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FRAMLINGHAM CASTLE

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Castle of Ancient Days! in times long gone

Thy lofty halls in regal splendour shone!

Thou stoodst a monument of strength sublime,

A Giant, laughing at the threats of Time!

Strange scenes have passed within thy walls! and strange

Has been thy fate through many a chance and change!

Thy Towers have heard the war-cry, and the shout

Of friends within, and answering foes without,

Have rung to sounds of revelry, while mirth

Held her carousal, when the sons of earth

Sported with joy, till even he could bring

No fresh delight upon his drooping wing!


JAMES BIRD.

(From a Correspondent.)

This Castle is said to have been founded by Redwald, or Redowald, one of the most powerful kings of the East Angles, between A.D. 599 and 624. It belonged to St. Edmund, one of the Saxon monarchs of East Anglia, who, upon the invasion of the Danes, fled from Dunwich, or Thetford, to this castle; from which being driven, and being overtaken at Hegilsdon, (now Hoxne, a distance of twelve miles from Framlingham,) he was cruelly put to death, being bound to a tree and shot with arrows, A.D. 870. His body, after many years, was removed to a place called Bederics-gueord, now St. Edmund's Bury. The castle remained in the hands of the Danes fifty years, when they were brought under the obedience of the Saxons. William the Conqueror and his son Rufus retained the Castle in their own possession; but the third son of William, Henry I., granted it, with the Manor of Framlingham, to Roger Bigod.—The castle continued in this family till Roger Bigod, the last of the race, and a man more turbulent than any of his predecessors, was compelled to resign it to King Edward I.; Edward II. gave it to his half-brother, Thomas Plantagenet, surnamed De Brotherton; from whom it descended to Thomas de Mowbray, twelfth Baron Mowbray, created Duke of Norfolk 29th of September, 1397. From the Mowbrays it descended to the Howards, Dukes of Norfolk, Sir Robert Howard having married Margaret, daughter of Thomas Mowbray, first Duke of Norfolk. His son, John Howard, was created Earl Marshal and Duke of Norfolk, 28th of June, 1483. He was slain at Bosworth Field, 1485; and his son, Thomas, Earl of Surrey, being attainted, the castle fell into the hands of King Henry VII., who granted it to John de Vere, thirteenth Earl of Oxford, from whom it again returned to the Howards. Thomas Howard, third Duke of Norfolk, being attainted, (38 Henry VIII. 1546,) it was seized by the king, who dying the same year, his successor, Edward VI., granted it to his sister, the Princess, afterwards Queen Mary. King James I. granted it to Thomas Howard, first Baron Howard de Walden, youngest son of Thomas, fourth Duke of Norfolk, created Earl of Suffolk 21st of July, 1603; but his lordship making Audley Inn his seat, the castle fell into decay, and his son, Theophilus, second Earl of Suffolk, sold it in 1635, with the domains, to Sir Robert Hitcham, knight, senior sergeant to James I.; who by his will, dated 10th of August, 1636, bequeathed it to the master and scholars of Pembroke College, in trust for certain charitable uses; the advowson of the living, the castle and the manor, he bequeathed to the college for its own use; since which time the castle has remained in a dismantled state.

Loder, in his History of Framlingham, thus describes the former state of the structure: "This castle, containing an acre, a rood, and eleven perches of land, within the walls now standing, but anciently a much larger quantity before the walls enclosing the same were demolished, was in former ages very fair and beautiful, standing within a park (long since disparked) on the north side of the town; fortified with a double ditch, high banks, rampires, and stone walls 44 feet high and 8 feet thick; in these walls were thirteen towers, 14 feet higher than the walls, built four-square—whereof two were watch-towers, one looking towards the east and the other towards the west: and the rooms within the castle were very commodious and necessary, capable to receive and contain abundance of people.

"In the first court was a deep well, of excellent workmanship, compassed with carved pillars, which supported its leaden roof, and though out of repair, was in being in the year of our Lord 1651. A chapel stood in the same court, adjoining to the east watch-tower; which in the reign of Henry VIII. was hung with cloth of arras, of the history of Christ's passion; and a lamp of the value of seven shillings was usually burnt before the altar there. On the side of the court, towards the west watch-tower, was the hall, covered with lead; and over the gate thereof were formerly cut in stone the arms of Brotherton impaled with Bouchier, quartering Louvain, supported with a lion and an eagle. Divers other arms there were in the rest of the buildings, some cut on stone and some on timber, to be seen in the year of our Lord 1651—as Bygods, Brothertons, Seagraves, Mowbrays, Howards, and St. Edmund's, the king and martyr. Between the hall and chancel, fronting the great castle gate, was a large chamber, with several rooms, and a cloyster under it, pulled down A.D. 1700; for which, when standing, in the reign of King Henry VIII., there was one suit of hangings of the story of Hercules; which are supposed to be those still remaining at the seat of Lord Howard, of Walden.

"Out of the castle were three passages—one a postern, with an iron gate, on the east side over a private bridge into the park, where there were arbours, pleasant walks, and trees planted for profit and delight. Another passage was on the west side, leading to a dungeon, and forth on to the mere, now filled up with mire and weeds. But the largest passage and most used was, and is, that towards the south and town; there being formerly a portcullis over that gate, which was made in one of the strongest towers, and a drawbridge without, defended by an half-moon of stone, about a man's height, standing in the year 1657."

These splendid buildings within the walls have long since been demolished, so that scarcely a vestige remains; but with their materials a workhouse has been built for the poor. The only armorial bearings traceable are three shields over the castle-gate.

Over the centre of the gate is a large one; the arms and quarterings of John Howard IV., first Duke of Norfolk, who died in 1485; and with lions for supporters. Crest—a lion passant-guardant.

1. A bend between six cross crosslets, for … Howard.

2. Three lions passant-guardant in pale—England, for … Brotherten.

3. Checky … Warren.

4. A lion rampant … Mowbray.

5. A lion rampant crowned … Seagrave.

6. Semé de cross crosslets fitchy, and a lion rampant, double queue … Broes, or Bruce.

All within the garter.

On the west side, a shield, quarterly—1. Howard—2. Brotherton—3. Mowbray—4. Seagrave.

On the east side, quarterly—1. Brotherton—2. Warren—3. Seagrave—4. Broes.

This venerable and majestic remain of antiquity, when viewed at a distance, has certainly more the appearance of a castle than the ruins of one, the outward walls being almost entire, and presenting nearly the same appearance they did thirty years ago.

Framlingham Church is a fine structure, and was built by the Mowbrays; and the Chancel by the Howards, wherein are several stately monuments of this noble family.

EDWARD DUNTHORN.

The original of the annexed Cut is a lithograph frontispiece to Framlingham: a Narrative of the Castle—a poem of very considerable merit, by Mr. James Bird, of Yoxford: the introduction to which furnishes the following impassioned apostrophe to Framlingham and its decaying Castle:—

Heir of Antiquity!—fair castled Town,

Rare spot of beauty, grandeur, and renown,

Seat of East-Anglian kings!—proud child of fame,

Hallowed by time, illustrious Framlinghame!

I touch my lyre delighted, thus to bring

To thee my heart's full homage while I sing!

And thou, old Castle!—thy bold turrets high,

Have shed their deep enchantment on mine eye,

Though years have changed thee, I have gazed intent

In silent joy, on tower and battlement,

When all thy time-worn glories met my sight;

Thou have I felt such rapture, such delight,

That, had the splendour of thy days of yore

Flashed on my view, I had not loved thee more!

Scene of immortal deeds! thy walls have rung

To pealing shouts from many a warrior's tongue;

When first thy founder, Redwald of the spear,

Manned thy high towers, defied his foemen near,

When, girt with strength, East-Anglia's king of old,

The sainted Edmund, sought thy sheltering hold,

When the proud Dane, fierce Hinguar, in his ire

Besieged the king, and wrapped thy walls in fire,

While Edmund fled, but left thee with his name

Linked, and for ever, to the chain of fame:

Then wast thou great! and long, in after years

Thy grandeur shone—thy portraiture appears

From history's pencil like a summer-night,

With much of shadow, but with more of light!


Pile of departed days!—my verse records,

Thy time of glory, thy illustrious Lords,

The fearless Bigods—Brotherton—De Vere,

And Kings, who held thee in their pride, or fear,

And gallant Howards, 'neath whose ducal sway

Proud rose thy towers, thy rugged heights were gay

With glittering banners, costly trophies rent

From men in war, or tilt, or tournament,

With all the pomp and splendour that could grace

The name, and honours of that warlike race.

Howards! the rich! the noble! and the great!

Most brave! most happy! most unfortunate!

Kings were thy courtiers!—Queens have sued to share

Thy wealth, thy triumphs—e'en thy name to bear!

Tyrants have bowed thy children to the dust,

Some for their worth—and some who broke their trust!

And there was one among thy race, who died

To Henry's shame!—his country's boast and pride:

Immortal Surrey!—Offspring of the Muse!

Bold as the lion, gentle as the dews

That fall on flowers to 'wake their odorous breath,

And shield their blossoms from the touch of death,

Surrey!—thy fate was wept by countless eyes,

A nation's woe assailed the pitying skies,

When thy pure spirit left this scene of strife,

And soared to him who breathed it into life:

Thy funeral knell pealed o'er the world!—thy fall

Was mourned by hearts that loved thee, mourned by all—

All, save thy murderers!—thou hast won thy crown:

And thou, fair Framlinghame! a bright renown,

Yes! thy rich temple holds the stately tomb,

Where sleeps the Poet in his lasting home,

Lamented Surrey!—hero, bard divine,

Pride, grace, and glory of brave Norfolk's line.

Departed spirit!—Oh! I love to hold

Communion sweet with lofty minds of old,

To catch a spark of that celestial fire

Which glows and kindles in thy rapturous lyre;

Though varying themes demand my future lays,

Yet thus my soul a willing homage pays

To that bright glory which illumes thy name,

Though naught can raise the splendour of thy fame!


Mr. Bird is also advantageously known as the author of the Vale of Slaughden; Poetical Memoirs; Dunwich, a tale of the Splendid City; and other poems, which abound with vivid imagery, life-breathing incidents, and interesting narrative; though it is but late justice to recommend his Framlingham to the admirers of fervid verse.

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 20, No. 575, November 10, 1832

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