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Gentleman's Magazine 1849 part 2 p.142
fair means to obtain the possession. The owners however not
being willing to part with it, he determined in an evil hour
to have it at any cost, and awful was the price he paid.
The old people, as the story runs, were in the habit of
going every day to the hall to share in the viands that fell
from the lord's table, for he was a bountiful man to the
poor, and it happened once when they went that a pie was
given them into which had been put some articles of plate.
After their return home the valuables were missed, and their
cottage being searched the things were found upon them. the
result was as the author of the mischief had plotted, they
were accused of theft, tried, and sentenced to be hanged,
and their prosecutor got their inheritance. The story goes
on to relate that on their way to execution, after
denouncing in the words of the 109th Psalm the conduct of
evil doers like Philipson, they pronounced a curse upon the
owners of Calgarth, which the gossips of the neighbourhood
say has ever since cast its blight upon the ownership of the
estate, and that, notwithstanding whatever authentic records
may prove to the contrary, the traditionary malediction has
been regularly fulfilled down to the present time. After the
death of his victims, Philipson was sadly tormented, for, as
if to perpetuate the remembrance of such injustice, and as a
momento to their innocence, their skulls came and took up a
position in the window of one of the rooms, from whence they
could not by any means be effectually removed; the common
belief being that they were for that end indestructible, and
it was stoutly asserted that to what place soever they were
taken, they invariably reappeared in their old station; they
were buried, burnt, powdered, dispersed to the winds, and
upon the lake several times, but all to no effect as to
their removal or destruction. In 1775, when Mr. West visited
the Hall, they still remained in the place where they were
said to have lain as long as could be remembered, and it was
then thought an impeachment of the taste and curiosity of
the inhabitants of the surrounding country, if they could
not say they had seen the skulls of Calgarth. "Some person,
however," says Clarke, has lately carried one to London,
and, as it has not found its way back again, I shall say
nothing more on so very trivial a subject." "As far as can
be learned," adds another informant, "the story is simply
this. In former times, when the Roman Catholic clergy were
compelled to seek safety in retirement from the persecution
of the Reformers, one of them retreated to Calgarth, where
he occiupied one of the rooms as a cell, and the skulls were
brought to him thither as objects for reflective
contemplation." A different account, though still lame and
unsatisfactory, has it that there formerly lived in the
house one of those famous wise women, who, as may be
collected from passing remarks in the early English
chroniclers, were once among the lower class of our country
people consulted as the general medical advisers, but who in
too many instances professed to cure by the more
questionable agency of those charms and spells of which the
adjacent vale of Troutbeck yet vaunts its professors. This
person had two skeletons by her for purposes connected with
her profession, and the skulls, happening to meet with
better preservation than the rest of the bones, they became
in time accidentally invested with their singular
reputation. Such is the essence of this goblin story, which
Mr. Green in the "Tourist's New Guide," published in 1819,
has totally dissipated by informing us that "time has proved
more than a match for the invisible agent that sought to
perpetuate these monuments of wrong, that one of the skulls
has turned to dust, and the other was fast mouldering away;"
and now even that one has also
- gone with the old belief and dream
That round it hung.
The fame of these redoubtable relics is, however, as living
as ever, for the respectable tenants of the house, who even
in these days, when the spread of knowledge had almost
banished from the glens and recesses of the North the dreams
of superstition, had not been able to shake off entirely the
secret influence of the old credulity, maintained with a
slight love of the marvellous, that though the skulls have
disappeared they believe them, invisible indeed to mortal
eyes, to
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