With persevering toil he made, A cell wherein he daily prayed, The young by soft persuasion's power His drink from Severn's stream he drew, His bed the rushy tribe that grew, Upon the neighbouring plain; Though poor he to the poor was kind, With food and nightly rest: And every weary wandering mind Was made a welcome guest. Bnt time, with thought and heavy care, Had turned his locks to grey; And years to him brought no relief, To inward grief a prey. One eve as musing o'er the past, For yonder town this twice ten years Unvaried subject of my fears, "But fears now to the winds I've cast, To you I fly to tell The grievous sin of years long past, I loved a maid, yet never deigned My passion to impart. "She in the higher ranks was bred, Yet daily I my vain hopes fed That she her plight had made, "With deep revenge my heart then beat And thoughts of blackest hate : I swore when they at church should meet When on the morn the lovely maid To bless the bold Sir Harry Wade—” "Here you behold Sir Harry Wade, And grasped each other tight, Like warriors on the battle plain, More fierce their struggles grew, And grasped each other in fell strain, Nor eulogy nor name was traced Upon that tomb, though gilt: Nought, nought but sorrow's form was placed, And sword deprived of hilt; And here the lovers lie enshrined. Whilst in his watery bed, Her murderer sleeps on sands reclined, Forgotten with the dead. At Blackstone, just one mile from Bewdley, there are the remains of a Hermitage, cut in the solid rock, the one room being a library, the other a bed room, and the third a chapel ; it was very much as it was originally, when I visited it, except that instead of a library, the first room was occupied by a cider mill, the bed room by onions, and the chapel by worn-out farming tools; the Hermits chimney is cut completely up through the rock, and through it the sky may be seen. The situation of the Hermitage is delightful. In the front of the cell there is a seat carved in the rock, close on the border of the eastern side of the Severn, and having views of Winterdyne House and Rock, and Ribbesford Hall and Wood, and the Church on the opposite side of the river. The Hermitage must be of very ancient date, and some say that in modern times it was often made use of by the trow and bargemen who did a little in the smuggling line; be that as it may, many of the Barons, during the reign of the Conqueror, and of some of the succeeding monarchs, were fond of hewing out, and ending their days in such retreats as the Hermitage of Blackstone; for which purpose they generally chose some spot of superior scenery. There are but few more so than this. Bewdley was the nearest Town of Refuge to Stratford-onAvon, but in the Charter granted by James I. we find it was from thenceforth "to be and remain a Town or Borough of peace and quiet, to the terror and astonishment of the wicked, and the reward of the good." This is a proof of the former character of the place. The Bridge House was the name of the gate that stood upon the old Bewdley bridge, (the stone for which was given by Henry VI.) it served, in addition to its being a Gate, as a Town Prison and Toll-house; the other three Gates were, Tinker's Gate, leading to Lower Arley; the Welch Gate, leading to Ludlow; and the Dog Lane Gate, leading to Bridgnorth, all on the west side of the river. The River Rea, mentioned in the eighth stanza, runs through the Hamlet of Deritend, at Birmingham, and I need scarcely say that it is one of the most unpoetical rivers in England. The manor and mansion house of Clopton mentioned in this tradition are both situated a mile and a half from Stratfordon-Avon, and have been held by the Clopton family for upwards of five hundred years, having been granted to them in the time of Henry III. One of the younger brothers was Lord Mayor of London in 1492. He built a bridge of nineteen arches which is 376 yards long, over the widest part of the Avon; and bequeathed many benefits to the poorer inhabitants and to the college. The oldest monument to the family of the Cloptons, is an altar tomb, in the parish church of Stratford-on-Avon, raised 4 feet |