| Share page |
|
A VISIT TO LEWES 181
Overhead the swallows fly Like shuttles across the loom of the sky, Along the road the children play, And the roar of the world is far away— From Ditchling under the Hill.
You may tramp to the east, you may toil in the
west, But this is the place to take your rest; And Ditchling Town is the place for me, In the lazy land by the southern sea—
Ditchling Town, that's under the Hill."
B. A. T.
Mr. E. V. Lucas, in his " Highways and By-ways in Sussex," reminds us of the old lady living in this neighbourhood who, before she made her first visit to London, was asked what kind of a place she expected to see, and replied, " Well, I can't exactly tell, but I suppose something like the more bustling part of Ditchling."
On Ditchling Common is a most interesting memento of the days of gibbets. The grim memory of one Jacob Harris, a Jew pedlar, is perpetuated in a stake of wood called Jacob's Post. This scoundrel, after murdering three people at a local inn and robbing their house, was hanged and then gibbeted at this post in 1734. |
||