“ Each ruined keep and moss-grown pile, each village green and scattered hamlet, has a history all its own, often buried beneath the weight of years, and little heeded by the present race of pilgrims.Many of these shrines of an elder age it is now our privilege to visit, and to recall the memories of bygone times that cluster round the revered spots of ancient Berkshire. And as we muse upon her glorious past, we shall hold in pious memory the valour of her sons who have writ her name so large in history, and strive to retain untarnished the honour and good name of the Royal County. ”
Summary
Bygone Berkshire, an historical account of England’s Royal County, explores the region’s rich heritage through its landmarks, customs, and defining moments. Focusing on sites like Windsor Castle, Cumnor, and Binfield, the text weaves together themes of trade associations, religious life, and monarchical rule, reflecting on the relationship between local administration and national history.
With references to conflicts, bull-baiting, and the lasting imprint of Saxon and Norman influences, the work highlights Berkshire’s role as a microcosm of English endurance and cultural continuity. Its narratives, steeped in respect for the past, position the county as both a birthplace of tradition and a symbol of the enduring spirit of its people.
Quotes from Bygone Berkshire ()
“ The rights of self-government, of free speech in free meeting, of equal justice by one's equals, were brought safe across the ages of Norman tyranny by the traders and shopkeepers of the towns. In the quiet, quaintly-named streets, in town mead, and market place, in the Lord's mill besides the stream, in the bell that sounded out its summons to the borough moot, in the jealousies of craftsmen and guilds, lay the real life of Englishmen, the life of their home and trade, their ceaseless sober struggle with oppression, their steady unwearied battle for self-government. ”
“ And Windsor does more than turn one's thoughts down the vista of past ages, it ennobles, it purifies. A reverence, an awe that only the sublime can inspire, takes possession of one's [Pg 46] heart when one contemplates this most glorious of England's royal homes. Nor has the hand of time dimmed its lustre. Windsor is still the home of the illustrious Queen whom all her subjects delight to honour. It is associated with tender memories of all the joys and many sorrows which the Ruler of our mighty Empire has experienced during the course of her long and glorious reign. ”
