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The annals of the abbeys of Waverley, Dunstable, and Burton, which have been published in the "Annales Monastici" of the Rolls series, add important details for the reigns of John and Henry III. Those of Melrose, Osney, and Lanercost help us in the close of the latter reign, where help is especially welcome.
When the eagle of Helvellyn perches on the tower of Lanercost, and turns and changes his place to show how the wind sits, Roland Graeme shall be what you would make him."
As might be expected in such circumstances no effective resistance was made to the Scots. Lanercost Chronicle, p. 233. It was a time of severe distress in England. In 1315 a rainy summer ruined the harvest. Great floods swept away the hay from the fields, and drowned the sheep and cattle. In 1316 famine raged, especially in the north.
Well, nothing "came of it," nor did anything "come" of my psychic visits to Edinburgh and Lanercost Abbey. Such occurrences seem to be simple facts in Nature which, though on some occasions connected with premonitions of more or less importance, are by no means necessarily so. They are the functioning of certain faculties which we all possess, but of the nature of which we as yet know very little.
In due course Dicky got his money, and food and drink, as much as he could swallow, into the bargain. Then the farmer rode away for Lanercost; and Dicky, of course, remembered that he had business in a different part of the country.
"The good knight," he said, "who is to do battle tomorrow requests to know whether he may not to-night pay duty to his royal godfather!" "Hast thou seen him, De Vaux?" said the King, smiling; "and didst thou know an ancient acquaintance?" "By our Lady of Lanercost," answered De Vaux, "there are so many surprises and changes in this land that my poor brain turns.
In England the earliest notice of the need-fire seems to be contained in the Chronicle of Lanercost for the year 1268.
Sure enough, when the farmer reached Lanercost there were his bullocks contentedly grazing in a field, while contemplatively gazing at them stood an elderly man, with damaged face. Up rode the farmer on the mare. "Here!" shouted he angrily, "what the de'il are ye doin' wi' my bullocks?" "Wh-a-at?" bellowed the other with equal fury. "Your bullocks! And be d d to ye!
Indeed, such a case as the one I have mentioned, of my being seen in Edinburgh while I was physically in London, seems to point to the actual transference of some part of the personality to another locality, and similarly with my visit to Lanercost Abbey; and the reader must remember, that such phenomena are by no means uncommon they are the natural action of some part of our personality, and must therefore follow some natural law, even though we may at present know very little of how it works.
One day she drove me out to see Lanercost Abbey, one of the show-places of the neighbourhood, and walking round the building I found in one of the walls the Latin inscription in question. I called Mrs. , who was a little way off, and said: "Look at this inscription." She at once replied: "Why! that is the very inscription we were all puzzling over in Edinburgh!"
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