By the Rev. Canon J. E. Jackson, F.S.A. 



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After that, Mr. Lowe, now Viscount Sherbrooke ; and last, but by 

 no means least, Lord Edmond Fitzmauriee, who, I am sorry is not 

 present to hear his name recited as one who has well deserved of the 

 constituency of Calne. 



Calne Families. 



" One generation cometh and another goeth : '* and as the one 

 that cometh very often knoweth little or nothing, or forgets that 

 little, of the one that goeth, it may not be out of place to give such 

 few notices as I have been able to gather about some of the leading 

 families who have made their "exits and their entrances" upon the 

 stage of life at or near Calne. 



Fyn»amore. 



Whetham was for many years the property of the Fynamore 

 family, who are said to have migrated into Wilts from Oxfordshire 

 about A.D. 1258. The name used to be given (as already mentioned) 

 to one of the aisles in the parish Church, and it still survives in one 

 of the town charities. In a Perambulation deed of Chippenham 

 Forest boundaries the name of Fynamore's Bridge is given to a bridge 

 between Whetham and Cuff's Corner. Whetham House lay very near 

 the old London Road to Bath, and so was useful to friends as a house 



Lansdowne says that, though not personally acquainted with him, he had been 

 much impressed by some articles in the reviews from young Macaulay's pen ; and 

 that this, together with high and moral character, was his reason for making the 

 offer to him ; that he had wished in no respect to influence his votes, but to leave 

 him quite at liberty to act according to his conscience. This was in February, 

 1830. Lord Lansdowne immediately invited Macaulay to Bowood. He, of 

 course, went, and it was his first acquaintance with the place. From Bowood, 

 on the 10th of February he writes a letter describing the pleasure he had re- 

 ceived. The letter is printed by Lord Malmesbury, and in it occurs a rather 

 droll passage, coming from the pen of a man of — afterwards —world-wide repu- 

 tation. It seems that some writer of fashionable novels had been inveighing 

 against the drinking, at aristocratic tables, of that honest old English beverage 

 — beer. Macaulay was delighted to find that the new fashion had not found 

 encouragement at Bowood, for, says he, " we have mountains of potatoes and 

 oceans of beer. Indeed, Lady Lansdowne drank her beer most heartily on the 

 only day she passed with us, and when I told her, laughing, that she had put 

 me quite at ease on a point which had given me much trouble, she said that she 

 would never allow any dandy novelist to rob her of her beer and cheese." 



