COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
NUN'S WELL, BRIGHAM
So named from the religious House which stood close by. I have
rather an odd anecdote to relate of the Nun's Well. One day the
landlady of a public-house, a field's length from the well, on the
road side, said to me--"You have been to see the Nun's Well,
Sir?"--"The Nun's Well! what is that?" said the Postman, who in
his royal livery stopt his mail-car at the door. The landlady and
I explained to him what the name meant, and what sort of people
the nuns were. A countryman who was standing by, rather tipsy,
stammered out--"Aye, those nuns were good people; they are gone;
but we shall soon have them back again." The Reform mania was just
then at its height.
THE cattle crowding round this beverage clear
To slake their thirst, with reckless hoofs have trod
The encircling turf into a barren clod;
Through which the waters creep, then disappear,
Born to be lost in Derwent flowing near;
Yet, o'er the brink, and round the limestone cell
Of the pure spring (they call it the "Nun's Well,"
Name that first struck by chance my startled ear)
A tender Spirit broods--the pensive Shade
Of ritual honours to this Fountain paid
By hooded Votaresses with saintly cheer;
Albeit oft the Virgin-mother mild
Looked down with pity upon eyes beguiled
Into the shedding of "too soft a tear."
14 'By hooded Votaresses,' etc.
Attached to the church of Brigham was formerly a chantry, which
held a moiety of the manor; and in the decayed parsonage some
vestiges of monastic architecture are still to be seen.