|  | Gentleman's Magazine 1849 part 1 p.380 [under]taking, was affixed into the third pier in the south  
aisle, on which is engraved the following record:-
 
  
"On the 22nd day of June, 1844, a faculty was granted in the 
consistry court at Carlisle to the Rev. James Lynn, vicar of 
Crosthwaite, and James Stanger, of Lairthwaite, esquire, for 
the restoration of the chancel, the roof, and other portions 
of this church, according to certain plans thereof  
exhibited, and for the erection of a tomb and sculptured  
monumental figure of the late Robert Southey, poet laureate, 
in accordance with which faculty these restorations were  
completed under the direction of George Gilbert Scott,  
architect, and the church was re-opened for divine service  
on the 3rd day of August, 1845, and the monument erected  
A.D. 1846." 
To a grave and recondite antiquary, this description of  
Crosthwaite church, and the objects of interest connected  
with it, will appear deficient in that fulness of  
information which a sedulous research through our national  
and diocesan archives alone can unfold. It is briefly  
mentioned in some of those valuable records whose pages  
illustrate the annals of our older churches. As such  
documentary evidences however, besides lying beyond the  
opportunities for research of the writer of these pages, are 
chiefly of a statistical and financial nature, which, though 
useful in themselves, would swell this sketch beyond  
reasonable limits, they are omitted without more than this  
concise allusion to their existence. The vicarage house, seated upon an eminence between the  
church and the town, commands that beautiful view of the  
Lake of Derwentwater, and the surrounding mountain scenery,  
with which the poet Gray, who visited this country in 1769,  
was so much enraptured. "From hence," says he in those  
delightful letters which were the medium of giving to his  
fellow-countrymen the first familiar account of the romantic 
loveliness of a region then so little frequented, "I got to  
the parsonage a little before sunset. and saw a picture,  
which if I could transmit it to you, and fix it in all the  
softness of its colours, would fairly sell for one thousand  
pounds." The point of view from which Gray beheld this  
fascinating prospect was from the horsing stone which then  
and for a long time after stood without the right hand side  
of the garden gate, in front of the house. It was removed  
several years ago, much to the regret of Mr. Southey, who  
often used playfully to reflect on the little sympathetic  
feeling shown in the destruction of a memorial so intimately 
associated with the author of "The Elegy."
 As this memoir of the venerable parish church of Crosthwaite 
was in commencement graced with a quotation from one of the  
most instructive works of that eminent writer whose spirit  
pervades the scene, and every spot on which the eye can rest 
is vocal with the associations of his life, so it cannot be  
more fitly concluded than with another extract borrowed from 
the same delightful book, after which, it would be sacrilege 
to add one word more.
 
  
"I was walking alone in Howrah looking upon the church and  
upon Skiddaw behind it, which was then in the glory of a  
Midsummer sunset. The weight of time and eternity was on my  
spirit; I had been also thinking of the change in human  
institutions, a thought naturally connected with any  
permanent monuments of nature or art. The shadows glide over 
that mountain, and the clouds collect there, and the sun  
glorifies it, as they did when the Druids performed their  
rites within yonder circle of stones, when the Romans and  
romanised Britons erected altars to Jupiter and  
Belatucadrus, and when the Danes offered up victims to Thor  
and Woden. The church too has undergone its changes. The  
rood loft has disappeared; not a bell rings on Saint  
Kentigern's Day, and not a trace of the saint remains in his 
own parish. I was contemplating that church and yonder  
mountain. Seven centuries have gone by since the church was  
founded; and there Skiddaw has stood since the foundations  
of the hills were laid. My years will presently be like a  
tale that is told. These will remain; the one unchangeable,  
the other, I trust, never to be changed in its destination  
and uses, whatever renovations the structure may require." 
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