AT WARDEN.
Past Haughton Castle the river strains and rushes between narrowing banks. Lower down, at Chollerford, it has changed its course somewhat in the lapse of centuries, and the waters of North Tyne now flow over what was the abutment of an ancient bridge. At this spot let the chance visitor take the poet’s advice:—
“Here plant thy foot, where many a foot hath trod
Whose scarce known home was o’er the southern wave,
And sit thee down, on no ignoble sod,
Green from the ashes of the great and brave;
Here stretched the chain which nations could enslave,
The least injurious token of their thrall,
Which, if it helped to humble, helped to save;