Lady Mary Wroth (1587-1653) lived at Loughton Hall. She was the first English woman writer to
publish an original work of prose fiction, Urania (1621). This significant work within the Sidney-Spenser school has a supplement of 103 sonnets
and songs, ‘Pamphilia to Amphilanthus’, the first English sonnet sequence
published by a woman.
Lady Mary was the great niece of Sir Philip Sidney
and Lady Mary Countess of Pembroke and a patron of poets. Ben Jonson, who dedicated The
Alchemist (1610) to Mary, and likened her to the goddess Diana, was a frequent
visitor to the Forest, with George
Chapman, (who dedicated a sonnet to her) and wrote ‘To Sir Robert Wroth’,
employing a new pastoral language to place his subject.
The Forest was used as a place of refuge from the
1665 Plague and the bombing of London
during Second World War. Its reputation
as a place of independence, at a distance from the Court and City, grew when
Charles I tried to extend the royal Forest and
found opposition. Dick Turpin, the
highwayman, operated in and around the Forest
from 1727-37. Mary Wollstonecraft and William
Morris grew up in the Forest .
Charles Dickens began Barnaby Rudge (1841) with a description of
the Forest in 1775. Alfred, Lord Tennyson lived at Beech Hill House, High Beach ,
from 1837 until 1840, where he wrote parts of In Memoriam (1850), on the death
of Arthur Hallam.
Suffering from depression,
Tennyson stayed for two weeks as a guest of Allen’s asylum and would have
encountered Clare at Leopard’s Hill (Lippitts Hill) Lodge or
perhaps walking in the Forest . He reported that the mad people were ‘the
most agreeable and most reasonable persons’ he had met.
Both Tennyson and Clare could see
the lights of London
‘flaring like a dreary dream’ from their hilltop position. Edward and Helen Thomas settled at
High Beech cottage from October 1915 until 1917, when Edward was stationed at
Loughton Camp and they were studying John Clare.
Clare was at Dr. Matthew Allen’s High Beach Asylum from July
1837 until he walked home to Helpston and Northborough in July 1841. He stayed at the Leopard’s Hill Lodge and was
free to work the fields and walk the Forest .
In May-June 1841 he wrote a letter
to Mary Joyce, his first love: ‘I have been poorly I might say ill for 8 or 9
days before haymaking and to get myself better I went for a few evenings on
Fern hill and wrote a new Canto of ‘Child Harold’ and now I am better I sat
under the Elm trees in old Mathews Homestead Leppits hill where I now am – 2 or
3 evenings and wrote a new canto of Don Juan…’
He wrote to his wife, Patty, ‘The
place here is beautiful… the country is the finest I have seen.’
I love the Forest and its airy
bounds
Where friendly Campbell takes his daily rounds
I love the breakneck hills - that headlong go
And leave me high - and half the world below
I love to see the Beech Hill mounting high
The brook without a bridge and nearly dry
There’s Bucket’s Hill - a place of furze and clouds
Which evening in a golden blaze enshrouds
Where friendly Campbell takes his daily rounds
I love the breakneck hills - that headlong go
And leave me high - and half the world below
I love to see the Beech Hill mounting high
The brook without a bridge and nearly dry
There’s Bucket’s Hill - a place of furze and clouds
Which evening in a golden blaze enshrouds
Bucket’s Hill was the local name
for Buckhurst Hill. Campbell, an inmate,
was the son of the poet, Thomas Campbell.
Clare wrote more than 3,000 lines
of poetry and biblical paraphrase in 1841.
This work contains some extraordinary and powerful writing, moving from
the meditation on love and home ‘Child Harold’ to the loud, satirical voice and
sexual bravura of ‘Don Juan’, the Old Testament prayers, with their terrifying
apocalyptic overtones, to the evocation of autumn in Northborough.
He chose to imitate the voice and
work of Byron, the most popular example of a freedom fighter, who ‘was mad, bad
and dangerous to know’ at a time when he was pursuing local women and
remembering his first love, Mary Joyce.
His favourite retreat was Fern
Hill:
How beautiful this hill of fern
swells on
So beautiful the chappel peeps between
The hornbeams - with its simple bell - alone
I wander here hid in palace green.
Mary is abscent - but the Forest Queen
Nature is with me - morning noon & gloaming
I write my poems in these paths unseen
& when among these brakes & beeches roaming
I sigh for truth & home & love & woman
So beautiful the chappel peeps between
The hornbeams - with its simple bell - alone
I wander here hid in palace green.
Mary is abscent - but the Forest Queen
Nature is with me - morning noon & gloaming
I write my poems in these paths unseen
& when among these brakes & beeches roaming
I sigh for truth & home & love & woman
(Child Harold lines 172-180)
Clare saw his escape from the
asylum as a return to freedom, to love and home. He walked for three and a half days, 20-24
July 1841 from High
Beach to Northborough and
Helpston.
Sweet is the song of
Birds for that restores
The soul to harmony the mind to
love
Tis natures song of freedom out of doors
Forests beneath free winds & clouds above
Tis natures song of freedom out of doors
Forests beneath free winds & clouds above
The Thrush & Nightingale &
timid dove
Breathe music round me where the gipseys dwell –
Pierced hearts left burning in the doubts of love
Are desolate where crowds & citys dwell –
The splendid place seems the gates of hell
Breathe music round me where the gipseys dwell –
Pierced hearts left burning in the doubts of love
Are desolate where crowds & citys dwell –
The splendid place seems the gates of hell
(Child Harold lines 1,292-1,300)
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