IN MAGNO NAVIGIO MARE TRANSIVIT, ET VENIT AD PEVENSÆ.
“That duc Wyllam to Hastynges was ycome,”
he gallantly set forward to meet him—but with an
unequal force. He knew the strength of his enemy, but he did not quail
before it. The chroniclers say that Harold’s spies reported that there
were more priests in William’s camp than fighting men in that of Harold’s;
and they add that the Saxon knew better than the spies that the supposed
priests were good men-at-arms. Mr. Stothard, in his ‘Account of the Bayeux
Tapestry,’ points out, with reference to the figures of the Normans,
that “not only are their upper lips shaven, but nearly the whole of
their heads excepting a portion of hair left in front.” He adds,
“It is a curious circumstance in favour of the great antiquity
of the Tapestry, that time has, I believe, handed down to us no other
representation of this most singular fashion, and it appears to throw
a new light on a fact which has perhaps been misunderstood: the report
made by Harold’s spies, that the Normans were an army of priests, is well
known. I should conjecture, from what appears in the Tapestry, that their
resemblance to priests did not so much arise from the upper lip being
shaven, as from the circumstance of the complete tonsure of the back part
of the head.” Marching out from their entrenched camp at Hastings
(Fig. 350), the Normans, all shaven and shorn, encountered the moustached
Saxons on the 14th of October. The tapestry represents the Saxons
fighting on foot, with javelin and battle-axe, bearing their shields
with the old British characteristic of a boss in
Robert of Gloucester has thus described, in his quaint verse, the foundation of Battle Abbey:
“King William bithougt him alsoe of that
Folke that, was forlorne,
And slayn also thorurg him
In the bataile biforne.
And ther as the bataile was,
An abbey he lete rere
Of Seint Martin, for the soules
That there slayn were.
And the monks wel ynoug
Feffed without fayle,
That is called in Englonde
Abbey of Bataile.”
Brown Willis tells us that in the fine old parish church of Battle was formerly hung up a table containing certain verses, of which the following remained:—
“This place of war is Battle called, because in battle here
Quite conquered and overthrown the English nation were.
This slaughter happened to them upon St. Ceelict’s day,
* St. Calixtus, October the 14th.
The year whereof......this number doth array.”
The politic Conqueror did wisely thus to change the associations, if it were possible, which belonged to this fatal spot. He could not obliterate the remembrance of the “day of bitterness,” the “day of death,” the “day stained with the blood of the brave” (Matthew of Westminster). Even the red soil of Senlac was held, with patriotic superstition, to exude real and fresh blood after a small shower, “as if intended for a testimony that the voice of so much Christian blood here shed does still cry from the earth to the Lord” (Gulielmus Neubrigensis). This Abbey of Bataille is unquestionably a place to be trodden with reverent contemplation by every Englishman who has heard of the great event that here took place, and has traced its greater consequences. He is of the mixed blood of the conquerors and the conquered. It has been written of him and his compatriots,—
“Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of human kind pass by.”
His national character is founded upon the union of the Saxon determination and the Norman energy. As he treads the red soil of Senlac, if his reformed faith had not taught him otherwise he would breathe a petition for all the souls, Saxon and Norman, “that there slain were.” The Frenchman, whose imagination has been stirred by Thierry’s picturesque and philosophical history of the Norman Conquest, will tread this ground with no national prejudices; for the roll of Battle Abbey will show him that those inscribed as the followers of the Conqueror had Saxon as well as Norman names, and that some of the most illustrious of the names have long been the common property of England and of France. But the intelligent curiosity of the visitor to the little town of Battle will be somewhat checked, when he finds that the gates of the Abbey are rigidly closed against him except for a few hours of one day in the week. “The Abbey and grounds can be only seen on Monday,” truly says the Hastings Guide. Be it so. There is not much lost by the traveller who comes here on one of the other five days of the week. The sight of this place is a mortifying one. The remains of the fine cloisters have been turned into a dining-room, and, to use the words of the ‘Guide-Book,’ “Part of the site of the church is now a parterre which in summer exhibits a fine collection of Flora’s greatest beauties.” This was the very church whose high altar was described by the old writers to have stood on the spot where the body of Harold was found, covered with honourable wounds in the defence of his tattered standard. “Flora’s greatest beauties!” “Few persons,” adds the ‘Guide Book,’ “have the pleasure of admission.” We do not envy the few. If they can look upon this desecration of a spot so singularly venerable without a burning blush for some foregone barbarism, they must be made of different stuff from the brave who here fought to the death because they had a country which not only afforded them food and shelter, but the memory of great men and heroic deeds, which was to them an inheritance to be prized and defended.
The desecration of Battle Abbey of course began at the general pillage under Henry the Eighth. The Lord Cromwell’s Commissioners write to him that they have “cast their book” for the dispatch of the monks and household. They think that very small money can be made of the vestry, but they reckon the plunder of the church plate to amount to four hundred marks. Within three months after the surrender of the Abbey it was granted to Sir Anthony Browne; and he at once set about pulling down the church, the bell-tower, the sacristy, and the chapter-house. The spoiler became Viscount Montacute; and in this family Battle Abbey continued, till it was sold, in 1719, to Sir Thomas Webster. It has been held, and no doubt truly, that many of the great names that figure on the roll of Battle Abbey were those of very subordinate people in the army of the Conqueror; and it is possible that the descendants of some of those who roasted for the great Luke the newly slaughtered sheep on the strand at Pevensey may now look with contempt upon a patent of nobility not older than the days of the Stuarts. But, with all this, it is somewhat remarkable that Battle Abbey, with its aristocratic associations, should have fallen into the hands of a lineal descendant of the master-cook to Queen Elizabeth. Sir Thomas was an enterprising bustling man, who was singularly lucky in South Sea Stock, and had the merit of encouraging the agricultural improvements of Jethro Tull. For the succeeding century of Sir Whistlers and Sir Godfreys, the work of demolition and change has regularly gone forward. The view (Fig. 351) exhibits Battle Abbey as it was about the time that it went out of the Montacute family. Brown Willis, who wrote a little after the same period, thus describes it in his day:—“Though this abbey be demolished, yet the magnificence of it appears by the ruins of the cloisters, &c.,and by the largeness of the hall, kitchen, and gate-house, of which the last is entirely preserved. It is a noble pile, and in it are held sessions and other meetings, for this peculiar jurisdiction, which hath still great privileges belonging to it. What the hall was, when in its glory, may be guessed by its dimensions, its length above fifty of my paces; part of it is now used as a hay-barn; it was leaded, part of the lead yet remains, and the rest is tiled. As to the kitchen, it was so large as to contain five fire-places, and it was arched at top; but the extent of the whole abbey may be better measured by the compass of it, it being computed at no less than a mile about. In this church the Conqueror offered up his sword and royal robe, which he wore on the day of his coronation. The monks kept these till the suppression, and used to show them as great curiosities, and worthy the sight of their best friends, and all persons of distinction that happened to come thither: nor were they less careful about preserving a table of the Norman gentry which came into England with the Conqueror.”
Horace Walpole has given us a notion of the condition of Battle Abbey, and the taste which presided over it, a century ago. He visited it in 1752, and tints writes to Mr. Bentley: “Battle Abbey stands at the end of the town, exactly as Warwick Castle does of Warwick; but the house of Webster have taken due care that it should not resemble it in anything else. A vast building which they call the old refectory, but which I believe was the original church, is now barn, coach-house, &c. The situation is noble, above the level of abbeys: what does remain of gateways and towers is beautiful, particularly the flat side of a cloister, which is now the front of the mansion-house. A Miss of the family has clothed a fragment of a portico with cockle-shells!”
A general view of Battle Abbey in its present state may be best obtained by passing the old wall, and continuing on the Hastings road for about half a mile. A little valley will then have been crossed; and from the eminence on the south-east the modern building, with its feeble imitations of antiquity, and its few antiquarian realities, is offered pretty distinctly to the pedestrian’s eye. What is perhaps better than such a view, he may, from this spot, survey this remarkable battle-field, and understand its general character. The rights of property cannot shut him out from this satisfaction. The ancient gateway to the abbey, which stands boldly up in the principal street in the town of Battle, is of much more recent architecture than the original abbey. Some hold it to be of the time of Edward the Third; but the editor of the last edition of ‘Dugdale’s Monasticon’ considers it to be of that of Henry the Sixth (Fig. 358).
In the group (Fig. 340) we have given the seal of Battle Abbey, in the lower compartment on the right. The group also contains portraits of the Conqueror and of Harold, views of Pevensey and of Hastings, and a vignette of a Norman and Saxon soldier. The seal of Battle Abbey still remains in the Augmentation Office, attached to the deed of surrender in the time of Henry the Eighth. The side which our engraving represents exhibits a church, having an ornamented gateway and tower, with four turrets. This, there can be little doubt, represents the church which Sir Anthony Browne destroyed, as churches were destroyed in those days, by stripping the roof of its lead, and converting the timber into building-material or fire-wood.
* Horace Walpole was clearly in error in taking the hall, or refectory, for the church.
Figure spread at pages 88 and 89: