266 NOVEMBER 



I raised the puissant King, 

 The Lord of the Heavens ; 

 I dared not fall down. 



They reviled us both together, 

 I was all stained with blood, 

 Poured from the man's side. 



Christ was on the cross, 



Yet, hither hastening, 



Men came from afar 



Unto the noble one. 



I beheld all that, 



With sorrow I was overwhelmed. 



I was all wounded with shafts ; 

 They laid Him down limb-weary ; 

 They stood at the head of the corpse ; 

 They beheld the Lord of Heaven.' 



Thus, all controversy being laid to rest, the traveller 

 may do worse than exchange the Pulman car for a 

 local crawler at Carlisle, and, alighting at Euthwell, 

 inspect this beautiful relic of the Anglo-Saxon Church 

 of Northumbria in the eighth century, and quaff a 

 cup from the chalybeate spring, now called the 

 Brow Well, but formerly the Rood Well, whence 

 the parish derives its name. 



