Extracts from the Homes & Haunts of
Henry Kirke White - Transcription

Winteringham Local History and Genealogy

The Homes and Haunts of Henry Kirke White
by John T Godfrey & James Ward (1908)

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Southey thus continues his narrative of White's career at the point where he left Messrs. Coldham and Enfield's office in October, 1804:-
" Mr. Simeon had advised him to degrade for a year; and place himself, during that time, under some scholar. He went accordingly to the Rev. - Grainger, of Winteringham, in Lincolnshire, and there, notwithstanding all the entreaties of his friends, pursuing the same unrelenting course of study, a second illness was the consequence. When he was recovering, he was prevailed upon to relax, to ride on horseback, and to drink wine; these latter remedies he could not long afford, and he would not allow himself time for relaxation when he did not feel its immediate necessity.   He frequently, at this time, studied fourteen hours a day: the progress which he made in twelve months was indeed astonishing; when he went to Cambridge, he was immediately as much distinguished for his classical knowledge as his genius: but the seeds of death were in him, and the place to which he had so long looked on with hope, served unhappily as

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a hot-house to ripen them."

Southey states, in a footnote, "During his residence in my family, says Mr. Grainger, his conduct was highly becoming and suitable to a Christian profession. He was mild and inoffensive, modest, unassuming, and affectionate.   He attended with great cheerfulness, a Sunday school which I was endeavouring to establish in the village, and was at considerable pains in the instruction of the children; and I have repeatedly observed, that he was most pleased, and most edified, with such of my sermons and addresses to my people, as were most close, plain, and familiar. When we parted, we parted with mutual regret; and by us his name will long be remembered with affection and delight."

The following letters, and selected extracts from letters, written by White during his stay at Winteringham, are of great interest.   They describe, in vivid language, the topography of the district, refer in pleasing terms to his tutor and his wife, to his studies, his illnesses, amusements, family interests, and religious convictions, to his isolation with regard to literary information, and to his adventures by water when visiting Hull and other neighbouring places. It will be observed that White visited Nottingham during a vacation in the months of June and July, 1805. The first letter is apparently addressed to the Rev. Charles Simeon.

" Wintringham, --, 1804.
Dear Sir,
In consequence of your letter of the 8th August last, I took the liberty of writing to Mr. Atkinson, requesting his advice and directions, as you signified your wish that I should. I received, in answer, the letter which I have copied first on the other side. Since I had myself written to Mr. Atkinson, stating, that in pursuance of your

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advice, I declined the assistance, for the offer of which I was indebted to the Society; and as I also understood you had written to the same effect, I did not exactly understand the purport of this letter.   Mr. Dashwood was of opinion, that I had no time to lose; and at the recommendation of the Rev. Mr. Cocker,' of Bunny, near Nottingham, he procured me a tutor in the Rev. L. Grainger, of Wintringham, Lincolnshire, who was once an usher in Mr. Joseph Milner's school at Hull. With this gentleman I have now been three weeks. I have this evening received from Mr. Atkinson, the letter which is last copied on the other side ; and unless the steps Mr. A. has taken are in consequence of some arrangement between him and you, and of which I am ignorant, I am at a loss to account for the intelligence it contains. I take it for granted, however, that things remain in their former train, and that a misunderstanding has arisen from the want of sufficient explicitness in my letters.

I feel particularly uneasy with regard to this apparent misunderstanding. As Mr. Atkinson, for whose friendly offices I am greatly indebted, may think I am making an unhandsome return for the trouble he has taken on my behalf; and the Society may, with seeming justice, be displeased at my taking up their time and attention to no purpose, I am anxious to remove any ill impression which may be made in the minds of these gentlemen; and if I might hope that you would take the trouble of making the necessary explanations to Mr. Atkinson, I should be happy in the confidence, that all has been done which is necessary to clear up the mistake."

(1) The Rev, William Bayley Cocker, M.A,, was instituted to the Vicarage of Bunny. Notts.. 12 November, 1801, on the presentation of Sir Thomas Parkyns, Bart, On the same day lie was instituted to the adjoining Vicarage of Ruddington, on the presentation of William. Duke of Devonshire, and held both benefices until his death 25 April, 1823, aged 50 years. He was buried in the chancel of Bunny Church where a floorstone states, or stated, after recording his death, that "The following words are inscribed by his own desire 'In the day of judgment it will be seen what he was.' " There is also a small marble tablet to his memory in Ruddington Church, He was succeeded in the latter benefice by the Rev. Edward Selwyn, B.A.. on the presentation of the Rev. Charles Simeon, Fellow of King's College, Cambridge, and four others. Simeon's Trustees are still patrons of this living.

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It is difficult to understand the date (August 3rd, (1804) of the following letter written by White to his friend Benjamin Maddock, of Nottingham. Southey states that White "quitted his employers in October, 1804;" on October 20th, 1804, White wrote from Winteringham to Kirke Swann-" We are safely arrived, and comfortably settled in the parsonage of Winteringham;" and, on September 10th, 1805, White wrote from Winteringham to Capel Lofft-" Your letter has at length reached me at this place, where I have been for the last ten months employed in classical reacting with Mr. Grainger." It will be observed that many of White's letters are undated (a culpable omission on the part of a lawyer's clerk), which may account for a wrong date having been inadvertently assigned to the following missive.

To Mr. Benjamin Maddock
"Winteringham, Aug. 3, 1804.
My Dear Ben,
I am all anxiety to learn the issue of your proposal to your father. Surely it will proceed; surely a plan laid out with such fair prospects of happiness to you, as well as me, will not be frustrated. Write to me the moment you have any information on the subject.

I think we shall be happy together at Cambridge; and in the ardent progress of Christian knowledge, and Christian virtue, we shall be doubly united. We were
before friends!-now, I hope, likely to be still more emphatically so. But I must not anticipate.

I left Nottingham without seeing my brother Neville, who arrived there two days after me- This is a circumstance which I much regret; but I hope he will come this way when he goes, according to his intention, to a watering-place. Neville has been a good brother to me; and there are not many things which would give me more pleasure than, after so long a separation, to see him again. I dare not hope that I shall meet you and him together in October at Nottingham.

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My days flow on here in an even tenor. They are indeed studious days, for my studies seem to multiply on my hands, and I am so much occupied with them that I am becoming a mere book-worm, running over the rules of Greek versification in my walks, instead of expatiating on the beauties of the surrounding scenery. Winteringham is indeed now a delightful place; the trees are in full verdure, the crops are browning the fields, and my former walks are become dry under foot, which I have never known them to be before. The opening vista, from our church-yard, over the Humber, to the hills and receding vales of Yorkshire, assumes a thousand new aspects. I sometimes watch it at evening, when the sun is just gilding the summits of the hills, and the lowlands are beginning to take a browner hue.  The showers partially falling in the distance, while all is serene above me; the swelling sail rapidly falling down the river; and, not least of all, the villages, woods, and villas on the opposite bank, sometimes render this scene quite enchanting to me; and it is no contemptible relaxation, after a man has been puzzling his brains over the intricacies of Greek chorusses (sic) all the day, to come out and unbend his mind with careless thought and negligent fancies, while he refreshes his body with the fresh air of the country."

To Mr Kirke Swann

"Winteringham, Oct. 20, 1804.
Dear Kirke,

We are safely arrived, and comfortably settled in

(1) Kirk Swann was the eldest son of Alderman Edward Swann, Grocer, of Long Row, Nottingham (one of the Sheriffs of that town in 1784, and Mayor in 1805 and 1812), and his wife, Mary Maddock, whom he married at St. Mary's Church, Nottingham, on the First of March, 1780. A monumental inscription in the burial ground adjoining Castle Gate Chapel, Nottingham, states that Alderman Swann died in London 26 December 18[ ], aged [60] years, and was buried in Bunhill Fields. The date of death is worn away, but as his name occurs in the Nottingham Directory of 1815, but is omitted from that of 1818, it may be assumed that he died between those years. Mrs. Swann (Mary Maddock) died 14 November, 1799, aged 44 years, and was buried in Castle Gate Chapel-yard, where also several of her children are interred.  Kirk Swann was baptized at the Independent Chapel in Castle Gate, Notting-

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the parsonage of Winteringham. The house is most delightfully situated close by the church, at a distance

ham, 24 July, 1784, as " Kirk, son of Edward & Mary Swann," and with the same fore-name was appointed to the office of First Chamberlain of the Corporation of Nottingham on 29 September, 1808.  Before this date he had, like Henry Kirke White and John Neville White, tacked the letter e on to Kirk, and became Kirke Swann. He carried on the business of a hosier, first in Mount Street and afterwards in St. James's Street. He was one of the Sheriffs of Nottingham in 1809 and again in 1827. He was also a Captain in the Nottinghamshire Local Militia, and devoted much of his time to the study of archaeology. He purchased a garden at the corner of Church Street and Priory Street, Lenton, which contained the only remains of the once great Priory of Lenton solely with the object of their preservation. Mr. Swann died at his residence on St. James's Terrace, Nottingham, in March, 1858. His son, the Rev. Samuel Kirke Swann, M.A., who was for many years Curate of Gedling, Notts., was baptized at Castle Gate Chapel, Nottingham, 12 April, 1816, the entry [No. 2018] in the register being "Samuel Kirke, son of Kirke Swann and of Lucy his wife, born in the parish of St. Nicholas, March 27, 1816, baptized by R. Alliott." Mr. Swann, who was a voracious book-worm, for many years owned, and zealously guarded, the remains of Lenton Priory previously referred to.  These, with some adjacent property, he bequeathed to the late Lieut.-Col. A. E. Lawson Lowe, F.S.A., eldest son of his cousin, Edward Joseph Lowe, Esq., F.R.S., the eminent meteorologist. Mr. Swann, who possessed an estate at Forest Hill, Warsop, died at Carlton, near Nottingham, 20 November, 1886, aged 70 years, and was buried at Warsop on the 25th of that month.

Mr. John C. Warren, of Nottingham, solicitor, has in his possession some notes written by Mr. John Crosby, many years since Postmaster of Nottingham, which show that Henry Kirk White's mother was the niece of Samuel Kirk, of Long Row, Nottingham, Grocer, who also had another niece, Mary Maddock, married as above stated, to Ald. Edward Swann. From this it appears that Henry Kirk White and Kirk Swann were second cousins, and accounts for each bearing the name of Kirk. The above Samuel Kirk, of the parish of St. Mary, Nottingham, married at St. Peter's Church in the same town, 8 January, 1740, Ann Smith, of the latter parish. He died 23 January, 1780, aged 66, and his wife died 22 January, 1774, aged 74 years.   Both are buried in Castle Gate Chapel-yard. It has been observed on page 69 ante that Henry Kirk White's eldest sister married Joshua Smith, of Nottingham. Possibly he was some relation of the above Ann Smith. A curious association of the names of Kirk and White occurs in the marriage, on 25 April, 1793, at St. Nicholas's Church, Nottingham, of Thomas Kirk, of that parish and Mary White, of the parish of St. George, Westminster, in the County of Middlesex, but whether any relationship existed between these persons and the families of the same name previously referred to is unknown to us.

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from the village, and with delightful gardens behind, and the Humber before. The family is very agreeable, tutor is not only a learned man, but the best pastor, and most pleasing domestic man, I ever met with. You will be glad to hear we are thus charmingly situated. I have reason to thank God for his goodness in leading me to so peaceful and happy a situation."

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To His Mother

"Winteringham, Dec. 16, 1804.
My Dear Mother,
Since I wrote to you last, I have been rather ill, having caught cold, which brought on a slight fever. Thanks to excellent nursing, I am now pretty much recovered, and only want strength to be perfectly re-established.   Mr. Grainger is himself a very good physician; but w hen I grew worse, he deemed it necessary to send for a medical gentleman from Barton; so that, in addition to my illness, I expect an apothecary's bill.  This, however, will not be a very long one, as Mr. Grainger has chiefly supplied me with drugs. It is judged absolutely necessary that I should take wine, and that I should ride. It is with very great reluctance that I agree to incur these additional expences, and I shall endeavour to cut them off as soon as possible. Mrs. And Mr. Grainger have behaved like parents to me since I have been ill: four and five times in the night has Mr. G. come to see me ; and had I been at home, I could not have been treated with more tenderness and care. Mrs. Grainger has insisted on my drinking their wine, and was very angry when I made scruples; but I cannot let them he at all this additional expence-in some way or other I must pay them, as the sum I now give, considering the mode in which we arc accommodated, is very trifling. Mr. Grainger does nut keep a horse, so that I shall be obliged to hire one; but there will be no occasion for this for any length of time, as my strength seems to return as rapidly as it was rapidly reduced. Don't make yourself in the least uneasy about this, I pray, as I am quite recovered, and not at ail apprehensive of any consequences. I have no cough, nor any symptom

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which might indicate an affection of the lungs. I read very little at present.

I thought it necessary to write to you on this subject now, as I feared you might have an exaggerated account from Mr. Almond's friends, and alarm yourself." 

To His Brother Neville. 
"Winteringham, Dec. 27, 1804. 
My Dear Brother,
I have been very much distressed at the receipt of your letter, accompanied by one from my mother, one from my sister, and one from Mr Dashwood, and Kirke Swann, all on the same subject; and greatly as I feel for all the kindness and affection which has prompted those remonstrances, I am quite harassed with the idea that you should not have taken my letter as a plain account of my illness, without any wish to hide from you that I had been ill somewhat seriously, but that I was indeed better. 

I can now assure you that I am perfectly recovered, and am as well as I have been for some time past. My sickness was merely a slight fever, rather of a nervous kind, brought on by a cold, and soon yielded to the proper treatment. I do assure you, simply and plainly, that I am now as well as ever. 

With regard to study, I do assure you that Mr. Grainger will not suffer us to study at all hard; our work at present is mere play.  I am always in bed at ten o'clock, and take two walks in the day, besides riding, when the weather will permit. 

Under these circumstances, my dear brother may set his mind perfectly at ease. Even change of air sometimes occasions violent attacks, but they leave the patient better than they found him. 

I shall continue to drink wine, though I am convinced there is no necessity for it. My appetite is amazingly large- much larger than when at Nottingham.

I shall come to an arrangement with Mr. Grainger immediately, and I hope you will not write to him about it. If Mr. Eddy, the surgeon, thinks it at all necessary for me to do this constantly, I declare to you that I will;  but remember, if I should form a habit of this now, it

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may be a disadvantage to me when possibly circumstances may render it inconvenient-as when I am at college.

My spirits are completely knocked up by the receipt of all the letters I have at one moment received. My mother got a gentleman to mention it to Mr Dashwood and still representing that my illness was occasioned by study-a thing than which none can be more remote from the truth, as I have, from conscientious motives, given up hard study until I find my health better.

I cannot write more as I have the other letters to answer. I am going to write to Barton, expressly to get advantage of the post for this day, in order that you may no longer give yourself a moment's uneasiness, where there is in reality no occasion. 
Give my affectionate love to James,
And believe me, my dear Neville, 
Your truly affectionate Brother,  H. K. White." 

To Mr Kirke Swann. 
"Wintringham, December, 1804.
My Dear Kirke, 
The affection of my friends cannot fail to give me pleasure, and, I assure you, this testimony of your's has occasioned me no little satisfaction; but I must still assure you, that I am perfectly recovered, and as well as I ever felt myself in my life. My disorder was a slight fever of the nervous kind, brought on by a cold, and although I was for a time very ill, I hope the event, like all other seeming evils in the hand of Providence, will turn out for my advantage. I assure you, you would not despair of me if you saw me eat. I have already a good stock of appetite, and can hew my way through a piece of bread and cheese with considerable agility and effect. Seriously, I have from conscientious motives given up too intense study; and as the great end which I set before me is not the attainment of learning, but utility in the ministry of Christ, I shall take especial care not to let the pursuit of letters interfere with the prospect of ministerial usefulness. 

With regard to your visit to these parts of the world, I will give you the same advice as I gave to my friend 

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... Let it be, till the summer months.' You cannot well conceive the bleak and uncomfortable state of the country here at this season; the plains are either under water, or so intersected with drains, that walking in the lowlands is almost impracticable. Wintringham has now few charms even for us, fond as we are of it. Glad as I should be to see you again, I should feel almost a pride in showing you the village in all its beauty, rather than at its greatest disadvantage." 

To Mr John Charlesworth.
(Translated from the Latin.) 
Winteringham, --, 1804. 
Dear Friend,1
I should be ashamed of the infrequency of my letters if I did not feel that it was partly due to you. I did not receive your letters before the 1st of December , a delay which was distressing to me, easier however to bear so long as it was made quite evident that I had not slipped entirely out of your recollection. 

I was pleased when I heard from your letter addressed to friend Robert that you had been applying yourself, and intended to apply yourself, to Greek, at which you must continue to work hard with your highly cultured tutor. I am quite sure that, under his guidance, you will turn out a learned man and a finished scholar in all sound learning, not however resting satisfied with these accomplishments, but aiming at higher things, namely, the salvation of mankind and a knowledge of the holy mysteries of the word of God. 

I am only just recovering, my friend, from the serious illness from which I have been suffering : only just beginning to drag into the open air my drooping and enfeebled limbs. Touched by the parching hand of fever I have spent long weary nights in tears and groans. I saw when I was brought face to face with death, then I saw all things made clearer : I became aware that I had

(1) This letter is not to be considered as a specimen of Henry's Latinity. It was written when he was only beginning those classical studies in which he afterwards made such progress.-(Southey's footnote.} 

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not sufficiently kept the faith of Christ, that I had not faithfully lived my life as a servant of God. My illness revealed many things before hidden from me. This is what I felt and all, be they indeed religious and good, will feel the same. But I especially have had reason for humbling myself and throwing myself submissively at the foot of the cross. Nay more, I even shed floods of tears and sometimes the comfort of the Holy Spirit calmed the tumult of my soul. 0 ! that I may always keep in mind the impression made in my recent danger ! 

I have no doubt you will be pleased to hear something of our ways and studies.   Our tutor, named Grainger, had not a college education, for all that he is a man of no inconsiderable learning and pre-eminent for piety. He was an assistant master in the school of that learned and much to be respected man Joseph Milner, who loved and honoured him. His manners are pleasing and affable, agreeably tempered with courtesy and grace, though at times his face wears a look of forbidding sternness. Gentle towards the good, to the bad he behaves rather hardly. He is in almost an equal degree a careful pastor, an excellent man, and a good tutor. With him we read in Greek Homer, Demosthenes, and the Holy Scriptures, in Latin Virgil, Cicero, and occasionally in school Terence. We also write Latin for the sake both of syntax and style; however (witness this letter) I need not tell you what small progress I make. In writing Latin, contrary to my usual experience in English, I am slow, dull and clumsy. The words ooze out - ah! how slowly, and when at last they have emerged how inelegant they are!   I hope however by practice and careful attention and then by Latin conservations to obtain some facility, at present I generally have to be satisfied to long and toil, achieving little though attempting great things. 

You are aware, no doubt, that we are living in the small town of Winteringham situated on the banks of the Humber, but perhaps you have not yet realized that it is a country spot, very charming with streams, hills, fields, and every beauty.  Our house is close to the church; behind are delightful gardens, and a terrace thickly planted with trees, on which we usually take our walk. All round are country villages to which at holiday times we go after breakfast. There is a village called

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Whitton, where from a high rock you can see the river Trent flowing into the spacious Humber, and a little further up the river Ouse. 

Below at the foot of shady rocks is a spring which has the power of turning other materials into stone; from a very high rock it runs down to the shore changing into stone on its way, moss, shells, and the lighter branches of trees. Within view of the house rise on the other side of the Humber the Yorkshire Hills, thickly studded with woods and villages, at one time smiling in the rays of the sun, at another frowning with clouds and storms. Vessels with their sails filled with the wind glide by in front of the windows at a little distance away;  while above in the air high overhead huge flocks of geese fly to and fro with long-drawn clamour. 
Farewell. Yours, while life shall last,

To his brother James.  
"Midway between Winteringham  and Hull, Jan. 77, 1805,
Dear James, 
You will not be surprised at the style of this letter, when I tell you it is written in the Winteringham Packet, on a heap of flour-bags surrounded by a drove of 14 pigs, who raise the most hideous roar every time the boat rolls. I write with a silver pen, and with a good deal of shaking, so you may expect very bad scribbling. I am now going to Hull, where I have a parcel to send to my mother, and I would not lose the opportunity of writing. 

I must not conceal from you that I am very sorry you do not attend some eminent minister in the church, such as Mr. Cecil, or Mr. Pratt, or Mr. Crowther , in preference to the meeting; since I am convinced a man runs less danger of being misled, or of building on false foundations, in the establishment, than out, and this too for plain reasons - Dissenters are apt to think they are religious, because they are dissenters -'for,' argue they, 'if we had not a regard for religion, why should we leave

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the establishment at all?  The very act of leaving it shows we have a regard for religion, because we manifest an aversion to its abuses.' Besides this, at the meeting- house you are not likely to hear plain and unwelcome truths so honestly told as in the church, where the minister is not so dependent on his flock; and the prayers are so properly selected, that you w7!!! meet with petitions calculated for all your wants, bodily and spiritual, without being left at the mercy of the minister to pray for what and in what manner he likes. Remember these are not offered as reasons why you should always attend the church, but to put you in mind that there are advantages there which you should avail your- self of, instead of making invidious comparisons between the two institutions." 

To Mr Benjamin Maddock
"Winteringham, Jan. 31, 1805.
Dear Ben,
I continue to be better in health, although the weather is a great obstacle to my taking a proper proportion of exercise. I have had a trip to Hull of late, and saw the famous painter R--1 there, with

(1) John Russell, R.A., is the artist referred to. He was born in March, 1745, at Guildford, being the son of John Russell, book and print seller in Guildford , and five times Mayor of that town. He was educated at the Guildford Grammar School, and at an early age apprenticed by his father to Francis Cotes, of Cavendish Square. London.  When nineteen years of age he was converted by the Methodists, and his evangelical ardour caused disputes with his master and his own family. At home or abroad, in season and out of season, he never ceased from preaching and disputation. He endeavoured to convert as well as paint his sitters, and excited such ill-feeling that, in 1767, he was refused accommodation at all the inns at Midhurst. He was shortly afterwards, in 1768, the cause of a riot at Guildford. In 1788 he was elected a Royal Academician, and was later commissioned by the King to paint portraits of the Queen and the Prince of Wales. Russell was in good circumstances, commanding about the same prices as Sir Joshua Reynolds. He was also an astronomer, and made, with the assistance of his daughter, a lunar map, which he engraved on two plates which formed a globe showing the visible surface of the moon. It took twenty years to finish, and is now in the Radcliffe Observatory at Oxford. He died at Hull, of typhus fever, 20 April, 1806, and was buried under the choir of Holy Trinity Church, in that town. 

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whom I had a good deal of talk. He is a pious man, and a great astronomer;  but in manners and appearance a complete artist.   I rather think he is inclined to Hutchinsonian principles, and entertains no great reverence for Sir Isaac Newton. 

"Winteringham, Feb. 5, 1805.
The spectacles for my father, are I hope, such as will enable him to read with ease, although they are not set in silver. If they hurt him through stiffness; I think the better way will be to wear them with the two end joints shut to, and with a piece of riband [sic]to go round the back of the head, &c.  The Romaine's Sermons, and the Cheap Tracts, are books which I thought might be useful. You may think I am not privileged to make presents, since they will in the end come out of your pocket; but I am not in want of cash at present, and have reason to believe, from my own calculations, I shall not have occasion to call upon you for what I know you can so ill spare.  I was quite vexed afterwards that I did not send you all the volumes of the Cheap Repository, as the others, which are the general tracts, and such as are more entertaining, would have been well adapted to your library. When I next go to Hull, I purpose buying the remaining volumes; and when I next have occasion to send a parcel you will receive them. The volume you have got contains all the Sunday reading tracts, and on that account I send it separately.  As I have many things to remind me of my sister Smith, I thought (though we neither of us need such mementos) that she would not be averse to receive the sermons of the great and good, though in some respects singular Romaine, at my hands, as what old-fashioned people call a token of a brother's love, but what in more courtly phrase is denominated a memento of affection." 

To Mr Serjeant Rough. 
"Winteringham, Feb. 17,1805.
My Dear Sir, 
In this remote corner of the world, where we have

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neither books nor booksellers, I am as ignorant of the affairs of the literary world as an inhabitant of Siberia. Sometimes the newspaper gives me some scanty hints; but as I do not see a review, I cannot be said to hold converse with the Republic.  Pray, is the voice of the Muses quiet suspended in the clang of arms, or do they yet sing, though unheeded?  All literary information will be to me quite new and interesting; but do not suppose I hope to intrude on your more valuable time with these things. When you shall have leisure, I hope to hear from you; and whatever you say, coming from you, it cannot fail to interest. 
Believe me, Dear Sir, 
Very sincerely yours, 
H. K. White." 

To Mr. Benjamin Maddock. 
"Winteringham, March 1, 1805.
My Dear Ben,
Sadness is in itself sometimes infinitely more pleasing than joy; but this sadness must be of the expansion and generous kind, rather referring to mankind at large than the individual; and this is a feeling not incompatible with cheerfulness and a contented spirit.   There is difficulty, however, in setting bounds to a pensive disposition; I have felt it, and I have felt that I am not always adequate to the task. I sailed from Hull to Barton the day before yesterday, on a rough and windy day, in a vessel filled with a marching regiment of soldiers, the band played finely, and I was enjoying the many pleasant emotions which the water, sky, winds, and musical instruments excited, when my thoughts were suddenly called away to more melancholy subjects. A girl genteelly dressed, and with a countenance which, for its loveliness, a painter might have copied for Hebe, with a loud laugh seized me by the great coat, and asked me to lend it her; she was one of those unhappy creatures who depend on the brutal and licentious for a bitter livelihood, and was now following in the train of one of the officers. I was greatly affected by her appearance and situation, and more so by that of another

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female who was with her, and who, with less beauty, had a wild sorrowfulness in her face, which showed she knew her situation. This incident, apparently trifling, induced reflections which occupied me fully during a walk of six or seven miles to our parsonage.  At first I wished that I had fortune to erect an asylum for all the miserable and destitute;-and there was a soldier's wife, with a wan and haggard face, and a little infant in her arms, whom I would also have wished to place in it:- I then grew out of humour with the world, because it was so unfeeling and so miserable, and because there was no cure for its miseries ; and I wished for a lodging in the wilderness, where I might hear no more of wrongs, affliction, or vice; but, after all my speculations, I found there was a reason for these things in the gospel of Jesus Christ, and that to those who sought it there was also a cure: so I banished my vain meditations, and knowing that God's providence is better able to direct the affairs of men than our wisdom, I leave them in his hands" 

To Mr. Kirke Swann. 
"Winteringham, March 16, 1805. 
Dear Kirke,
I was affected by the death of young B--. He once called upon me with Mr. H--when I was very ill, and on that occasion Mr. H-- said to us both, 'Young men, I would have you both pack off to Lisbon, for you won't last long if you stay here.' Mr. H-- was then about to set out for Hamburgh; and he told me afterwards that he never expected to see me again, for that he thought I was more desperately gone in consumption than B--. Yet you see how the good providence of God has spared me, and I am yet living, as I trust, to serve him with all my strength. Had I died then, I should have perished for ever; but I have now hope, through the Lord Jesus, that I shall see the day of death with joy, and possibly be the means of rescuing others from a similar situation.  I certainly thought of the ministry at first with improper motives, and my views of Christianity were for a long time very obscure; but I have, I trust, gradually been growing out of dark-

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ness into light, and I feel a well-grounded hope that God has sanctified my heart for great and valuable purposes. Woe unto me if I frustrate his designs!"

To Mr. R. Wortley.1 
Winteringham, 8th April, 1805.
My Dear Sir, 
From the hand-writing, I apprehend I am indebted to you for a 'Nottingham Journal,' which has brought intelligence most interesting to Almond and myself.  The subscription for the chapel of ease2 is a very spirited one; and I think you are beginning with the most prosperous omens.  I hope the undertaking will meet with yet higher protection than that of great men and rich; and that, what is designed for the honour of God, will not be destitute of his all-powerful aid. Humanly speaking, there is only one impediment in your way, and that is the clause vesting the presentation in the hands of trustees. There is a bishop in the house who makes it a rule to oppose every bill of this kind, where the appointment of the minister is not placed in the hands of the vicar or rector of the parish.  The chapel in which Mr. Atkinson preaches at Leeds, was highly favoured, for the second presentation was vested in Mr. Atkinson and his representatives.  It may be, that as this clause is inserted with the express concurrence of the vicar, and as he and the patron have both of them votes, this objection may be

(1) Probably identical with "Wortley R. Warehouse-man, High-pavement," who occurs in the Nottingham Directory of 1799. 
(2) On 5 April, 1805, a public meeting was held at Thurland Hall, Nottingham, D. P. Coke, Esq., M.P., in the chair, at which it was unanimously resolved , "That, owing to the very great increase of inhabitants, a new church in the parish of St. Mary, Nottingham, is indispensably necessary." A very liberal subscription was immediately commenced. In consequence, however, of the determined opposition of the vicar of the parish, seconded by the patron of the living, the design, promising as it at first appeared, was in the course of a few weeks, abandoned. (Nottingham Date-Book, 1880, p. 253). In August, 1807, however, the same promoters obtained an Act of Parliament to erect the present church of St. James, on extra-parochial land called Standard Hill, just without the boundary of the town and which was consecrated 13 June, 1809.

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in some measure obviated; but I should think the committee will rather choose that an amendment should be made, than the bill be thrown out in the Upper House. Mr. Grainger thinks this is a serious objection, and, indeed, he has had experience of its being so, for the chapel wherein Mr. D . . . preaches at H . . ., is confined in the same manner, and for the same reasons, to the vicarage.

Mr. Dashwood's1 departure will, I doubt not, occasion you all much regret. I have no doubt his reasons for the step are very cogent. His place will not speedily be supplied, and even if you are very fortunate, you will be obliged, in all probability, to put up with a much less attractive, if not a less powerful preacher. His ministry has been blessed, as we can all testify, with uncommon success. 

For my own part, slow as have been my advances in the wisdom of the gospel, and small as in comparison they at this moment continue to be, I still owe to Mr. Dashwood more than the most unbounded gratitude can adequately express: nothing less than my all. 

To His Brother. 
"Winteringham, April 1805. 
Dear Neville, 
Almond and I took a small boat on Monday, and set out for Hull, a distance of thirteen miles, as some compute it, though others make it less. We went very merrily with a good pair of oars, until we came within four miles of Hull, when, owing to some hard working, we were quite exhausted; but as the tide was nearly down, and the shore soft, we could not get to any villages on the banks. At length we made Hull, and just arrived in time to be grounded in the middle of the harbour, without any possible means of getting ashore till the flux of flood. As we were half famished, I determined to wade ashore for provisions, and had the satisfaction of getting above the knees in mud almost every step I made. When I got ashore, I recollected I had given 

{l) Curate of St. Mary's, Nottingham, referred to in a previous note.

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Almond all my cash. This was a terrible dilemma: to return back was too laborious, and I expected the tide flowing every minute.  At last I determined to go to the inn where we usually dine when we go to Hull, and try how much credit I possessed there, and I happily found no difficulty in procuring refreshments which I carried off in triumph to the boat. Here new difficulties occurred; for the tide had flowed in considerably during my absence, although not sufficiently to move the boat, so that my wade was much worse back than it had been before. On our return, a most placid and calm day was converted into a cloudy one and we had a brisk gale in our teeth. Knowing we were quite safe, we struck across from Hull to Barton; and when we were off Hazel Whelps, a place which is always rough, we had some tremendous swells which we weathered admirably, and (bating our getting on the side of a bank, owing to the deceitful appearance of the coast) we had a prosperous voyage home, having rowed twenty-six miles in less than five hours.

"Winteringham, April 12, 1805.
My Dear Mother,

I have constructed a planetarium, or orrery, of a very simple kind, which cannot fail to give even children an idea of the order and course of the heavenly bodies. I shall write a few plain and simple lectures upon it, with lessons to be got off by heart by the children, so that you will be able, without any difficulty, to teach them the rudiments of astronomy. The machine, simple as it may seem, is such that you cannot fail to understand the planetary system by it; and were it not that I cannot afford the additional expence, [sic] I could make it much more complete and interesting. You must not expect anything striking in the instrument itself, as it only consists of an index-plate, with rods and balls.-It will explain the situation of the planets, their courses , the motion of the earth and the moon, the causes of the seasons, the different lengths of day and night, the season of eclipses, transits, &c.  When you have seen it, and read the explanatory lectures, you will be able to judge of its

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plainness ; and if you understand it, you may teach geography scholars its use.   Should it fail in other points of view, it will be useful to Maria and Catherine.1

Remember to keep up the plan of family worship on Sundays with strictness until I come, and it will probably pave the way for still further improvements, which I may perhaps have an opportunity of making while I stay with you.  Let Maria and Catherine be more particularly taught to regard Sunday as a day set apart from all worldly occupations.   Let them have every thing prepared for the sabbath on the preceding day; and be carefully warned, on that day in particular, to avoid paying too great an attention to dress. I know how important habits like these will be to their future happiness even in this world, and I therefore press this with earnestness.

To His Brother.

"Winteringham, May 20. 1805

Dear Neville,

My first business must be to thank you for the -, which I received by Mr. K. Swann. You must not suppose that I feel reluctance to lie under obligations to so affectionate a brother, when I say that I have felt uneasy ever since, on more accounts than one. I am convinced, in the first place, that you have little to spare; and I fear, in the second, that I shall prove an hindrance to a measure which I know to be necessary for your health-I mean your going to some watering-place for the benefit of sea-bathing.  I am aware of the nature of injuries received at the joints, especially the knee; and I am sure nothing will strengthen your knee more for the present, and prevent the recurrence of disease in it for the future. I would have you, therefore,

(1) Frances Moriah White became the wife of the Rev. Benjamin Cubitt, M.A., Lord of the Manor and Rector of Sloley, Norfolk, and died in 1854, aged 63 years. Catherine Bailey White became the wife of the Rev. Thomas Mack, M.A., Lord of the Manor and Vicar of Tunstead, Norfolk, and died at Tunstead Hall in 1889, aged 94 years.

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if by any means you can be spared in London, go to one of the neighbouring coasts, and take sufficient time to recover your strength.   You may pitch upon some pleasant place, where there will be sufficient company to amuse you, and not so much as to create bustle, and make a toil of reflection and turn retirement into riot. Since you must be as sensible as I am that this is necessary for your health, I shall feel assured, if you do not go, that I am the cause-a consideration I would gladly spare myself."

To His Brother Neville.

"Nottingham, June 1805.
My Dear Brother,

I wrote you a long letter from Winteringham some time ago, which I now apprehend you have never received; or if you have, some more important concerns have occupied your time than writing to me on general subjects. Feeling, however, rather weary to-night, I have determined to send this sheet to you, as a proof that if I am not a punctual, I am certainly far from a ceremonious correspondent. 

Our adventure on the Humber you should have learned from K. Swann, who, with much minuteness, filled up three sides of a letter to his friend with the account. The matter was simply this: He, Almond, and myself, made an excursion about twelve or fourteen miles up the Humber; on our return ran aground, were left by the tide on a sand-bank, and were obliged to remain six hours in an open boat, exposed to a heavy rain, high wind, and piercing cold, until the tide rose, when two men brought a boat to our assistance. We got home about twelve o'clock at night. No evil consequences ensued, owing to our using every exertion we could think of to keep warmth in our bodies."

To Mr. John Charlesworth.
"Nottingham, July 6. 1805.
Dear Charlesworth,
I beg you will admire the elegance of texture and

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shape of the sheet on which I have the honour to write to you, and beware lest, in drawing your conclusion, you conceive that I am turned exciseman;-for I assure you I write altogether in character;-a poor Cambridge scholar, with a patrimony of a few old books, an ink-horn, and some sundry quires of paper , manufactured as the envelopes of pounds of tea, but converted into repositories of learning and taste.

The classics are certainly in disrepute. The ladies have no more reverance for Greek and Latin than they have for an old peruke [wig], or the ruffles of Queen Anne. I verily believe that they would hear Homer's Greek without evidencing one mark of terror and awe, even though spouted by a university orator, or a Westminster Stentor.  0 tempora! 0 mores! the rural elegance of the twanging French horn, and the vile squeak of the Italian fiddle, are more preferred than all the energy, and all the sublimity of all the Greek and Roman orators, historians, poets, and philosophers put together. Now, Sir, as a classic, I cannot bear to have the honourable fame of the ancients thus despised and contemned [sic], and therefore I have a controversy with all the beaux and belles, Frenchmen and Italians. When they tell me that I walk by rule and compass, that I balance my body with strict regard to the centre of gravity, and that I have more Greek in my pate than grace in my limbs, I can bear it all in sullen silence, for you know it must be a libel, since I am no mathematician, and therefore cannot have learned to walk ill by system. As for grace, I do believe, since I read Xenophon, I am become a very elegant man, and in due time shall be able to spout Pindar, dancing in due gradation the advancing, retro- grade, and medium steps, according to the regular progress of the strophe, antistrophe, and epode.  You and I will be very fashionable men, after the manner of the Greeks: we will institute an orchestra for the exercise of the ars saltandi, and will recline at our meals on the legitimate Triclinium of the ancients-only banish all modern beaux and belles, to whom I am a professed and declared enemy.  So much for flippancy-

Vale! S.R.V.B.E.E.Q.V.

H. K. White."

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To His Brother.

" Winteringham, Aug. 20. 1805.

Dear Neville,

I am very sensible of all your affection, in your anxiety that I should not diminish my books; but I am by no means relieved from the anxiety which, on more accounts than one, I am under as to my present situation, so great a burden to the family, when I ought to be a support. My father made some heavy complaints when I was at home; and though I am induced to believe that he is enough harassed to render it very excusable, yet I cannot but feel strongly the peculiarity of my situation, and at my age feel ashamed that I should add to his burdens. At present I have my hands completely tied behind me. When I get to college, I hope to have more opportunities of advantage, and, if I am fortunate, I shall probably relieve my father and mother from the weight which I now lay upon them. I wish you, if you read this letter to my mother, to omit this part." 

To Capel Lofft, Esq.
"Wintermgham, Sept. 10, 1805.
Dear Sir,

Your letter has at length reached me at this place, where I have been for the last ten months employed in classical reading with Mr. Grainger. It gives me pleasure to hear of you, and of poetry; for, since I came here, I have not only been utterly shut out from all intercourse with the world, but have totally laid aside the pen of inspiration.  I have been actuated to this by a sense of duty; for I wish to prove that I have not coveted the ministerial office through the desire of learned leisure, but with an ardent wish to do my duty as a teacher of the truth.   I should blush to present myself as a candidate for that office in an unqualified and unprepared state; and as I have placed my idea of the necessary qualifications very high, all the time between now and my taking my degree will be little enough for these purposes alone. I often, however, cast a look of fond regret to the darling occupations of my younger hours, and the tears rush into my eyes, as I fancy I see the

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few wild flowers of poetic genius, with which I have been blessed, withering with neglect. Poetry has been to me something more than amusement, it has been a cheerful companion when I have had no other to fly to, and a delightful solace when consolation has been in some measure needful. I cannot , therefore, discard so old and faithful a friend without deep regret, especially when I reflect that, stung by my ingratitude, he may desert me for ever!

* * * *

With regard to your intended publication, you do me too much honour by inserting my puerilities along with such good company as I know I shall meet there. I wish I could present you with some sonnets worthy of your work. I have looked back amongst my old papers, and find a few verses under that name, which were written between the time when 'Clifton Grove' was sent to the press, and its final appearance. The looking over these papers has recalled a little of my old warmth, and I have scribbled some lines, which, as they owe their rise to your letter, I may fairly (if I have room) present you. I cannot read the sonnets which I have found amongst my papers with pleasure, and therefore I shall not presume to show them to you. I shall anxiously expect the publication of your work. 

I shall be in Cambridge next month, being admitted a Sizar at St. John's.  Trinity would have suited my plans better, but the expenses of that college are greater. 

With thanks for your kind remembrance of me, I remain,
Dear Sir,
Very respectfully and thankfully yours,
H. K. White.

Yes, my stray steps have wander'd, wander'd far
From thee, and long, heart-soothing Poesy!
And many a flower, which in the passing time
My heart have register'd, nipped by the chill
Of undeserved neglect, hath shrunk and died.
Heart-soothing Poesy!-Though thou hast ceased
To hover o'er the many-voiced strings

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Of my long silent lyre, yet thou canst still
Call the warm tear from its thrice-hallowed cell,
And with recalled images of bliss
Warm my reluctant heart-Yes, I would throw,
Once more would throw, a quick and hurried hand
O'er the responding chords.-It hath not ceased-
It cannot, will not cease ; the heavenly warmth
Plays round my heart, and mantles o'er my cheek-
Still, though unbidden, plays.-Fair Poesy !
The summer and the spring, the wind and rain
Sunshine and storm, with various interchange,
Have marked full many a day, and week, and month,
Since by dark wood, or hamlet far retired,
Spell-struck, with thee I loiter'd.-Sorceress !
I cannot burst thy bonds !-It is but lift
Thy blue eyes to that deep-bespangled vault,
Wreath thy enchanted tresses round thy arm,
And mutter some obscure and charmed rhyme,
And I could follow thee, on thy night's work,
Up to the regions of thrice-chastened fire,
Or in the caverns of the ocean flood,
Thrid the light mazes of thy volant foot.
Yet other duties call me, and mine ear
Must turn away from the high minstrelsy
Of thy soul-trancing harp-unwillingly
Must turn away ; there are severer strains-
(And surely they are sweet as ever smote
The ear of spirit, from this mortal coil
Released and disembodied)-there are strains,
Forbid to all, save those whom solemn thought,
Through the probation of revolving years,
And mighty converse with the spirit of truth,
Hath purged and purified.-To these my soul
Aspireth ; and to this sublimer end
I gird myself, and climb the toilsome steep
With patient expectation.-Yea, sometimes

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Foretaste of bliss rewards me ; and sometimes
Spirits unseen upon my footseps [sic] wait,
And minister strange music, which doth seem
Now near, now distant, now on high, now low,
Then swelling from all sides, with bliss complete,
And full fruition-tilling all the soul.
Surely such ministry, though rare, may soothe
The steep ascent, and cheat the lassitude
Of toil; and but that my fond heart
Reverts to day-dreams of the summer gone,
When by clear fountain, or embowered brake,
I lay a listless muser, prizing, far
Above all other love, the poet's theme.
But for such recollections, I could brace
My stubborn spirit for the arduous path
Of science, unregretting; eye afar
Philosophy upon her steepest height,
And, with bold step and resolute attempt,
Pursue her to the innermost recess,
Where throned in light she sits-the Queen of Truth.

These verses form nearly the only poetical effort of this year. Pardon their imperfections."


Winteringham is an old corporate town (which formerly had a market), on the south bank of the Humber, seven and a half miles west of Barton-on -Humber. Dr. Stukeley, writing from the then village inn, or Ferry-house, on 24 July, 1724, stated :-" The present Winteringham is still a corporation, and the mayor is chosen only out of one street, next the old town. . . . The church stands on the end of the Lincolnshire Alps."1

(1) "The History of Winterton and the Adjoining Villages, in the Northern Division of Manley, in the County of Lincoln," by W. Andrew, 1836, page 87,

Winteringham Church window to Henry Kirke White

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Winteringham Church, dedicated to All Saints, is of the Norman and Early English periods, and comprises a nave with north and south aisles, south porch, transepts, chancel, and western embattled and pinnacled tower containing five bells. In the south aisle is the recumbent effigy of a knight in chain mail, in a very good state of preservation. This effigy is supposed to represent a member of the Marmion family.

Many of the windows in the church are of stained glass.  At the west end of the south aisle is a single lancet filled with stained glass, divided into three stages. In the centre is a representation of the Offerings of the Magi. An angel is depicted above, and in the lower division is a figure writing, by whose side stands an angel. Across the window and dividing these subjects, are the words- + IS ANY MERRY LET HIM SING PSALMS and + I

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MORNING STAR.  At the foot of the window is the following inscription :-


Edward Westoby, the donor of this interesting little window, who appears to have formed a close friendship with White, was born at Winteringham 29 September, 1784 (being thus six months older than the poet), was baptised 29 October in the same year, and died there 4 August, 1873. He left to the poor of Winteringham the sum of 90, the interest to be distributed in bread at Christmas. His tombstone and those of some of his relations are in Winteringham churchyard.Henry Kirke White by Edward Westoby 1814  Westoby was an amateur artist and etcher. He drew a portrait of White during his residence at Winteringham, from which he subsequently made an etching on copper, here reproduced. Beneath are the words "Henry Kirke White born at Nottingham March 21 : 1785 Died at Cambridge Oct 19 1806." On the back of a book is "E Westoby 1814." He also etched a similar portrait, and a full page plate of "Winteringham Church & Rectory House," for

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Winter's [sic] " History of Winterton," referred to on page 127, and in which the author states " We are indebted to Mr. Edward Westoby for the accompanying view of Winteringham Church and the Rectory-house, which was taken from the rising ground a little to the east of the church ; we are likewise obliged to the same gentleman for his etching of H. K. White, made during the poet's residence at Winteringham." In dealing with the topography of Winteringham, the same author states:-

"To the south of the church is the Hall-close-hill, and the road leading to it is still called Yerle, or Earl's Gate; and if these names did not sufficiently point out the situation of Lord Marmion's residence, a circumstance which occurred lately places the matter in question almost beyond doubt. About forty or fifty years ago, not only were extensive foundations discovered on the hill side, but a leaden pipe was also found, which lead to a very beautiful well, formed of free stone, and finished in such style as would be no discredit to a workman of the present day. Here then has been the residence of several of the families mentioned in the former part of our history; and truly few of the nobility could possess a seat enjoying more splendid prospects. From the summit, which is called 'Beacon-hill,' lying southward, the eye may have one of the most perfect panoramic views in this county. On the other three quarters the prospect is equally extensive, beautiful, and varied. The west of Winteringham is terminated by woodlands bordering on the Trent, which are considerably below the height whence they are viewed, whilst 'the hill-side villages' as they are called, form an elevated boundary to the east.

Immediately in front, and looking over the parsonage and church, is the broad expanse of the Humber, whose

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shores are thickly studded with villages and seats;  whilst the very distant line of the Yorkshire hills, forms a noble horizon for the picture. The beauty of the scene in, considerably increased when the tide is rapidly bearing upon its mighty current a crowd of sailing vessels and numerous steam boats, which at once give life and animation to the picture."1
Winteringham Church & Rectory by W Bevan after Rev W Lloyd


Immediately adjoining the church is the Old Rectory-house, where White stayed, which appears to have been built at different periods, and has the peculiarity of possessing a gable end directed to each of the four cardinal points. The building is kept in repair, but is now used as stables and outhouses.

(1) "History of Winterton," pages 103-104.

(2) The above illustration is reproduced from an old lithograph by W. Bevan, from a drawing by the Rev. W. Lloyd.

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The Rev. Lorenzo Grainger, born at Howden in the East Riding of York, after acting as usher in Mr. Joseph Milner's school at Hull, "in 1799 became the zealous, laborious, and charitable curate of Winteringham."1 He resided at the Rectory house, the Rector in those days being non-resident. His characteristics are thus summed up in the Latin letter written by Henry Kirk White, in 1804, to his friend, John Charlesworth-"His manners are pleasing and affable, agreeably tempered with courtesy and grace, though at times his face wears a look of forbidding sternness. Gentle towards the good, to the bad he behaves rather hardly." His wife, Mrs. Mary Grainger, to whom White several times refers, died September 4th, 1809, aged 44 years, and was interred at Winteringham.   From this date Mr. Grainger's only sister, Lavinia, presided over the parsonage. Among Mr. Grainger's many pupils during his residence as curate-in-charge of Winteringham were the two elder sons of Sir James Colquhoun, Bart., of Luss, N.B., who probably joined Mr. Grainger's "unique establishment" about the year 1820. The younger of these, John Colquhoun,2 who

(1) "History of Winterton," p. 109.

(2) John Colquhoun, of the 4th Royal Irish Dragoon Guards, J.P., D.L., second of the three sons of Sir James Colquhoun, Bart., of Luss, N.B., and his wife Janet (whose life, written by the Rev. Dr. Hamilton, was published in London in 1847), daughter of the Right Hon. Sir John Sinclair, Bart., was born at 6, Charlotte Square, Edinburgh, 6 March, 1805. He married, in 1834, Frances Sarah (who, when only fourteen years of age, completed Henry Kirk White's hymn "Much in sorrow, oft in woe," which formed the first piece in her Rhymes and Chimes, published in 1876 by Macmillan), fourth daughter of E. Fuller Maitland, Esq., of Park Place, near Henley-on-Thames, Stansted Hall, Essex, and Garth House, co. Brecknock, by whom he had four sons (all officers in the army) and five daughters. Mr. Colquhoun died in 1885, his wife having predeceased him in 1877. The elder brother, Sir James Colquhoun, Bart., born in 1804, was Chief of the Colquhoun Clan and Lord Lieutenant of Dumbartonshire, which he represented in Parliament from 1837 to 1841. He married, in 1843, Jane, second daughter of Sir Robert

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became a keen sportsman and naturalist, and who was, moreover, a capable writer, has left striking descriptions of Mr. Grainger and his sister, which, so far as the former is concerned, corroborates Henry Kirk White's opinion of that gentleman :-

"My father took us himself to the Rev. Mr. Grainger's of Winteringham, in Lincolnshire, and after introducing us, left immediately. We felt bitterly forlorn, never having been from home before, and hardly understanding the lingo of the Sassenachs, whose ways and habits we could not endure. Our master was a thorough pedagogue-what in Scotland is called a 'dominie'- and fancied that being a first-class man at Oxford, or among the top wranglers at Cambridge, was, in his own phrase, the summum bonum of human bliss. He tried to imbue his pupils with the same idea, and taught them that the love of field-sports was ruin to boys, while those who entered the army were irreclaimable. The physique of Mr. Grainger was certainly peculiar. He had a bald head and square body; shapeless legs, and long, splay feet, without a vestige of instep, giving one the idea of a toad standing on its hind-legs; but his eye was the very reverse of the full mild orb of that reptile. It is said that the toad and the lark have exchanged eyes; but our governor's was a severe, prying eye, quite unlike that birds; and when in a passion (no seldom occurrence), it glared on its victim with the malignity of an incensed viper.

"Mr. Grainger's only sister, who kept his house, may be described as the primmest of prim old maids. Her gown was a hundred years out of date, waist up to

Abercromby, Bart., of Birkenboy, and by her (who died in 1844,) had a son, James, the fifth and present baronet. Sir James died 18 December, 1873.  His "tragic death in his own Loch Lomond called forth deep sympathy and sorrow."

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her shoulders, without a morsel of padding, natural (!) or acquired, surmounted by a mob-cap white as snow, under which wriggled a few curls like the wires of a mouse-trap. Behold her as Jehu-ine in a high, brimless straw-bonnet, seated in a little basket-carriage the size of a wheel-barrow. It was drawn by a pair of small brown donkeys-the longest-legged Sunday-school boy, with his precocious knee-breeches and calfless legs, tearing in front as running footman! Can I ever behold the like again?

"This grotesque brother and sister were branded by their mother (an admirer of Young) with the euphonious names of Lorenzo and Lavinia; and Miss Lavinia was persuaded that 'bruther' was the wisest, most learned, nay even the greatest man in the world. This was scarcely wonderful, considering the dogmatic bumptious way in which he settled the most profound questions of politics or theology. "Let a man answer me Paley's 'Evidences' and then I'll speak to him," said he of a noted infidel, at that time lecturing in the village.

"The only point on which the eccentric couple were not agreed was the discipline of the school. The fair Lavinia thought her brother was too severe on the tricky rogues, and too lenient to the quiet, reserved boys.  When she caught a mischievous rascal in a scrape, she dealt a reproof so absurdly caricaturing what she thought 'bruther' would have said, that the scape-grace was only kept from explosive laughter by the certainty that she had but to speak the word to let loose on him the fiery Lorenzo's cutting cane.

" . . . . To do 'old Lorry' justice, he was a painstaking and laborious teacher, so that the years we passed in his unique establishment were anything but thrown away."1

(1) "The Moor and the Loch," by John Colquhoun, fifth edition (1880), i. 3-6.

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Miss Lavinia Granger [sic] died at Winteringham, December 24th, 1830, aged 56 years, and was buried there. Mr. Granger [sic] was instituted, in 1833, to the Vicarage of Bartnetby-le-Wold (about eleven miles south-east of Winteringham), where he died, March 19th, 1839, aged 70 years, and was buried at the latter place on the 25th of the same month.

A white marble tablet on the north wall of the chancel of Winteringham Church is inscribed :-

To the Memory of the
Rev. Lorenzo Grainger,
Late Vicar of Barnetby-le-Wold, and
Formerly Curate of this Parish 33 years,
Faithful and affectionate in the
Discharge of his Ministerial Duties,
He fed the Flock of Christ, of which
The Holy Ghost had made him Overseer,
And, in the full assurance of a blissful
Immortality through the Atoning Blood
Of his Divine Redeemer, he fell asleep
In Jesus March 19th 1839, aged 70 years.
His remains are deposited near the door
of this Church.


Whitton, referred to by White in his letter to John Charlesworth, printed on page 113 ante, is situated on the Humber about two miles from Winteringham, and eleven miles west from Barton. 

"The Parsonage-house stands on the bank of the Humber and affords many a pleasing sight, of objects 'on the wide waste of waters.' Steam packets and other

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vessels, have frequently to sail within a short distance of the shore, though not without some peril; for the shifting quicksands here are so dangerous and uncertain, that many fine and valuably-freighted ships have been irrecoverably lost."'

In "The Mirror of Literature, Amusement and Instruction," of Saturday, March 12, 1836, is an interesting contribution, signed " W. Andrew, Winter- ton," with a wood engraving of " Henry Kirke White's Tree," on which is boldly incised H K W and the date 1805. The writer states :-' The tree so favoured by the young poet, grows on a dark, shelving bank, a stone's throw from Whitton, a village near Wintering- ham, where White sojourned for some time. It has a twisting root, on which he frequently used to rest himself: probably from this point he pictured Gondoline, who

'Plung'd her in; the torrent moan'd,
With its accustom'd sound;
And hollow peals of laughter loud
Again rebellow'd round.'              "^

Some years ago, in the recollection of the villagers, were the following lines by White, placed upon the tree :-

'Don't you see the silvery wave;
-Don't you hear the voice of God ?'

These have, however, long been defaced.  Like the tree of Pope, in Berkshire, numerous visitors have cut their names surrounding that of White's; and this probably, or the too frequent dashing of the briny sea upon its base, has withered its upper branches.  As the surge ere long may totally uproot this tree, to preserve it as a memorial of the young and pious bard,

(1) " History of Winterton," p. 82.

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I send the accompanying sketch, which may be interesting to the readers of the Mirror."

The same writer, William Andrew, in his previously quoted "History of Winterton and the Adjoining Villages," the preface to which is dated May 24th, 1836, says:-

"During the few hours that Kirke White allowed
Henry Kirke White's tree
himself for relaxation, one of his favourite pursuits was to stray along the banks of the Humber, and there contemplate the beauties of nature, of which he was so ardent an admirer. He frequently directed his footsteps to the village of Whitton, distant from Winteringham, about two miles. This place seems to have been gener-

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ally resorted to by him; and on the sands there, until very lately, stood his favourite tree, whereon he had cut 'H. K. W., 1805.' An engraving of this tree was given in the 'The Mirror' for the month of March, 1836; and since that publication, the tree, which might have withstood a little longer the storms of the elements, has been cut down by the woodman's axe. But in veneration for the respected memory of our Nottinghamshire poet, the initials have been carefully taken from the tree, and are now placed as a curiosity in an elegant gilt frame! "In a footnote we are informed that "Near the tree just alluded to, was another which grew higher up the bank, on which White engraved the following words" - the two lines which, in The Mirror, were stated to be on the same tree as the initials and date.



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