it is a nine-miles journey, due north from salisbury to stonehenge, but although it would, under{189}
pepys at old sarum
image unavailable: view of salisbury spire from the ramparts of old sarum.
view of salisbury spire from the ramparts of old sarum.
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other circumstances, be unduly extending the scope of this work to travel so far from the highway, we need have no compunction in making this trip, for it brings us to one of the most interesting places on the amesbury and ilminster route to exeter—to stonehenge, in fact, and passes by the wonderful terraced hill of old sarum. you can see old sarum looming ahead immediately after passing the outlying houses of salisbury, and if you come upon it when a storm is impending, as in constable’s picture, the impression of size and strength created is one not soon to be forgotten. as to coming upon it in the dark, as pepys did, the sight is awe-inspiring.
time and place conspired to frighten him. ‘so over the plain,’ he says, ‘by the sight of the steeple, to salisbury by night; but before i came to the town, i saw a great fortification, and there alighted, and to it, and in it; and find it prodigious, so as to fright me to be in it all alone at that time of night, it being dark. i understand since it to lie that that is called old sarum.’
to climb the steep grassy ramparts, one after the other, and to descend into and climb out of the successive yawning ditches is a tiring exercise, but perhaps in no other way is it possible to gain anything like a proper idea of the strength of the place. nor in there any more sure way of arriving at the relative scale of it than by observing the stray cyclist standing on the topmost ramparts and gazing toward the distant spire of salisbury.
there are other things than ancient history that make old sarum memorable. it was the head and{192} front of the electoral scandals that brought about the great reform act of 1832. although it contained neither a single house nor an inhabitant, old sarum survived as a parliamentary borough until that date, and regularly returned two members. lord john russell, introducing the reform bill to the house of commons, remarked that old sarum was a green mound without a single habitation upon it, and like gatton, also an uninhabited borough, returned two members, while great towns like birmingham and manchester were entirely without parliamentary representation. the two members sent to parliament were merely the nominees of the lord of the manor, elected by two dummy electors who, shortly after each dissolution of parliament, were granted leases in the borough of old sarum—leases known as ‘burgage tenures.’ their voting done, they quietly surrendered their leases, which were not granted again until a like occasion arose. the elections took place at the ‘parliament tree,’ which, until 1896 (when it was blown down in a snowstorm), stood in a meadow between the mound and the village of ‘stratford-under-the-castle.’ it was supposed to have marked the site of the town hall of the vanished town. cobbett, riding horseback past the spot, anathematised this ‘rotten borough’ and the system that allowed such things. he calls it ‘the accursed hill.’ the only house standing near is the ‘old castle inn.’
beyond it the road dips steeply to the downs, and so continues, with regular undulations, unsheltered from storms or frosts, or the fierce heat of the summer sun, to amesbury.{193}
image unavailable: old sarum (after constable, r.a.).
old sarum (after constable, r.a.).
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amesbury
amesbury is a sheltered village, lying in a valley between these downs. it was on the alternative coach route taken by the ‘telegraph,’ ‘celerity,’ ‘defiance,’ and ‘subscription’ coaches, which, leaving andover, came by weyhill, mullen’s pond, and ‘park house inn.’ this way came the ‘telegraph’ coach on its journey to london, 27th december 1836, through the thick of that terrible snowstorm of which we find copious mention on every one of the classic roads. it began when they reached wincanton, and from that place they struggled on up to the plain, where it was a white world of scurrying snowflakes, howling winds, and deep drifts. down into amesbury, and to the hospitable ‘george’ there, was but a momentary respite, for the determined coachman, although immediately snowed up in the open country beyond the village, sent for help and, assisted by a team of six fresh post-horses with a post-boy to every pair, charged up the hills in the direction of andover, with that fortune which is said to favour the brave. that is to say, he and his majesty’s mails got through to london, where the story was duly chronicled in the papers of the period.
here, or hereabouts, it was that the up exeter ‘celerity’ coach came into collision with the ‘defiance’ at one o’clock in the morning of 25th july 1827, resulting in the death of a gentleman who was thrown off the roof of the ‘celerity’ and instantly killed, and in serious injuries to others. both coaches were overturned. the ‘celerity’ coachman, according to the evidence at the subsequent trial, was to blame for reckless driving, and for endeavouring to take{196} too much of the road; but the lawyers found a flaw in the indictment, which stated that he was driving three geldings and a mare, and as it could not be proved that this description was correct, the matter dropped.
