., Esq., Paston
Pye Mr. William, Hasborough
R
Ready Rev. Henry, Palling next the Sea
Riadore Evans, Esq., London
Riches Mr., Walcot
Rising Robert, Esq., Horsey next the Sea
Rudd John, Esq., Sutton
Rudd Ash, Esq., East Ruston
Rump Hugh, Esq., Wells next the Sea
Rust J. W., Esq., Cromer
S
Sandby Rev. G. O., Flixton, Suffolk
Sandell Mr., Walcot
Sanford Mr., Cromer
Saunders W., Esq., Great Yarmouth
Savory Mr. William, Sutton
Scarland Mr., East Ruston
Scott Page N., Esq., Norwich
Sexton Mr. Robert, Bacton
Shepheard Martin, Esq., North Walsham
Shipley Mr., North Walsham
Shipley Mr., Waxham
Siely Andrew, Esq., Walcot
Siely Cubitt, Esq., North Walsham
Siely Mrs., Hasborough
Siely Miss, Stalham
Siely Mr. John, London
Siely Mr. James, Walcot
Siely Mr. John, Hasborough
Siely Mr. James, Hasborough
Siely Mr. William, Lessingham
Silcock Mr. R. B., Stalham
Slipper Mr. John, Stalham
Simons Mr., Cromer
Smith Capt. Spencer, R.N., Great Yarmouth
Smith Mr. R., Norwich
Smith Mr. D., Stalham
Southgate Mr., Hasborough
Spurdens Rev. Thos., North Walsham
Squire R. D., Esq., Blackheath, Kent
Squire Mr., Knapton
Staff Mr., Hasborough
Stanhaw Mr., Norwich
Stark Wm., Esq., F.G.S., Norwich
Stevenson and Matchett Messrs., Norwich
Steward Rev. G. W., Caister
Steward Charles, Esq., Lowestoft
Steward Mr., Yarmouth
Steward Mr., Hickling
Stone Henry, Esq., Norwich
Storey John, Esq., Barton
Sturgess Mr. W., Bacton
Summers Chas., Esq., Surgeon, London
Sunman Mr., Sherringham
Sutton S., Esq., Palling next the Sea
T
Tanqueray Rev. Chas., Belaugh
Tawke Arth., Esq., M.D., Norwich
Taylor Shepheard, Esq., Dilham
Tonna Lewis J. H., Esq., London
Trory Mr. R., Stalham
Turner Dawson, Esq., Yarmouth
Turner Mr. Joseph, Witton
U
Upcher Rev. Arthur, Upper Sherringham
Upcher Henry, Esq., Upper Sherringham
V
Vincent J. P., Esq., London
Vincent Mr. G., Hasborough
Vint Henry, Esq., Colchester
W
Warner Mr. John, Walcot
Warnes John, Esq., Trimingham
Washington Capt. John, Harwich
Watts Mr. G., Catfield
Webb John, Esq., Stalham
Wells Thomas Mr., sen., Dilham
Wenn Mr. Wm., Smallburgh
West John, Esq., Stalham
Wentworth F. W., Esq., Barnsley
Whaites Charles, Esq., Norwich
Whaites John, Esq., Ingham
Whaites Robert, Esq., Ingham
Whall Mr. R., Sutton
White Rev. James, Stalham
Whittaker Mr., Waxham
Wilemite Miss, Stalham
Wilkins Rev. Edward, Hempstead
Wilkinson Rev. W. F., Saxlingham
Wilkinson G., Esq., North Walsham
Willis Mr., Stalham
Windham Capt. Henry, R.N., Cromer
Winter James, Esq., Norwich
Wiseman Mrs., Bacton
Wiseman Mr. John, Walcot
Wiseman Mr., Hickling
Wittleton Mr., jun., East Ruston
Wodehouse Rev. C. N., Norwich
Wright Warner, Esq., M.D., Norwich
Wright Mr. John, London
Wright Mr., Swafield
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Youngman Mr. John, East Ruston.
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ERRATA AND ADDENDA.
Page 43, line 10, instead of northward, _read_ eastward. {109}
line 17, instead of southward, _read_ westward.
Page 53. Observations in addition to line 20:—Wind blowing from the east
produces these effects to a greater extent than from the north-east, and
wind blowing from the south-east causes the sand on the sea-shore to be
extremely loose and porous, while the north wind renders the sand firm,
solid, and compact.
Page 68, line 18, _read_ two hundred and ten, instead of one hundred and
sixty.
Page 71, line 15, _read_ from the north-west to the south-east.
Page 85, line 17, _read_ hath instead of have.
Plate the second (opposite p. 71, chap. x.), conveys only a slight idea
of the Author’s plan, but illustrates the proposed elevation of the
beach.
FOOTNOTES.
{5} The Author may probably, on a future occasion, communicate all the
circumstances connected with the above, as they will afford an amusing,
interesting, and instructive lesson, corroborating the testimony of the
Poet,
“From little causes great effects arise.”
{11} See Goldsmith’s History of the Earth and Animated Nature, vol. 1,
p. 146.
{12a} See Goldsmith’s History of the Earth and Animated Nature, vol. 1,
p. 146.
{12b} Ibid. p. 149
{13a} Vide Goldsmith’s History of the Earth and Animated Nature, vol. 1,
p. 149.
{13b} Upon this coast the swells continue greater three days after the
new and full moon than when the latter is in her meridian.
{14a} See Carey’s Astronomy, p. 137.
{14b} Ibid.
{14c} Ibid.
{15a} See Carey’s Astronomy, p. 137.
{15b} Ibid.
{16a} See Lyell’s Geology, vol. 2, p. 25.
{16b} Ibid.
{16c} See Goldsmith’s History of the Earth and Animated Nature, vol. 1,
p. 150.
{17} See Lyell’s Geology, vol. 2, p. 18.
{19} Vide Goldsmith’s History of the Earth and Animated Nature, vol. 1,
p. 151.
{23} See Lyell’s Geology, vol. 2, p. 34.
{24a} Treatise on Astronomy.
{24b} Lyell’s Geology, vol. 2, p. 36.
{25} See Lyell’s Geology, vol. 2, p. 24.
{26} Rennell on Currents, p. 58.
{28} See Lyell’s Geology, vol. 2, p. 37.
{29} See Newton’s Optics, p. 163–167.
{32} The tide flows along this coast from north to south, and ebbs
south-east, but exhibits great variation in different places; thus in the
Lynn Deeps the tide flows south and ebbs north-east.
{33a} See Appendix.
{33b} Ibid.
{34a} See Appendix.
{34b} Ibid.
{34c} Ibid.
{34d} Ibid.
{34e} Ibid.
{34f} Ibid.
{34g} Ibid.
{34h} Ibid.
{35a} See Appendix.
{35b} Ibid.
{36} Stevenson on the Bed of the German Ocean or North Sea.—Ed. Phil.
Journ. No. v. p. 44. 1820.
{37a} The Dogger Sands, in the North Sea, lie in the direction of a line
drawn from Scarborough, in Yorkshire, to the coast of Jutland,
terminating within fifty miles of the latter place.—On the 5th of August,
1781, an obstinate engagement took place immediately off this Bank,
between the English and Dutch Fleets.
{37b} Ed. Phil. Journ. No. v. page 44. 1820.—Stevenson on the Bed of
the German Ocean or North Sea.
{37c} Ibid.
{38a} Button, vol. vi. p. 424.
{38b} Goldsmith’s History of the Earth and Animated Nature, vol. 1, p.
161.
{39} See Appendix.
{40a} See Appendix.
{40b} Lyell’s Geology, vol. 2, p. 54.
{41} The term shallow is applied by the Author to any hollow or cavity
which may occur in the beach, and frequently designated a low or cane.
{42a} Groins are formed of piles and wooden planks, or of faggots staked
down, and they are used either to break the force of the waves, or to
retain the beach.
{42b} See Appendix.
{43a} See Appendix.
{43b} Ibid.
{44} This was observed by the Author in June, 1844.
{45a} Taylor’s Geology of East Norfolk, p. 10.
{45b} Ibid.
{45c} See Appendix.
{47} See Appendix.
{48a} Communicated to the Author by J. Brown, Esq., F.G.S.
{48b} See Appendix.
{48c} Ibid.
{48d} Ibid.
{49a} See Lyell’s Geology, vol. 3, p. 338.
{49b} This vessel rests on her starboard side, and part of her ribs are
visible on the ebbing of the tide in calm weather. Every soul on board
met with a watery grave; and since that period the Ranger cutter
foundered in a heavy gale on the outermost bank, and went to pieces,
about a quarter of a mile to the south-east of the same gap, and every
person on board experienced a similar fate.
{50a} These sand hills are composed of dry sand, bound in a compact mass
by the long creeping roots of the plant called Marram (Arundo Arenaria);
and such is the present set of the tides, that the harbours of Cley,
Wells, and other places, are securely defended by these barriers.
{50b} See Appendix.
{50c} Ibid.
{50d} Ibid.
{55} The knowledge of the different strata composing the cliffs is
derived from an interesting publication by the Rev. C. Green, Minister of
Bacton Chapel, entitled the History, Antiquities, and Geology of Bacton,
in Norfolk, published in 1842. The indefatigable and learned Author
being about to publish a work upon the Geology of Norfolk generally, with
an account of the Fossils, Bones, &c., deposited in its different strata,
the minute details of their stratification has been avoided, as
considered unnecessary for this publication.
{67} This valuable variety of grass would, the author thinks, become
more serviceable, if, on attaining its full growth, known by the ears
containing the seed being ripe, it were mown down. The advantage
derivable would cause the blades to spring up much thicker than they now
do, and the seed being threshed, might be sown in any locality requiring
its presence; and it evidently appears to be the easiest and most certain
method to propagate it.
{70} It is scarcely necessary to observe, until the legitimate beach is
formed, stones, sand, &c., must not be taken away, and afterwards only
with discrimination.—See Appendix. _Eccles._
{71} Examples observable at Eccles, the cliffs opposite the lower
Lighthouse at Hasborough, off the high lands Hasborough, Ostend Point,
Walcot, a point off a remnant of the parish of Keswick, off the
Watch-house, Bacton, Cox’s Point, Mundsley, Trimingham, Cromer, &c., in
some instances scarcely ever any sea-beach materials accumulate, and the
water reaches the cliffs at half-tide, especially upon the springs.
{74} Loudon, in his Encyclopædia of gardening, informs us, the Pinus
Sylvestris, commonly but erroneously termed Scotch fir, can be obtained
much cheaper, and of a better quality, in Scotland than in England. It
appears the soil is more congenial, particularly in some districts, where
the wood equals in texture that grown in America.
{109} In this eBook the errata have been applied.—DP.