[list-cumbria] Carlisle Patriot, 14 Feb 1824 - Local News (3)

[Petra Mitchinson]

Saturday 14 Feb 1824   (p. 2, col. 6 and p. 3, col. 1-2, 5 + 6)     [continued] 

 

FOX CHASE.—On Saturday morning the Underbarrow dogs unkennelled a fox, upon Whitbarrow in Lythe, which took a direct course over
Cartmel Fell, turned southward, and crossed the lower part of Cartmel parish, came round again by Lindal, through Whitherslack, and
visited Lythe; it then took a new direction to Levens Hall, making a number of doubles, in crossing the country over the mosses.
These manœuvres occupied the whole of Saturday night. On Sunday morning the fox was seen crossing Helsington Common, the dogs still
closely pursuing. The hunters, of course, having all been thrown off the trail on the preceding evening. It then shot away into
Barrowfield woods, continuing in cover a considerable time, with a few weary dogs at its heels. At length being driven into the open
ground, it bent its course to Cunswick, and made a circuit round to Barrowfield woods again. The dogs being too near, it was
compelled to break cover, and it took a direction over Helsington Burrows, turned down by Sizergh Hall, through Hawes Wood, and
round again to Heaves Lodge. It then skirted the south end of the hill, through Beathwaite Green, along Brigsteer Park, and over
Helsington Barrows again, not far from the Race course; it then took the direction of Bradley Field, and forward to Cunswick Farm.
We are sorry to add here, that fresh dogs had just before been laid on the scent. Though Reynard was undoubtedly a felon, we think a
Westmorland jury ought not to have preferred two bills of indictment against him. One he had traversed, but he was cast on the
second count; for about two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, in attempting to leap a wall, his strength failed, and he dropped into the
mouths of his pursuers, after having kept before the dogs for about twenty eight hours, and brushing over two hundred miles of our
roughest ground.—Kendal Gazette. 

 

The Sheriff, we understand, was engaged last week in investigating the practice of certain neighbouring magistrates in celebrating
what are called clandestine marriages. This practice may be explained in a single sentence. The love-sick couple appear before a
magistrate, and there acknowledge that they have come upon a needless errand by testifying to the fact of a previous marriage—an
allegation which is very charitably admitted as a fact—and all this with the view of soothing the fair one's feelings by obtaining
the signatures of respectable witnesses. What follows is still more startling. The minister of the parish (as we hear) receives the
certificate of this farce as a substitute for the regular proclamation of banns, and performs the usual ceremony of the church
between the parties. The candidates for this easy mode of entering into matrimony have increased prodigiously since the passing of
the late English marriage act; and even in Scotland, lovers have become so new-fangled that the session clerks have been cheated out
of many a fee. The Great Unknown lately wrote a novel to celebrate the decay of a clauchan, and the rise of a watering-place, and if
he possesses half the sympathy for the high priest of Gretna-Green that he evinced for Mrs. Meg Dodds, we could help him to another
and a better subject.—Dumfries Courier. 

 

Some bodies having been stolen from the church-yard of a remote parish in Northumberland, the owner of the estate, to prevent such
depredations in future, has directed the graves to be made rather shorter that the coffin, and to be excavated at the bottom, so as
to admit the head under the solid ground. It is then impossible to raise it by the feet, and the ground must be cut away above the
head, a work of more time than could always be commanded for the operation. In addition, a mixture of percussion powder and
gun-powder, placed on a wire in the inside of the coffin, to explode on its being opened, has been resorted to. This will retain its
explosive power for a month, in which time the corpse will generally be unfit for dissection. Filling up the coffin with quick lime
is a most infallible way of disappointing the surgical jackall, as it decomposes the body very rapidly.—Newcastle Courant. 

 

Thomas BROWN, residing near Hawick, travels the country as a higgler, having an ass the partner of his trade. From suffering under a
paralytic affection, he is in the habit of assisting himself on the road by keeping hold of the crupper of the saddle, or more
frequently the tail of the ass. During a recent severe winter, whilst on one of his journies near Rule Water, "the old man and his
ass" were suddenly plunged into a wreathe of snow. There they lay long, far from help, and ready to perish—at length the poor ass,
after a severe struggle, got out, but finding his unfortunate master absent, he eyed the wreathe for some time, with a wistful look,
and at last forced his way through it to where his master still lay, when, placing his body in such a position as to afford a firm
grasp of the tail, the honest higgler was thereby enabled to take his accustomed hold, and was actually dragged out by the faithful
best to a place of safety.—Kelso Mail. 

 

Funeral of the Countess of Carlisle.—The funeral obsequies of this distinguished lady were celebrated on Thursday, at the Minster.
The funeral was quite a private one; and the cavalcade left Castle Howard at an early hour, arriving at York a little after twelve
o'clock. The procession consisted of the hearse and six; four mourning coaches and four; and the Earl of Carlisle's and the
Archbishop of York's family carriages and six. The coffin was of black velvet, with many gold ornaments. Amongst the mourners were
his Grace the Archbishop and three of his sons. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. F. WRANGHAM. A great number of persons were
collected in the streets, and in the Minster yard; but no persons except the mourners were admitted into the Cathedral.—Yorkshire
Gazette. 

 

Launched from the building yard of Mr. William WALLACE Workington, a handsome copper-bottomed brig, of 280 tons register, called the
Horatio, built for Capt. SPARKS, and intended for a regular trader between Liverpool and Quebec. 

 

 

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