[102] In all the adjacent villages the title of Town-Bailiff is given to the treasurer or manager of their respective charitable establishments.—Beauties of England.
[104] Beauties of England, volume 2.
[105] Hutchesson’s Account of Wisbeach—and Beaut. of Engl. as before.
[106] The text is footnoted but there is no footnote for it in the book.—DP.
[109] See Blackstone’s Commentaries—also Hutchesson’s Account—and the Beauties of England, as before.
[110] Beauties of England, as before.
[112] It is really a ditch or dyke that separates Wisbeach from Marshland.
[113] Queen Henrietta, by her numerous indiscretions, contributed largely to the alienation of the affections of his subjects from the king her husband; and she suffered very severely in consequence of it. After her retirement into France, that court, at the head of which was her nephew Lewis XIV, is said to have been very remiss in administering to her relief, so as to leave her often in want even of the necessaries of life. It has been reported that she was in such distress at Paris, in 1643, that she and her infant daughter were obliged to lie in bed, in their room at the palace of the Louvre, for want of wood to make their fire with. One time during the Protectorate, as Granger reports, she was so reduced, that she actually applied to Cromwell for relief, as queen dowager of England. In 1660, after an absence of many years, she returned to London, where she seems not to have been treated with much kindness by her son Charles. In 1665, at the breaking out of the plague, she again retired to France. From Sir John Reresby’s memoirs it appears, that she was secretly married (probably about that time) to Henry Jermyn, earl of St. Albans, who had for many years attended her as chamberlain of her household, or some such character, and who afterward treated her in a most unkind and brutal manner. She died in 1669, in her 60th year.
[114] History of Freebridge, p, 258.
[116] A single jail, in Alfred’s golden reign,
Could half the nation’s criminals contain.
Fair Justice then, without constraint ador’d,
Held high the steady scale, but deep’d the Sword:
No spies were paid, no special Juries known;
Blest age! but ah! how different from our own!