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Gentleman's Magazine 1849 part 2 p.252
strife - but so nevertheless it was; and the island is not
more attractive by its beauty than for the memory of one of
the most gallant actions performed by the Royalists in the
troublous epoch of the civil war. The olden name of this
sweet spot was Wynandermere Isle, afterwards changed to Lang
Holme; the latter word signifying in the provincial dialect
an island or plain by the waterside. In the middle the
Philipsons had a plain country house of the old fashioned
Westmerland kind, strongly secured and fortified, called
Holme House; and , like the gallant Wyndhams of
Somersetshire, whose uncompromising principle of loyalty it
was "to stand by the Crown, though it should hang on but a
bush," the owners of the island were not more distinguished
for their steady support of the King than for the resolute
bravery and romantic spirit of heroism with which they
fought and suffered in the royal cause. With them, as with a
poet of the period -
Loyalty was still the same,
Whether it win or lose the game;
True as the dial to the sun,
Altho' it be not shone upon.
Whoever has wandered into the Bellingham chapel, in the
large and curious church at Kendal, a fabric, which from its
component parts, though more so for the plan than its
details, seems almost out of the pale of ecclesiastical
architecture (it having a nave and no less than four aisles,
features in its construction so peculiar that there are but
the churches of St. Michael's in Coventry and St. Mary
Magdalen in Taunton, with one or two others, of similar
arrangement in England, to be met with), will have seen
suspended high over an ancient altar-tomb a battered helmet,
through whose crust of whitewash the rust of ages is plainly
to be discerned. The learned in such display of warlike or
heraldic insignia, after hearing the usual information which
is there detailed, are left pretty much after all to form
their own opinions from their own observation and knowledge,
whether this antique casque belonged to Sir Roger
Bellingham, who was interred, A.D. 157-, in the tomb
beneath, and exalted as a token of the distinction he had
received at the hand of his sovereign, in being made a
knight banneret on the field of battle, - or was obtained by
the puissant burgesses of Kendal from one of the Philipsons,
and elevated to its present position as a trophy of their
valour. Nevertheless, whichever of these accounts may have
truth for its foundation, the helmet in question is
strangely enough called "The rebel's cap;" and its history
forms the theme of the following bold and sacrilegious
action, which, though "an old tale and often told," ought
not to be refused a place in these pages.
The Philipsons, as before said, were staunch Royalists, and
during the wars between Charles I. and the Parliament there
were two brothers of the family at Crooke Hall who had
espoused the royal cause. Hudelston the elder, to whom the
island belonged, held the rank of Colonel, and his brother
Robert that of Major, in the King's army. The latter, who is
still renowned in county tradition for many daring acts, was
a man of high and adventurous courage; and, from his
desperate exploits, had acquired among the Parliamentarians
the significant but not very reputable cognomen of "Robin
the Devil." At that time there resided in Kendal a leading
partisan of the Parliament, named Briggs, who was also an
active officer in their army. He was a distant kinsman of
the Philipsons, of whom notwithstanding he was a bitter
enemy; and, having heard that Major Philipson was in his
brother's house on the island, in charge of the valuable
property of the family, he invested the place, with the view
of making prisoner so obnoxious a character. The Major,
however, was too old a soldier to be caught for want of
vigilance; he was on the alert, and, with his usual fearless
hardihood, defended the isle, during a siege of ten days
with a courage worthy of his reputation, though subjected to
severe privation; as Briggs, having seized all the boats
upon the lake, had stopped the supplies. Colonel Philipson,
who was at the siege of Carlisle, hearing of his brother's
beleaguerment, hastened to the rescue, with a force which
obliged the Parliamentarian to abandon his attempt; and
since that time the echoes of this brightest of our English
lakes, unroused by the angry sounds of warlike conflict,
have slumbered in peace. The attack being thus repulsed,
Major Philipson was not the
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