|  | 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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