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Gentleman's Magazine 1839 part 2 p.511 
  
book of Martin Luther's is written William Howarde. Volo  
sed non valeo (the family motto), non possum quod  
desidero. On a copy of Calvin's Institutes, 1569, is  
Qui sibi videtur stare videat ne cadat. On a copy of  
Galatea is, for thear glory is to change, and thear  
liberty is to rainge. On another volume is the softer  
language of conjugal affection, Merces amoris amor. Mary  
Howarde. W. Howarde. 1582. 
  
The three officers, the diary of whose tour in 1634 is  
preserved among the Lansdowne manuscripts, were hospitably  
entertained by Lord William Howard and his lady at Corby  
castle. The writer says - 
  
"These noble twain (as it pleas'd themselves to tell us  
themselves) could nott make above 25 yeares both togeather  
when first they were marry'd, that now can make above 140  
yeares, and are very hearty well and merry, and long may  
they continue soe, for soe have they all just cause to pray, 
that live neere them; for their hospitality and fre  
entertainment agrees with their generous and noble  
extraction, and their yeares retains the memory of their  
honourable predecessor's bountifull housekeeping." 
  
This little book includes a very interesting biography of  
Lord William Howard, for which the materials have been  
furnished in the elaborate and very magnificent volume, of  
Memorials of the Howard family, recently printed by Mr.  
Howard of Corby. 
  
The ancient MS. relative to the abbey of Glastonbury,  
described in the extract we have given respecting the  
library, is the same which was inquired after by the late  
Mr. Douce, in our Magazine, shortly before the publication  
of Warrer's History of Glastonbury. We are happy to find  
that it is still preserved. 
  
In p.37 we find mentioned four large carvings of wood, in  
the great hall, "representing a griffin, a unicorn, a  
dolphin, and a bull; these" it is added, "formed the  
crests of the Dacre, Multon, Greystock, and Grimthorp 
families, and have evidently been made to carry  
banners with the same arms." Gigantic carvings of this  
kind are seen over the gateways of several of the castles in 
the North, as at Hilton, and elsewhere. We notice the  
present description, to remark upon the inaccuracy of the  
term crests; they would more properly be called  
supporters. At the time of their execution they used to be  
called "beasts," and only one was used, which bore  
the arms on a banner, as mentioned in the present case. The  
ancient crests of these families, it will be found on 
inquiry, were something different: for all ancient crests  
are such as a knight might really carry on his head, not an  
entire animal, neither an elephant nor a castle, - though  
very frequently an animal's head. 
  
In p.39 we find mentioned the name of an old painter, who  
adorned the panels of the ceiling of the chapel with the  
heads of the genealogy of Christ, springing from the root of 
Jesse, in fifty-four compartments. It is given "Magister  
Lucas Egliement, Pictor MCXII." But we suspect there may be  
some trifling error. Can the artist be the same with  
Cornelius Engelbert, who, as noticed by Walpole in his  
Anecdotes of Paintings, came to England and was made painter 
to Henry the Eighth? The date appears full early for him;  
but in that also there may be some mistake. 
  
We have not time to accompany Mr. Jefferson to Lanercost  
abbey, though he appears to have described the ruins of its  
architecture in a very satisfactory manner; but we will now  
conclude with the following very elegant verses, by the  
present heir apparent of Naworth, who appears to inherit the 
poetical talents of his late grandfather, Frederick, Earl of 
Carlisle: 
  
LINES TO A JASMINE TREE IN THE "COURT OF NAWORTH CASTLE," 
  
Written by Viscount Morpeth. 
  
  
My slight and slender jasmine tree  
That bloomest on my border tower,  
Thou art more dearly loved by me  
Than all the wreaths of fairy bower.  
I ask not, while I near thee dwell,  
Arabia's spice or Syria's rose;  
Thy light festoons more freshly smell,  
Thy virgin white more freshly glows.  
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