"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen. "Used by Betty Edgecombe, white witch of Malborough and West Alvington."
Not far from Thurlestone was another parson who worked hard to embarra.s.s the besiegers of the Royalists in Salcombe Castle, and who had his share of thrilling adventures. Mr Lane was the rector of Aveton Giffard, a parish at the head of the estuary of the Avon, which opens into Bigbury Bay. When the war broke out he took an active part, in conjunction with several gentlemen in the neighbourhood, in "raising Succours for his Majesty." And at the same time he began to make a "Fort on a Hill" (part of the Glebe), which commanded the bridge over the Avon, crossed by Parliamentary troops marching to the siege of the Castle. Meanwhile, soldiers from Plymouth came up in boats, plundered the house, and took, says Mr Lane"s youngest son, "Two of my brethren, _Richard_ and _John_, not giving them time to put on their stockings, and forced them to carry what of the Goods they could to _Awmar_ (a creek), where they carried off Stolen Sheep and Plundered Goods with my two eldest brothers. When the war was ended the triumphant Parliamentarians attempted to revenge themselves on their st.u.r.dy enemy, and searched the country for "Bishop _Lane_, the _Traytor_," who was driven to hide in his church tower. For three or four months his people secretly brought him food, and he was then able to make his escape, and in the end reached France in safety.
If the traveller returns to Prawle Point, and then follows the coast towards Dartmouth, he will soon come to the ridge of Start Point, which "stretches boldly to sea, sloped on each side like the roof of a house, and crowned along its entire length by fanciful crags, strangely weathered and s.h.a.ggy with moss." Round the Point at a certain state of every tide there is a formidable tide-race, and always a swell so strong as to make small boats very careful of the weather before they try to sail round the Start. Dartmouth lies almost due north, and the coast-line between is very lovely, though it has not the impressiveness of the cliffs farther west. Slapton Sands are over two miles long, and the hills stand back far enough from the sh.o.r.e to leave room for Slapton Lea, a fresh-water lake, almost smothered with tall, feathery reeds and rushes in the summer, separated from the sea by a barrier of pebbles.
The line of these wooded hills is broken by three little valleys, and down each one flows a brook that feeds the Lea. At the southern edge is Tor Cross, a handful of cottages under the shadow of a cliff that shuts away the sh.o.r.e-line to the south. The long stretch of sands is delightful. They are dotted all over with the glaucous leaves and brilliant flowers of the yellow-horned poppy, and bristling blue viper"s bugloss, and on the inland edge there is a scattered border of the rest-harrow"s pink b.u.t.terfly blossoms. The short turf beyond is sprinkled with the little white bladder campion and thrift and many other flowers.
At the northern end of the sands the road turns inland, and presently comes to Blackpool, very small, but one of the most perfect of miniature bays. The cliffs are "of various colours and very l.u.s.trous," and almost on the brink the road winds its way amongst woods of firs and pines that seem to breathe out a peculiarly spice-like sweetness. When I saw it the sea was like molten silver, for the sunlight poured on it from beyond clouds, and the sun itself was not to be seen. But though this bay looks as if it had fallen from a poet"s dream, it has been the scene of many stern events and disasters; for ships have mistaken the inlet for Dartmouth Harbour, with lamentable results. Many a time, too, it has been used by those who knew the coast well, but had their own reasons for wishing to land without attracting notice, for it is quite cut off by the shoulder of the hill from Dartmouth, and is near no other town.
In Queen Mary"s reign the secret landing of doubtful characters was a danger that had to be diligently guarded against, and the Lords of the Council received an agitated letter from Sir John St Leger on this subject just after the flight of Sir Peter Carew. Sir Peter had a castle and many friends at Dartmouth, and Sir John quotes him as often having said that if he were the King"s enemy he could take "Dartmouth Castle"
and "burne the Towne with fewer than a hundred persons and lett ynto the haven suche as pleased hym. I, also, am creadeably informed the way howe he should be able to do so. That within a myle, or les, of the said Towne, there is a very good open place called Black poole, for the queene"s enemyes to lande, and invade, and from thense may come to the saide towne from the back side."
But when Queen Elizabeth came to the throne, and Sir Peter was reinstated and held in great honour, the coast was still far from safe, and there is a letter written by the Queen in 1564 to her "Right Trustie and wel-beloved" Sir Peter, commissioning him to get ready and arm two ships, that, as the "cost of Devonshyre and Cornwall is by reput much harted with pyrattes and Rovers," so he should repress and, as far as possible, capture them. Twenty-four years later a far more serious danger threatened, and the preparations against the Spanish Armada were very elaborate. Ma.s.ses of the most stringent orders are still preserved amongst the House of Lords ma.n.u.scripts, and to quote a few will give an idea of their nature and scope.
On July 11, 1588, it was ordered: "That all persons of what degree soever ... whose armour and furniture shall not be found serviceable, for the first offence shall be put into the stocks one whole day, publicly; and for the second offence to the gaol for ten days" etc.
Careful instructions are sent as to the choice of watchmen for the beacons and their duties; and a brief note refers to a letter written by the Council to Sir Walter Raleigh, then Warden of the Stannaries, demanding the muster-rolls of the tinners, both horse and foot, "who poured to war" as well from Dartmoor"s as from "Mendip"s sunless caves."
After the Armada had been defeated, there were fears of another Spanish invasion, and in January, 1595-96, news came to the Deputy-Lieutenants and Justices of the Peace of Devon that "The Queen has found it convenient to have her navy and certain companies of Soldiers for land-service in readiness to be victualled" with all possible speed "for her service ... 400 quarters of wheat, 200 oxen, and 200 flitches of bacon are required from Devonshire."
There are notices, too, respecting such gentlemen as "have been charged with light horses and petronels," and of the particular divisions of coast apportioned to each. For instance, in a certificate dated June 25, 1596, it is stated that "Mr Seymour"s colonelship reacheth from Plymouth to Dartmouth. Mr Cary"s from Dartmouth to Exmouth. Sir Thomas Dennis from Exmouth to Axmouth." And, going into particulars: "For Salcomb, Mr William Courtenay with the a.s.sistance of the constable and other officers there.... Long Sands [Slapton] and Black pool to be defended by Mr Ameredith and Mr Roope." The notice continues to give an exact list of the places next one another along the coast, the names of the officers and numbers of men appointed to defend each.
In spite of all that was done, in the summer of 1598 the Lords of the Council were dissatisfied, and wrote to the Lord-Lieutenant to complain of "the number of horse, which we think to be very few in that country in regard to the largeness and wealth of the same." But the people in the county looked at the matter in a different light, and in the following April, at a meeting in Exeter, it was resolved that a letter should be written to the Lords of the Council to convey "the desire of the country" to be freed from a certain "contribution" wherewith they find themselves much burdened and grieved in respect of the manifold impositions daily coming upon them."
Demands and complaints seem to have been bandied backwards and forwards for some time afterwards, for in 1600 there came this brief but alarming note from the Lords of the Council:
"_June 23, Greenwich._--The composition money for Devonshire, though the whole amounts but to 113 6s. 8d., remains partly unpaid; we have therefore sent down a messenger to bring before us all those who remain in arrear."
Fortunately, the period of acute alarm had now pa.s.sed away, and the train-bands were dismissed, so that the burden of levying contributions must for a while have been lightened.
CHAPTER IX
The Three Towns
"Upon the British coast what ship yet ever came, That not of Plymouth hears, where those brave navies lie, From cannons thund"ring throats that all the world defy?
Which to invasive spoil, when th" English list to draw, Have check"d Iberia"s pride, and held her oft in awe: Oft furnishing our dames with India"s rar"st devices, And lent us gold and pearl, rich silks and dainty spices."
DRAYTON: _Poly-olbion_.
"Be patient, I beseech you, I am in a labyrinth, where I find many ways to proceed, but not one to come forth." Such is Westcote"s plea while attempting to describe Plymouth, and it may be echoed from the heart by anyone who is in the same perplexing position. The words so exactly sum up the difficulty. One is bewildered by the mult.i.tude of a.s.sociations thronging on every side in a town in which, unlike other West Country ports, the pulse of life throbs as strongly as it did in the centuries long gone by. "The sea-front of Plymouth," says Mr Norway, "is the most interesting spot within the British Empire, if not also the most beautiful. It is a large claim, but who can deny it?"
No one who has not studied the history of the Three Towns can realize how keenly Plymouth has been affected by every declaration of war or peace that this country has known--at latest, since the reign of Edward I--nor how vividly its victories and disasters have been brought home to the people. The number of fleets that have returned to this port in triumph, or sometimes in humiliation, and the succession of ever-famous expeditions that have sailed from the Sound, must continually have carried their thoughts across the seas, and prevented petty local affairs from bounding their horizon. The old chronicles seem to show that stirring events perpetually followed each other at short intervals, and when no great expedition was occupying men"s minds, there were usually plenty of adventurous spirits to provide excitement--privateers, such as those who took service with the Prince of Conde, and searched the Channel for Roman Catholic ships, and others, ready for "semi-piratical ventures." There were also moments when Plymouth was the victim, and in dread watched for the Turkish and Algerine pirates who were known to be hovering near, and were making raids in the neighbourhood.
Plymouth seems to keep a peculiarly strong hold on the affections of her sons, no matter how far or wide they wander, and it is said that the city "has given its name to more towns than any other town or city in the world. There are seventeen Aberdeens outside Scotland. There are twenty-nine Londons, but forty Plymouths."
From the Hoe, one point after another that catches the eye suggests a fresh train of ideas. To the east is Sutton Pool, with its coasting vessels and fishing-boats; south, across the Cattewater, lies Mount Batten, whose round tower recalls the long and resolute defence of the town in the Civil War. Still farther south are the high grounds of Plymstock and Bovisand, with their modern fortifications; to the north stretches the town and far in the distance the heights of Dartmoor; and to the south-west, over the Cornish border, lies beautiful Mount Edgc.u.mbe, which "so affected the Duke of Medina-Sidonia" Fuller tells us,"(though but beholding it at a distance from the Sea), that he resolved it for his own possession in the partage of this kingdom (blame him not if choosing best for himself), which they had preconquered in their hopes and expectation." Mr Norway sketches the view in rapid touches: "The Sound lies veiled in a thin blue mist, behind which a hot sun beats, scattering it gradually with the aid of a stiff breeze off the land. But it hangs around Mount Edgc.u.mbe on the right, where the grey towers of the mansion stand in shadow among dark woods, while on the summit of the hill above the green fields catch the sunlight. A little lower, Drake"s Island lies impalpable and dim amid the mist which sweeps so softly round the forts and the green gra.s.sy slopes as to touch it all with mystery one moment, while the next it is bright again with sunlight, sparkling amid the dazzling sea. Within the breakwater the sea is alive with craft."
The little island in the Sound has been transferred from patron to patron. Originally called after St Michael, to whom its chapel was dedicated, the name was changed to that of St Nicholas, the patron saint of mariners, and eventually the island was renamed in honour of Plymouth"s greatest hero. The chapel had been destroyed before Drake"s day at the bidding of the Privy Council, and fortifications were reluctantly built upon it by the Mayor and Corporation, the Council "mervelinge of their unwillingnesse to proceede in the fortefynge of St Michaell"s Chapele to be made a Bulwarke."
Plymouth is not rich in old buildings. The Citadel was rebuilt in the reign of Charles II, and the new Guildhall is little over thirty years old. St Andrew"s, a large Perpendicular building with a fine tower, is the only old church, but it stands on the site of a much older one--the church of the Augustinians of Plympton Priory.
Really, neither Stonehouse nor Devonport has any history. In the reign of Henry III, Stonehouse consisted of the dwelling of Joel de Stonehouse, who at that time owned the manor, and it is only comparatively lately, since it has been transformed into a huge naval storehouse, and the great Marine Barracks have been built, that it has become of importance.
Devonport, looking over the broad glittering waters of Hamoaze, was till the year 1824 known only as Dock, or Plymouth Dock. Charles II planned a dockyard here, but the work of making it was not begun until the reign of William and Mary.
The very early history of Plymouth is not specially interesting to anyone who cares over-much for sober fact; but looking at it in the generous spirit of the ancient chroniclers, and not stickling over probabilities, the story of the first great event in Plymouth is almost as fine as the traditions of Totnes itself. Giants, we all know, flourished in Cornwall, and soon after the arrival of the Trojans--about 1200 B.C.--they made a furious onslaught upon the invaders, but were defeated after a desperate battle. The crowning struggle between Goemagot (the name afterwards turned into Gogmagog), chief of the giants, and Corinaeus the Trojan, took place in Plymouth Hoe, as Drayton"s vigorous lines declare:
"Upon that loftie place at Plimmouth called the Hoe, Those mightie Wrastlers met, with many an irefull looke Who threatned, as the one hold of the other tooke: But, grappled, glowing fire shines in their sparkling eyes.
And whilst at length of arme one from the other lyes, Their l.u.s.ty sinewes swell like cables, as they strive: Their feet such trampling make, as though they forc"t to drive A thunder out of earth; which staggered with the weight: Thus, either sat most force urg"d to the greatest height."
A memorial of this terrific conflict, "the portraiture of two men of the largest volume," was cut in the turf on the Hoe at an early date, and was only destroyed when the Citadel was built about 1671.
In the Domesday Book Plymouth appears as the Manor of Sutton, and this was later on divided into three separate portions--Sutton Valletort or Vautier, Sutton Prior, and Sutton Raf. The village of Sutton Valletort was "the germ of ancient Plymouth." Sutton was given by Henry I to Reginald de Valletort, who bestowed lavish gifts on the monastery at Plympton; and as his example was followed by his successors, the t.i.tle of the second portion of the manor is easily accounted for. The whole place was dominated by the Valletorts and the Priors, but the power of the monks increased steadily, till, at an inquisition held in 1281, "it was presented that the Ville of Sutton belonged to the Prior of Plympton, with a.s.size of bread and beer, and this right was allowed."
Sutton was now becoming a flourishing town, and some years later the King made inquiries about his property in it, for the burgesses had pet.i.tioned that some waste land might be granted them at a yearly rent.
To this "the Prior and the Valletorts declared that the town was wholly theirs, and none of the King"s," and the dispute was followed by a series of efforts, on the part of the townspeople, to free themselves from the rule of the Priors--efforts which succeeded each other, at no long intervals, through the next hundred and twenty years.
As time went on, the Crown gradually granted rights to the burgesses, and increased their responsibilities, till in 1439 an Act of Parliament was pa.s.sed incorporating the three Suttons as a free borough, with one Mayor, and the manorial rights of the Priory were ceded to the Mayor and Corporation, who paid to the Priory a fixed yearly sum in compensation.
The name Plymouth, which had been used in speaking of the port, was now formally adopted for the whole town.
From the "mene thing, as an inhabitation for Fischars," that Leland says it was in the reign of Henry II, the town grew rapidly, and before the end of the thirteenth century it was represented in Parliament. In 1287, for the first time on record, the splendid harbour was officially recognized as a grand rendezvous, and three hundred and twenty-five vessels gathered here before sailing for Guienne under the command of the King"s brother. Half a century later, orders were sent that men and ships should be collected at Plymouth to escort Princess Johanna, the King"s daughter, to Gascony, and escorts for various Princes had to be provided on several occasions. The Black Prince was kept by contrary winds in the port for forty days, when he was on his way to France to fight the "glorious battell at Poictiers." In the early part of the fifteenth century Plymouth suffered severely from the attacks of the French and Bretons, and in 1403 the Bretons, under the Sieur du Chastel, burned six hundred houses in the part since called Briton Side. The name became gradually transformed into "Burton," but the memory of the raid survived so far, Mr Worth tells us, as to enable the boys who lived in the Old Town to taunt the "Burton boys" during the wars with France, by reminding them of the harm that the French had done to their quarter.
On Freedom Day, a "local Saturnalia kept as such from the earliest times," one of the features was the fighting between the Old Town and Burton boys for a barrel of beer, provided by the Mayor. Long after this custom had been dropped, the recollection of it was revived by the sign of a public-house, the Burton Boys, though eventually the owner changed the sign to that of the Black Lion, as he "wished for some more peaceful name"!
Plymouth does not seem to have been much affected by the Wars of the Roses, but Henry VII, as Earl of Richmond, "while he houered upon the coast," came ash.o.r.e at Cawsand, and here "by stealth refreshed himselfe; but being advertised of streight watch, kept for his surprising at Plymouth, he richly rewarded his hoste, hyed speedily a ship boord, and escaped happily to a better fortune."
The fisheries of the port are old and important. The earliest grant now to be traced, made by Reginald de Valletort to Plympton Priory, was that of all his fishing rights in Tamar and Lynher--a privilege which Mr Worth thinks was probably bestowed "not long after the manor pa.s.sed into the hands of the Valletort family." In 1384 Parliament decreed that all fish caught in the waters of Sutton, Plymouth, and Tamar should be displayed for sale in Plymouth and Aish [Saltash] only, which sounds as if Plymouth were already jealous of other fish-markets, as was certainly the case later on. During parts of the sixteenth century the industry flagged, and in Henry VIII"s reign a royal proclamation ordered abstinence from flesh on Sat.u.r.days as well as Fridays, with the frank explanation that this was "not only for health and discipline, but for the benefit of the Commonwealth, and profit of the fishing trade." In Queen Elizabeth"s reign matters were still worse, for the eating of fish had now come to be a badge of religious opinions, and ""to detest fish"
in all shapes and forms had become a note of Protestantism."
And not only had the demand for fish lessened, but the fisheries had fallen into the hands of foreigners. The Yarmouth waters were "occupied by Flemings and Frenchmen," "the narrow seas by the French," "the western fishing for hake and pilchard by a great navy of French within kenning of the English sh.o.r.es," and Scots and Spaniards fished other parts of the coasts. Cecil, who was anxious for greater reasons, to find "means to encourage mariners," set to work to revive the English fishing-trade, and with great difficulty succeeded in carrying a Bill through the House of Commons, making "the eating of flesh on Fridays and Sat.u.r.days a misdemeanour, punishable by a fine of three pounds or three months" imprisonment, and as if this was not enough, adding Wednesday as a subsidiary half-fish day."
About this time Plymouth tried to rid itself of at least one branch of foreign compet.i.tion by appealing to the Privy Council to forbid "the exportation of pilchards, save in ships of Devon and Cornwall, because "divers ships and mariners lye idle without employment within our harbour," while foreign ships were continually employed." Pilchards were a very important item, and many regulations were made in reference to them. One order, dated 1565-66, gives a good example of Plymouth"s views of free trade. It ran: "That no alien should lade or buy fresh pilchards above the number of 1,000 in a day; no man ... being free to buy or sell above 5,000, unless the fish "were in danger of perishing."" The business of curing fish was a large one and very jealously guarded. At the British Museum, among the Lansdowne ma.n.u.scripts, is a letter to Lord Burghley from Mr Richard Browne, showing that this subject was sometimes the source of friction between the citizens themselves. It begins:
"My honorable good Lord, as I have ben always most bound vnto yor ho., so I humbly besech you to stand my good Lord." The letter goes on to explain that the writer had been granted a "pattent for salting, drying, and packing of fishe in the counties of Devon and Cornwall," but letters from the Privy Council had caused the "staie thereof." These letters were apparently inspired by the complaint to the Council of "marchants,"
who were injured because the terms of the "pattent" laid down "that the inhabitants should be servid before the marchents, paying nothing unto me for it," as he adds in a slightly aggrieved manner. The writer begs that these terms may be altered, and the only conditions should be those affecting such fish "as shuld be transported in consyderacon of the Quene"s Majesty"s right." For, he pathetically remarks, he has paid "a great some of money" for his privileges, and still "am bound to pay the rent into the exchequer," although not allowed to reap the benefit therefrom. Besides, great inconvenience is caused by the suspension of his business, and letters of complaint have been addressed to him from Devonshire and Cornwall desiring "y^t he pforme his offer y^t they may have fishe for their owne provesion frely."
It was the outburst of ventures of every description, with all their different aims--ventures of soldiers, explorers, privateers, and merchants--in the reign of Queen Elizabeth that brought Plymouth to its greatest glory. In the interval between William Hawkins" first voyage to the South Seas--about 1528--and 1601, when Captain William Parker sailed to Panama and took Porto Bello, Plymouth was the starting-point of forty voyages, every one of which is historical. Mr Worth gives the exact date of each, and the names of the commanders. "Here," says Carew, "mostly have the troops of adventurers made their _Rendezvous_ for attempting new discoueries or inhabitances." And Westcote, in the reign of James I, writes: "Whatever show it makes in description, it is far larger in fame, and known to the farthest and most remote parts of the world." In Camden"s opinion, this great reputation was won "less by the convenience of the harbour, as for the valour and worth of the Inhabitants," and the worthies of Plymouth are indeed beyond number. Among the comparatively few whose names have not been lost, there stands out conspicuously Sir William Wilford, who after a French invasion returned the charge by swooping down on Brittany, where he "made them to pay, besides _costs_ and _charges_, more than sixfold _damages_." And Captain c.o.c.ke, a "c.o.c.k of the Game indeed," according to Fuller; "A Volanteer in his own ship,"
he went out against the Armada, and "lost his life to save his Queen and Countrey." Then there is c.o.c.krem, who sailed with William Hawkins, and was left alone among the Brazilians as a hostage for one of the "Savage Kings" Hawkins brought back with him--but, as Mr Norway says, "Plymouth has too many heroes; in the crowd the faces of all but one or two are blurred."
For three generations the Hawkinses were "the master spirits" of Plymouth, and of them all Sir John Hawkins was the most famous. His character was a curious medley of incongruous features, bluff straightforwardness and crooked diplomacy, faithful affection--such as his bold schemes to help his captured comrades proved--balanced by a hard indifference that ignored the misery of the wretched negroes he sold to West Indian planters. Pluck and daring were the only qualities he showed consistently from first to last. His zeal in slave-hunting, repulsive to us, is excused by Froude on the ground that "negro slavery in theory was an invention of philanthropy." Labourers were a necessity for the Spanish colonist, "the proud and melancholy Indian pined like an eagle in captivity, refused to accept his servitude, and died; the more tractable negro would domesticate like the horse or the a.s.s." Though Hawkins met with much good as well as bad luck, he was one of those who have need to remember that fate does not shower favours on all men, but "if a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she be blind, yet she is not invisible," and his success was to a very great extent due to his stout heart and quick discernment. These qualities stood him in good stead at San Juan de Ulloa, when his few ships were overwhelmed by a much larger fleet. "The name of Hawkins was so terrible that the Spaniards dared not give him warning that he was to be attacked;" but mounted their batteries in the dark, and from land and sea "every gun which could be brought to bear" opened upon the unprepared English. After sinking two Spanish ships and setting a third on fire, Hawkins saw that flight was their only chance, and, gathering his men together in two small tenders, he "crawled out under the fire of the mole and gained the open sea." The position of affairs was dispiriting in the extreme. Many men and three good ships were lost, besides treasure worth more than a million pounds, that had been won, by running innumerable dangers, during the past year. His ships were overcrowded, the store of food and water was scanty, and no harbour west of the Atlantic was open to them. Under the weight of adversity, Hawkins offered "a lesson for all time on the use of bravado, the crowning grace of every leader who does not seek it at the cost of better things."
"When the _Minion_ stood off," says Hortop, who wrote the tale on his return to England, "our generall courageously cheered up his soldiers and gunners, and called to Samuel his page for a cup of beer, who brought it to him in a silver cup. And he, drinking to all the men, willed the gunners to stand to their ordnance l.u.s.tily like men. He had no sooner set the cup out of his hand, but a demi-culverin shot struck away the cup and a cooper"s plane that stood by the mainmast and ran out on the other side of the ship, which nothing dismayed our generall, for he ceased not to encourage us, saying, "Fear nothing: for G.o.d who hath preserved me from this shot will also deliver us from these traitors and villains.""
Hawkins is chiefly known by his voyages and enterprises, and all that he did for his country by monotonous hard work is not so often remembered.
For twenty-one years he "toiled terribly" as Treasurer of the Queen"s Marine Causes and Comptroller of the Navy, and when the ships were sent out to meet the Armada they were "in such condition, hull, rigging, spars, and running rope, that they had no match in the world either for speed, safety, or endurance."