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Gentleman's Magazine 1849 part 1 p.250
during many ages was believed without hesitation. The saint
in question was, as the romance says of Merlin the son of
the devil, a gentleman on his mother's side, his mother,
Thermetes or Themis, being the daughter of King Lot of
Lowthean and Okenay, a personage well known in the annals of
the Round Table, by Anna, daughter to Uther Pendragon, and
half-sister to King Arthur: a more illustrious stock could
scarcely be found in chivalrous genealogy. The time of his
birth has been fixed in 514; and, after living and
flourishing in holiness and miracles, none of which,
however, seem to have had any relation to, or been performed
in, this parish, he died at the prodigious age of 185 years.
... When our calendar was purged at the Reformation,
directions were given that respect should be had to saints
of the blood royal. This must have been the chief reason why
Saint Kentigern's name was inserted, though not in red
letters, in the calendar prefixed to that liturgy which gave
occasion to the Scottish covenant. Perhaps another motive
was, that, as his other name, Mungo, had become not uncommon
in Scotland, his memory, owing to that circumstance, might
still have been popular. Yet we may reasonably wonder that
any motives should have prevailed for its insertion, seeing
how entirely fabulous the legend is in all its parts."
Coinciding in this opinion, it is not therefore necessary to
attach further consideration to a "legend," which, as the
author just quoted has truly observed, "is a better word
than history for such tales."
The Lady Alice before named was the only child and heiress
of Robert de Romeli, Lord of Skipton in Craven, by Alice,
daughter and sole heiress of William, surnamed le Meschien,
or the younger, who in the various histories of the county
is called "Des Meschines," but whose correct appelative a
recent and more careful spirit of antiquarian research has
ascertained to be as first written. He was the earliest
Norman Baron of that portion of Cumberland which before his
day was called Coupland, or Allerdale above Derwent, but
which denominative, shortly after his investiture with that
extensive fief, he changed to Egremont or Egremond, on the
occasion of building a castle of that name upon the lofty
eminence which rises above the rapid current of the Egre or
Ehen.
Her husband was William Fitz Duncan, son of Duncan Earl of
Murray, and nephew to that David, King of Scotland, whom one
of his impoverished successors, when alluding to the vast
extent of lands which David had alienated from the throne to
enrich the numerous abbeys and religious houses he had
built, feelingly emphaticized as "a sair sainct for the
crown." Fitz Duncan, who after his marriage was also called
William de Romeli, was lord of the adjoining Cumbrian barony
of Allerdale below Derwent, and of the honour of
Cockermouth, both of which had descended to him from his
mother Octreda, who inherited them from her grandfather
Waldeof, to whom they had been granted by Randolph du
Briquesard, also surnamed le Meschien, Comte du Bessin,
elder brother of William le Meschien, and the first Norman
paramount feudatory of Cumberland, By this alliance the
baronies of Skipton and Egremont became united in the same
family with the barony of Allerdale below Derwent and the
honour or seignory of Cockermouth. By her marriage she had
one son, who died under age and unmarried, and three
daughters, who, on their brother's death, fell heirs to
those large estates, which, after their mother's decease,
were accordingly parted among them.
Her son, who was named William, was drowned returning home
from hunting or hawking, as he crossed the Wharf, near
Bardon Tower in Craven. His hound being tied to his girdle
by a line struggled to get free, as they passed one of the
deepest pools, pulled the youthful lord off his horse, and
drowned him. When the report of her bereavement reached his
mother, tradition avers her answer was couched in that
memorable expression, "Bootless bayl brings endless sorrow,"
whose obsolete quaintness has passed on to our days, not
alone in the pages of the historian, but as the affecting
theme of many a poet's lay, and within recent years has
again been embodied in that pathetic poem of Wordsworth's,
entitlted "The Force of Prayer."
Lady Alice seems always to have been of those pious
dispositions whose impulses were in unison with the
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