Chapter XIX: Winchester in Literature

And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s eye
Clothes them with shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

It is always a pleasing occupation to follow out the associations of human fancy which often invest persons and places with an interest, and indeed a romantic charm, to which the cold-eyed historian or dryasdust critic is entirely unresponsive, and if Winchester as it first appeared to us, as we looked down from the brow of St. Giles’s Hill, seemed to throb with the life and interest of a departed age, and of historical personages long since passed away, so too we shall find that it possesses associations of the purely literary type, not indeed fit to challenge comparison with the glorious pageantry of its historic past which we have attempted, all too inadequately, to present upon our stage, but not unworthy to be chronicled and to be included in her volume of romance and recollection. Her points of contact with literature have been many, and yet it would be wrong to describe her as a literary city. No poet of note, no great writer, has, in recent days at all events, claimed her as parent; her acquaintance has been rather with literary persons than with literature itself, for though she has attracted many to make her in some form or other their theme, but little of real weight in any but ancient literature has first seen the light beneath her auspices. For all this she has, in literature as in life, her story to tell, and that an ancient one.

The first literary associations of Winchester are, as is but natural, historical ones, and the first mention of her in literature is found in Bede, who records for us, among other scanty details, her name, ‘Venta, quae a gente Saxonum Ventanceastir appellatur’; she next appears in a full flood of glory, the seat of the learned and literary court of Alfred, from which he gave the world the treasures of his literary efforts--the _Consolations_ of Boëthius, Gregory’s _Pastoral Care_, Orosius, and Bede’s _Ecclesiastical History_, all rendered into the vernacular, and more important far than all of these, the great thesaurus of early national history, the _English Chronicle_, the history of which we have already related, and from which we have quoted so constantly in our earlier chapters, to be followed by the equally momentous Domesday Book--curious as it may seem to include this among literary productions. Following from this we have a wide and almost bewildering series of chroniclers, historians, and annalists, some of whom, like William of Malmesbury, Henry Knighton, and Matthew Paris, record details of her career incidentally as general items in the history of the land, while others, like Precentor Wulfstan and the annalists of Ealden Mynstre and Newan Mynstre, laboured at Winchester in their respective scriptoria, producing not merely wonderful works like the _Benedictional_ of St. Æthelwold and the _Golden Book_ of Edgar, but local histories in goodly store, the Hyde _Liber Vitae_ and _Liber de Hyda_, and the later monkish annals of Plantagenet days--Rudborne’s _Major Historia Wintoniae_, the anonymously written _Annales de Wintonia_, and others. Prominent among these various chroniclers was Geoffrey of Monmouth, who, romancist and fabricator as he was, has yet rendered valuable service by preserving the British legends as they survived among the Brythonic folk, and has given us--and let us be duly grateful--the Arthurian legend in all its suggestive elusiveness and mystery, centring round Winchester and Silchester, with Arthur the Christian King, Merlin the Mage, Dubric the High Saint, and many another--a legend which passed through many languages and many lands, gathering store of added marvels on the way, the customary guerdon of such literary wanderings, to reappear in strange unwonted guises, as in Layamond’s _Brut_ and the _Morte d’Arthur_ of Malorie. And the legendary lore of Winchester is far from being her least attractive literary asset: we have dealt with this subject fairly fully already--some may perhaps deem too fully,--yet is not legend but the _alter ego_ of history, and are not myth and legend, sober fact and imaginative creation, after all merely the multicoloured strata in the complete rainbow of presentment of vital truth, passing and repassing each into other by nice gradation and imperceptible advance? But all these are but prehistoric as it were, when English as a language was not, and monastic Latin and Anglo-Saxon the muddy media of literary communication.

The Winchester stream in English literature begins to flow at first with feeble current--a distich or so of uncouth verse, or a casual reference, as in _Piers Plowman_, Leland, Camden, or elsewhere. Drayton, in his _Polyolbion_, has some twenty lines or so on the Itchen, referring to the Round Table of Arthur at Winchester, and the towns on her course, speaking of

... that wondrous Pond whence she derives her head,
And places by the way, by which shee’s honoured,
(Old Winchester, that stands neere in her middle way,
And Hampton, at her fall, into the Solent Sea),

and Ken and Walton, in later Stuart days, come upon the scene. Ken is a real Winchester possession--educated at Winchester College, and later on, Prebendary of the Cathedral, he wrote his well-known and still widely-used _Manual of Prayer_ for the use of the scholars of Winchester College, and his _Morning and Evening Hymns_ breathe the same spirit of the inner religious life afterwards so beautifully reflected in Keble’s _Christian Year_. His preferment to the see of Bath and

From St. Giles’s Hill, where in mediaeval days the world-famous Fair of St. Egidius or St. Giles was held, an unequalled view of Winchester city can be obtained. The Cathedral, Wolvesey, the College, the Guildhall, the High Street, the Alfred Statue, the Old Guildhall, the Westgate, can all be seen. The dark clump of trees on the sky-line is the so-called Oliver’s Battery.]

Wells arose too out of his sturdy refusal to countenance the Merry Monarch’s irregular life, for he refused to let Mistress Eleanor Gwynne have the use of his house to lodge in, a refusal which angered the king at the time, but conciliated his respect, for on the bishopric falling vacant he declared that none should have it but the “good little man who refused his lodging to poor Nelly.” Izaak Walton, Ken’s relative, made Winchester his residence during the closing years of his long life--a man of culture and some literary pretension, apart altogether from his immortal _Compleat Angler_, for his lives of Donne and Herbert attained to some celebrity; tradition connects a certain summer-house by the stream in the Deanery garden with him and his fishing, and in several places in his _Compleat Angler_ he makes allusion to our Winchester streams, showing that he had ofttimes baited his angle by one or other of its waters. Peace to his soul--he rests in the Cathedral, in Silkstede’s Chapel, and the verses over his tomb, though devoid of all literary merit, are said to have been written by Ken his kinsman.

Our next possession is a greater name--and that, moreover, a Hampshire, though not in any real sense a Winchester one--the Hampshire novelist, the most charming and natural of women writers, Jane Austen. Here in the early days of 1817, when a deadly and insidious malady had attacked her, she came with her sister Cassandra to lodge in a house in College Street, occupied then by a Mrs. David, in the vain hope that Winchester medical skill might restore her strength.

The following letter from her pen,[3] written at this period, reveals the characteristic _espièglerie_ of the writer, which not even advancing weakness could disarm or subdue.

MRS. DAVID’S, COLLEGE STREET, WINTON,
_Tuesday, May 27th_.

There is no better way, my dearest E., of thanking you for your
affectionate concern for me during my illness than by telling you
myself, as soon as possible, that I continue to get better. I will
not boast of my handwriting--neither that nor my face have yet
recovered their proper beauty; but in other respects I gain
strength very fast; am now out of bed from 9 in the morning to 10
at night; upon the sofa, it is true, but I eat my meals with Aunt
Cassandra in a rational way, and can employ myself, and walk from
one room to another. Mr. Lyford says he will cure me, and if he
fails I shall draw up a memorial and lay it before the Dean and
Chapter, and have no doubt of redress from that pious, learned, and
disinterested body. Our lodgings are very comfortable. We have a
neat little drawing-room with a bow window, overlooking Dr.
Gabell’s garden.... On Thursday, which is a confirmation and a
holiday, we are to get Charles [_a relative--then a boy at the
College_] out to breakfast. We have had but one visit from him,
poor fellow, as he is in sick-room, but he hopes to be out
to-night.... God bless you, my dear E. If ever you are ill, may you
be as tenderly nursed as I have been. May the same blessed
alleviations of anxious, sympathising friends be yours; and may you
possess, as I dare say you will, the greatest blessing of all, in
the consciousness of not being unworthy of their love. _I_ could
not feel this.--Your very affectionate aunt,

J. A.

Poor Jane Austen, the rally was but a momentary one, and an untimely death cut short her career just as she was developing to her best work. She is buried in the Cathedral, where, curiously, the flat stone slab over her body speaks eloquently of her benevolence of heart, sweetness of temper, and Christian patience and hope, but not one word of her literary skill or claims as an authoress--the only reference to these is in the indirect phrase “the extraordinary endowments of her mind.” So little was her right place in literature then realized, that some among her friends saw her appearance as a novelist rather with concern than with approval, and her literary ventures were even referred to apologetically. Posterity has amply atoned for this neglect: the Cathedral possesses two memorials of her--a brass and a stained-glass window; and she has long since been admitted to the high measure of appreciation to which her naturalness and sincerity justly entitle her. The Dr. Gabell referred to in the letter was, of course, the well-known Dr. Gabell, headmaster of the College, mentioned in the previous chapter, a characteristic figure famous in his day, a picture of whom, had she been spared, she might perhaps have left us, limned in her own nervous and inimitable manner; but, alas! it was not to be. Fortunately the house she occupied is known, and a commemorative tablet, placed over the door, records appropriately her sojourn there and her untimely death.

Following close upon Jane Austen came another, with a name ever to be honoured in song--a summer migrant merely, it is true, or rather an autumn one,--whose light was destined to be shortly afterwards suddenly extinguished also. John Keats, the poet, who came here in August 1819 from Shanklin, where “Keats’s Green” preserves his memory, for a visit of some two months’ duration--“the last good days of his life.” Several considerations dictated his visit to Winchester, among others, the desire to have access to a good library, a desire destined, quite unaccountably, to disappointment. His letters written from Winchester are full and charming literary productions: he describes the ‘maiden-ladylike gentility’ of her streets; the door-steps always ‘fresh from the flannel’--the knockers with a staid, serious, and almost awful quietness about them; the High Street as quiet as a lamb, the door-knockers ‘dieted to three raps per diem’;--in such happy, delicate phrases he hits off the Winchester of the day. Of the place itself he gives us interesting touches: the air on one of its downs is ‘worth sixpence a pint’; the beautiful streams full of trout delight him; the Cathedral, fourteen centuries old, enchants his imagination; while the foundation of St. Cross he finds to be greatly abused.

Where he lodged we know not, dearly as we should like to--we can only form such conclusions as the following clues[4] point to:

I take a walk every day for an hour before dinner, and this is
generally my walk. I go out the back gate across one street into
the Cathedral yard, which is always interesting; there I pass under
the trees along a paved path, pass the beautiful front of the
Cathedral, turn to the left under a stone doorway--then I am on the
other side of the building, which leaving behind me, I pass on
through two College-like squares, seemingly built for the
dwelling-place of Deacons and Prebendaries, furnished with grass
and shaded with trees; then I pass through one of the old city
gates and then you are in one College Street, through which I pass,
and at the end thereof crossing some meadows, and at last a country
alley of gardens, I arrive at the foundation of St. Cross, which is
a very interesting old place, both for its Gothic tower and Alms
square and also for the appropriation of its rich rents to a
relation of the Bishop of Winchester. Then I pass over St. Cross
meadows till you come to the most beautifully clear river. Now this
is only one mile of my walk.[5]

Another clue, which locates the house very close to the High Street, if not in it, is given by the following:

We heard distinctly a noise patting down the High Street as of a
walking cane of the good old Dowager breed, and a little minute
after we heard a less voice observe, “What a noise the ferril
made--it must be loose.”[6]

Winchester streets are less staid and genteel now, and the High Street would hardly echo responsive to such repressed sounds to-day.

Two months only the visit lasted, months of tense compression and rich utterance of song. _Hyperion_ (which he never finished), _Lamia_, _The Eve of St. Agnes_, _La Belle Dame sans Merci_--all these in one form or other came under his pen for completion or revision, while his _Ode to Autumn_, the most perfect of all his odes, was wholly a Winchester production inspired by his circumstances and surroundings. The German poet might almost have had Keats prophetically before him when he sang:

Singst du nicht dein ganzes Leben,
Sing doch in der Jugend Drang!
Nur im Blüthenmond erheben
Nachtigallen ihren Sang.

E’en though after years be silent,
Sing while youthful passions throng,
Only in the fervid spring-time
Nightingales pour forth their song.

But no after years, alas! were to succeed, and Keats’s fervid ‘Blüthenmond’ was all his allotted span. Winchester is happy in the memory of his eventful connection with her, brief in time though it was.

Our next name is Thackeray, who seems to have loved to locate his scenes in our city and neighbourhood, though in general his references have too little local colour to permit of identification--assuming, that is, that any such local image was really intended.

_Vanity Fair_ and _Esmond_ are full of local allusions; Sir Pitt Crawley, for instance, would appear to derive his names from Pitt and Crawley, two villages close to Winchester; and in _Esmond_, Hampshire allusions, tantalisingly veiled, it is true, seem to meet and to baffle you everywhere. It seems impossible to avoid identifying Castlewood, with its ruined house battered down by Cromwell, and the Bell Inn with Basing House and Basingstoke; and while Alton, Alresford, and Crawley are all mentioned, it is round Winchester that interest centres and perplexes most. Where else in literature is a scene so inimitably conjured up and told so charmingly and with such restraint, where else is the real Thackeray so fully revealed, as when Esmond rides on from Walcote to the ‘George’ at Winchester on the fateful 29th December, and

walked straight to the Cathedral. The organ was playing, the
winter’s day was already growing grey, as he passed under the
street arch into the Cathedral yard and made his way into the
ancient solemn edifice.

Wonderful is the chapter that follows--when Esmond and his ‘mistress,’ reconciled once more, first become mutually conscious of their love, and the words of the anthem, “He that goeth forth and weepeth shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him,” find their joyous refrain in the loving words they exchange.

But where is Walcote? Conjecture would almost naturally settle on Lainston House, some three miles away, the memories of which, in the person of the notorious Duchess of Kingston, doubtless suggested the character of Beatrix the incomparable, the breaker of hearts, the wilful and selfish beauty, did not distance put this out of question. Prior’s Barton House, at St. Cross, would fit us better. But the problem is a baffling one, if indeed it has any solution at all.

Of a different kind are the memories which linger round the immediate neighbourhood--the villages of Twyford, Otterbourne, Hursley. At Twyford the poet Pope was sent to school, and in a house close by the great Dr. Benjamin Franklin composed his autobiography; Otterbourne was the birthplace and lifelong home of Charlotte Yonge, the high-minded and accomplished, whose books will always be a standard for what is highest and most womanly in fiction--who loved to weave the details of local association with the stories she told so skilfully and well; and on a higher level still we have at Hursley the memories of Keble and the _Christian Year_,--not that Keble wrote the _Christian Year_ at Hursley, though his connection with the place as curate commenced before it was completed, but his life-work was in reality here. Hursley Church, practically rebuilt by him from the profits of the sale of his _Christian Year_, is his truest memorial, and the beautiful church and peaceful churchyard, where he sleeps his last earthly sleep, will be ever a spot of hallowed association and pilgrimage. Winchester may be proud of its hymn-writers: Ken and Keble were two, and a third less well known, but certainly deserving to be honoured, was William Whiting, master of the College Choir School some two generations or so back, whose beautiful hymn, “Eternal Father, strong to save,” will ever hold a high place in the affections of church-going people.

Following on these memories we have a host of references in modern fiction which centre more or less definitely round the neighbourhood. Trollope’s _Barchester_ has been conjecturally identified with Winchester, and there is a wonderfully minute and circumstantial correspondence in _The Warden_ between the details of _Hiram’s Hospital_ and St. Cross. Miss Braddon takes us to Winchester indeed, but gives us little, if any, actual picture of the city. The immortal Sherlock Holmes honoured it also with a visit in the _Adventure of the Copper Beeches_, keeping an appointment at the ‘Black Swan,’ “an inn of repute in the High Street,” and the Cathedral and Close seem to be suggested in the _Silence of Dean Maitland_. Allusions direct, and what seem allusions barely veiled, are frequent, but none can vie in tragic interest and solemn faithfulness with the last awful scene in Hardy’s _Tess of the D’Urbervilles_--when Angel Clare and Liza, her husband and sister, are awaiting the moment of poor Tess’s execution:--

When they had reached the top of the West Hill the clocks in the
town struck eight. Each gave a start at the notes, and walking
onwards yet a few steps they reached the first milestone ... and
waited in paralysed suspense beside the stone.

The prospect from the summit was almost unlimited. In the valley
beneath, the city they had just left, its more prominent buildings
showing as in an isometric drawing--among them the broad Cathedral
tower, with its Norman windows and immense length of aisle and
nave; the spires of St. Thomas’s; the pinnacled tower of the
College; and more to the right the tower and gables of the ancient
hospice, where to this day the pilgrim may receive his dole of
bread and ale....

Against these far stretches of country rose, in front of the other
city edifices, a large red brick building with level grey roof, and
rows of short barred windows speaking captivity, the whole
contrasting greatly by its formalism with the quaint irregularities
of the Gothic erections.... From the middle of the building an ugly
flat-topped octagonal tower ascended against the east horizon, and
viewed from this spot, on its shady side and against the light,
seemed the one blot on the city’s beauty. Yet it was with this blot
and not with the beauty that the two gazers were concerned. Upon
the cornice of the tower a tall staff was fixed. Their eyes were
riveted on it. A few minutes after the hour had struck, something
moved slowly up the staff and extended itself upon the breeze. It
was a black flag.[7]

Poor Tess! was it necessary for the author to mete out measure thus cruelly upon the children of his imagination--was it kind to Winchester to burden her memories with one so appallingly harrowing, so much in contrast with her quiet peace?

And yet, after all, is it anything more than retributive justice? Have not her citizens--those of a generation or so back, at least--been responsible for permitting the one really commanding elevation and landmark she possesses to be marred and dishonoured by this same ‘blot,’ these obtrusive prison-walls, capped by this self-same ‘ugly flat-topped octagonal tower’? Is not rather the creator of _Tess_ displaying a fine and just critical perception in thus exacting from them the full literary penalty for so unpardonable an outrage on the outward attractiveness of their own fair city?

Such are some of the phantoms which pursue or elude us as we pass to and fro through the circle of Winchester and its surroundings--yet are they actual phantoms? Have not these seemingly impalpable nothings as complete an identity as the memories and records of the actual happenings of the past? The writer well recollects, after hunting through Salisbury and exploring its treasures of architecture and interest, the delight with which he came upon the old Cathedral organ, now for some years past removed from the Cathedral to one of the city churches, and recognized in it a real bond of relationship--not because it was originally the gift of George III., though that indeed was the case, but because it was the organ on which Dickens’s Tom Pinch had played when the Cathedral service was over, and his friend the organist’s assistant had permitted him to touch the keys. Not a great circumstance, nor a great character--far from it,--but sufficient to supply the one touch of human sympathy by which soul recognizes soul, and which binds all--past and present, student and subject, reader and author--alike in one. And even as these phantoms, whether of history or legend, of actual existence or fancy, have been conjured up before us for some brief spell, let us, now our task has drawn to a close, bid them adieu with what kindliness of recollection we may:

Come like shadows, so depart.

Index

_The titles in black type refer to illustrations._

Adam of Gurdon, 123

Ælfeah, 58

Æthelbert, 32

Æthelred the Redeless, 61, 85

Æthelwold, Bishop, 20, 30, 49, 54, 58, 78, 85, 147, 153, 154

Æthelwulf, 30, 32, 85, 153

Alfred, King, 5, 32, 34, 91, 143, 152, 153

Alfred, a refugee, 38

Alfred, statue of, 42

Alresford, 111, 184

Alswitha, 41, 91, 145

Alton, Pass of, 123

Alwarenestret, 94

Alwine, 71

Anderida, 15

Anselm, Archbishop, 87, 96

Antonine, Itineraries, 15

Arthur, King, 15, 168, 183

Arthur, Prince, 151, 173

Arthur, Round Table, 21, 168, 174, 184

Asser, Bishop, 36, 40

Assize, Bloody, 7, 175

Athelstan, King, 43

Augustine, 21

Aulus Plautius, 15

Austen, Jane, 7, 154, 171, 185

Avington Park, 22

Barons’ war, 113

Beaufort, Cardinal, 147, 151, 171

Bede (Venerable), 22

Benedictines, 131

Birinus, 23, 24, 153, 154

Bishop’s Waltham, 162, 169

Black Death, 139, 160

Bredenestret, 94

Broadway, 177

Browne, Harold, Bishop, 154

Bucchestret, 93, 94

Burton, Dr., 163

Buttercross, 80, 118, 177

Cædmon, 36

Cær Gwent, 14

Calais, 121

Calpestret, 94

Camden, 143

Castle, Norman, at Winchester, 86, 94, 172

Castle, Brabantine merchants in Winchester, 115

Cathedral, 8, 29

Cathedral of Æthelwold, 56, 77

Cathedral, bedesmen, 4

Cathedral, pilgrims at, 128

Cathedral, preservation of, 77, 155

Cathedral, transformation by Wykeham, 149

Cathedral (Winchester), 23, 146

Celts, 12

Charlemagne, 27

Charles II., 6, 178

Charles V. (Emperor), 6, 174

Chenictes, 96

Chenichetehalla, 96, 177

Chepemanesela, 96, 177

Cheyney Court, 155

Cheyney Court and Close Gate, 112

Chilcombe, 47

Christes Hospitall, 5, 179

_Christian Year_ (Keble), 192

Christianity in Hampshire, 21

Clausentum (Southampton), 15, 18

Close, the, 125

Cnut, 5, 65, 85, 91, 144, 153

Colbrand, 44, 91

Cole, Edward, Mayor, 178

Colet, Dean, 160

College, Brew House, 164

College, Winchester, 145, 158

Commoners, 163

County Hall, 172

Cromwell, Oliver, 172

Cromwell, Thomas, 142

Curfew, 80

Curle, Bishop, 145

Danemark Mead, 47, 91

Danes, 28, 36, 60, 85, 153

Danihel (Bishop), 25

David, King of Scotland, 105

Dean and Chapter of Winchester, 144

Deanery, 145, 155

Deanery, The, 105

De Montfort, Simon, 113, 173

Domesday Book, 72, 80, 92, 182

Domesday (Winchester), 92

Domum, 166

Dorchester, 23

Drayton’s _Polyolbion_, 184

Dunstan (Archbishop), 30, 50, 56

Ealden Mynstre, 41, 44, 51, 183

East Gate, 94, 95

Easton, 96

Edgar, 30, 48, 49, 59, 85

Edmund, King, 48

Edred, King, 48

Edward the Confessor, 66

Edward III., King, 120

Edward, Prince, 114

Edward the Elder, King, 43, 91

Edwy, King, 49

Edyngton, Bishop, 147, 151

Egbert, 27, 85, 153

Election chamber, 162

Emma (Ælfgyfu), Queen, 62, 65, 85, 91, 153

_English Chronicle_, 22, 34, 39, 40, 50, 61, 69, 82, 101, 168, 182

Escheopes, 95

Esmond, 190

Estals, 95

Ethelmar, Bishop, 154

Eton College, 152

Evesham, battle, 114

Feudal system, 80

Flesmangere Stret, 94

Font (cathedral), 100

Fox, Bishop, 147, 151

Franklin, Benjamin, 192

Friars in Winchester, 139

Fromond’s Chantry, 167

Fyfhyde, Walter, Abbot, 139

Gabell, Dr., 166, 187

Gardiner, Bishop, 151

Geoffrey of Monmouth, 20, 183

George, 121, 191

George Hotel, 97

Gere (Gar) Stret, 93

Gewissas, 20, 22

Ghetto, 97, 180

Gild merchant, 46, 80, 121

Gilds, 95, 177

Godbegot House, 62

Godbiete, 62, 80, 120

Godfrey de Lucy, Bishop, 111, 147

Godwine, Earl, 65, 66, 85

Godwine, Earl, death of, 69, 153

Golde Stret, 94

Gospel Oak, 22

Grimbald, Abbot, 41

Guild Hall, 97

Guy of Warwick, 46, 91

Hædda, Bishop, 23

Hamble, 32

Hamble River, 40

Hampshire, Christianity in, 21

_Hampshire, Victoria History of_, 72

Hantachenesle, 94, 96, 177

Hardy, Thomas, 193

Harold, King, 65

Harold II., King, 71

Harthacnut, 65, 85, 153

Hempage Wood, 77

Henry I., 6, 80, 88, 98

Henry II., King, 105, 110

Henry III., King, 6, 111, 154, 173

Henry IV., King, 151

Henry V., 173

Henry VIII., 6, 91, 140, 173

Henry of Blois (Bishop), 22, 64, 92, 100, 154, 168, 171

Henry of Blois, Papal Legate, 102

Heptarchy, 26

_Hereward the Wake_, 48, 85

High Street, 48

Hoadley (Bishop), 154, 178

Horne (Bishop), 144

Hours, services of, 133

Hursley, 192

Hursley Vicarage, 176

_Hyda, Liber de_, 45, 50, 54, 183

Hyde, Abbey, 41, 90, 105, 115, 127, 133, 145

Hyde Abbey, dissolved, 143

Hyde, _Liber Vitæ_ of, 64, 183

Itchen Abbas, 41

Itchen Stoke, Watersplash at, 89

James I., 6

Jewry Street, 97

Jews, 97

Joan of Navarre, 151

John, King, 6, 111

Julius Cæsar, 15

Judith, Countess, 83

Judith, Queen, 36

Keats, John, 3, 188

Keble, John, 153, 192

Ken (Bishop), 153, 166, 170, 178, 188

Kenulphus (Kenwalh), 23, 85, 147, 153

King’s Gate, 95, 98, 114, 123, 130

King’s Gate, 73

Kingsmill, William (Prior), 144

Kitchin, Dean, 136

Knighton, Henry, 47, 105, 183

Knights of St. John (Hospitallers), 107, 169

Kynegils, 22, 24, 32, 147, 153

Lachenictahalla, 96

Lainston House, 191

Langton’s Chapel, 150

Lanfranc, Archbishop, 77, 88

Leach’s _Winchester College_, 167

Leland, 143

Lely, 178

Leofric, Earl, 66

Liberty of Godbiete, 62

Liberty of the Soke, 119

Lisle, Dame Alice, 7, 174

London, 74

Magdalen College, Oxford, 152

Magdalen Hill, 10

Manners makyth man, 6, 158, 166

Martyr Worthy, 80

Mary, Queen, 151

Mary, Queen, 5

Mathew of Paris, 115, 183

Matilda, Empress, 5, 102, 169, 172

Mayor, 119

Meads, 140, 166

Menstre Stret, 94

Middle gate, College, 164

Mirabel Close, 132, 155

Moab, 165

Moberley (Doctor), 163

Monastic life, 130

Morley (Bishop), 154, 170, 178

Mortuary chests, 24, 28, 32, 64, 153

Morys, John, 166, 170

Naseby, 172

Natives and Aliens, 176

Nell Gwynne, 178, 185

New College, Oxford, 159

New Forest, 80, 88

Newan Mynstre, 34, 41, 43, 51, 69, 71, 90

Norman Conquest, 73

Novices, Master of, 135

Nunna Mynstre (St. Mary’s Abbey), 41, 54, 98, 104, 109, 118, 145, 183

Obedientiarii, 133

Obelisk, 175

Old Minster, 63, 64, 66, 69

Oliver’s Battery, 8

Order of Noble Poverty, 172

Osberga, 36

Otterbourne, 192

Oxford, 152

Palm Hall, 126

Parliament at Winchester, 114

Pass of Alton, 123

_Pavilionis Aula_, 122, 126

Peter de Rupibus (Bishop), 112, 154

Peter Symonds, 179

Pevensey, 15

Philip of Spain, 151

Piepowder Court, 126

Piers Plowman, 125

Pilgrims, 126

Pilgrims’ Hall, 128, 155

Pilgrims’ Way, 129

Plague in Winchester, 175

Plantagenets, 109

Plegmund, 43

_Polyolbion_, Drayton’s, 184

Portchester, 10

_Portus Magnus_ (Portchester), 15, 18

Raleigh, 6, 174

Richard of Devizes, 97

Richard I., King, 97, 110, 151

Robert, Earl of Gloucester, 104

Roger Bacon, 113

Rome, Alfred at, 32

Roman roads, 17, 19

Roman occupation, 15

Roman walls, 16

Round table, 21, 168, 174, 184

Rudborne (_Major Historia_), 46, 55, 63, 71, 80, 183

Rufus, 5, 65, 79, 87, 88, 108, 153

St. Æthelwold (_Benedictional_ of), 57, 183

St. Alphege, 58

St. Bartholomew, Hyde, church of, 138

St. Brice’s Day, 61

St. Catherine’s Hill, 9

St. Catherine’s Hill, 10, 64, 166

St. Cross, 64

St. Cross, 5, 100, 107, 108, 127, 145, 169, 171

St. Cross, Tower of Ambulatory, 160

St. Elizabeth’s College, 140, 145

St. Giles’s Fair, 79, 95, 117, 121

St. Giles’s Hill, 7, 10, 159, 180

St. John’s Hospital, 145

St. Josse, 44, 127

St. Lawrence, 169

St. Mary’s Abbey (Nunna Mynstre), 41, 54, 109, 118

St. Peter’s, Cheesehill, 57

St. Swithun’s Church, 114

St. Swithun’s Monastery, 24, 32, 51, 91, 98, 110, 113, 115, 118, 130, 133, 144

Sarum, 10

Saxon Winchester, 20

Scowertenestret, 94, 97

Seculars, 52

Senlac, 72

Seventh Chamber, 164

Shawford Mill, 16

Sherlock Holmes, 193

Silchester, 10, 18, 20

Sildwortenstret, 93, 94

Silence of Dean Maitland, 193

Siward (Earl), 66

Slype, the, 145

Snidelingestret, 94

Soke, Liberty of, 119

Southampton, 15

Southgate, 123

Staple towns, 120

Stephen, 6, 100

Stigand (Bishop), 76, 144

Stret bidel, 95

Sustern Spital, 140, 163

Swithun, Bishop, 29, 32, 54, 127, 147, 153, 154

Tannerestret, 94

_Tess of the D’Urbervilles_, 193

Thackeray, 190

Trollope, Anthony, 192

Tron, 120, 180

Trusty servant, 164

Twyford, 192

Venta, 25

Venta Belgarum, 14, 15

Vespasian, 15

Victoria, Queen, 153, 173

Vikings, 28

Vintan-ceastir, 25, 182

Walcote, 191

Walkelyn (Bishop), 77, 147, 154

Waltheof (Earl), 83

Walton, Izaak, 153, 154, 170, 184

Wantage, 35

Warton, Doctor, 154

Wayneflete (Bishop), 151

Weald Forest, 12

Weirs, The, 25

Wenegerestret, 94

Wessex (capital of), 20, 153

Westgate, 94, 123, 175, 177

Westminster Abbey, 147

White Ship, 90, 98, 101

Whiting, William, 192

Wilberforce, Samuel (Bishop), 154

William of Malmesbury, 183

William I., 5, 71, 74, 87, 172

William II. (Rufus), 5, 65, 79, 87, 88, 108

William of Wykeham, 6, 107, 139, 147, 148, 151, 158

Winchester Domesday, 92

Winchester, Alfred’s death and after, 43
Arthurian legend, 20
Bishop Æthelwold, 49
Capital of Danish Empire, 59
Capital of England, 26
Cathedral, 23, 29, 100, 146, 186, 189
Civil War in, 104
Conversion of Kynegils, 23
Dean and Chapter, 144
Early days, 10
Fourteenth and Fifteenth Centuries, 117
In Literature, 171
Later Norman, 87
Massacre at, 61
Monastic life, 130
Norman, 73

Winchester, Norman castle, 86
Plague in, 175
Roman city, 16
Roman occupation, 15
Saxon, 20
That Joly Citè, 1
Westgate, 40
Winton Survey, 92
Wolvesey, 168

Winchester from St. Giles’s Hill, 184

Winchester College Brewhouse, 121
Cloisters and Fromond’s Chantry, 137
Memorial Gateway, 144
Middle Gate, 128
Second Master’s House, 153
Tower of the Chapel, _Frontispiece_

_Wintonia, Annales de_, 77, 183

Wolsey, 142, 153, 168

Wolvesey, 8, 39, 59, 85, 98, 100, 102, 104, 118, 126, 170

Wool trade, 120, 180

Wren, Sir Christopher, 178, 180

Wrothesley, Thomas, 142

Wulfstan (Precentor), 53, 55, 77, 118

Wye, Faire, 125

Wykehamica, Adams’s, 167

Yonge, Charlotte, 192

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[1] Or _Hantachevesle_ (the spelling is obscure).

[2] Knighton’s _De eventibus Angliae_.

[3] _Memoir of Jane Austen_, by Austen Leigh, pp. 163 and 164, inserted here by kind permission of Messrs. Macmillan and Co.

[4] This and the following extracts are inserted here by kind permission of Messrs. Macmillan and Co.

[5] Letter to George and Georgina Keats, September 21. From _Letters of John Keats_: Sidney Colvin: p. 310.

[6] _Letter to G. and G. Keats_, September 20.

[7] Inserted by kind permission of Messrs. Macmillan and Co.