{"id":121,"date":"2015-09-25T07:53:00","date_gmt":"2015-09-25T06:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/2015\/09\/25\/william-martin-great-ayton\/"},"modified":"2015-09-25T07:53:00","modified_gmt":"2015-09-25T06:53:00","slug":"william-martin-great-ayton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/2015\/09\/25\/william-martin-great-ayton\/","title":{"rendered":"William Martin – Great Ayton"},"content":{"rendered":"
\nGeorge Markham Tweddell<\/b> <\/span>wrote about  <\/span><\/span>William Martin<\/b> in Bards and Authors of Cleveland and South Durham<\/i> 1872 and also wrote this poem. Below the poem is the downloadable pdf of the chapter on William Martin<\/b>, from Tweddell’s book.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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\nWilliam Martin.<\/span><\/b>
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\n\u201cI stood beside a newly-open\u2019d grave,<\/span>
\nAnd gazed upon a coffin placed therein,<\/span>
\nWhen straight before mine eyes a vision pass\u2019d<\/span>
\nChanging like human life. At first a youth<\/span>
\nFull of high thoughts of heaven-born Po\u00easy, 5<\/span>
\nRow\u2019d me along the Leven in his boat;<\/span>
\nAnd, as we floated on the crystal stream,<\/span>
\nWe held discourse of bards long pass\u2019d away,<\/span>
\nWhose songs will not die till \u2018the crack of doom.\u2019<\/span>
\nIt vanished and another pass\u2019d met my view. 10<\/span>
\nIt was a populous city, and I met<\/span>
\nMy friend still wooing Po\u00easy,<\/span>
\nAnd full of high philanthropy. Anon<\/span>
\nWe met in lodge Masonic, as brethren of<\/span>
\nThe \u2018mystic tie,\u2019 loving the dear old craft, 15<\/span>
\nWhich none that understand it can despise<\/span>
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\nReturning to my native vale again,<\/span>
\nWe met as wont: but health had left his cheeks,<\/span>
\nDisease had seized upon his noble frame,<\/span>
\nWith lion-grip, that could not be removed, 20<\/span>
\nSave by Death\u2019s icy hand. The coffin now<\/span>
\nHid from my eyes all that with us remain\u2019d<\/span>
\nOf my dear friend. From laurel growing by<\/span>
\nI pluck\u2019d a branch, and dropped it in his grave,<\/span>
\nNor could forbear my tears. Let all his faults 25<\/span>
\nBe buried with his bones, for they were few<\/span>
\nAnd venial; let his virtues ever live,<\/span>
\nTreasured in his friends\u2019 memories, for they were manifold.\u201d<\/span>
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\n\u2018<\/span>Peter Proletarius\u2019 (George Markham Tweddell<\/b>)<\/span>
\n[Bards & Authors, p. 171]<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n“William Martin<\/b> was born in Newcastle in 1825. In early youth he was adopted by his kind hearted maiden Aunt – Miss Martin, a member of the society of Friends at Great Ayton. William Martin<\/b> was inspired by the works of Burns<\/b>. Tweddell first published him in his newspaper – Stokesley News in 1844, and though he never published a volume, he continued to write occasional pieces for the press up until his death. He wrote a poem called Be Kind to the Poor for Tweddell’s proposed collection of poems to raise funds for the Bury Ragged School of which Tweddell was Master but which never got published. Tweddell published his poem in Bards and authors. He became the manager of his Aunt’s leather warehouse in Oldham Street, Manchester. He was one of the founders and past master of the Cleveland Lodge of free and accepted Masons and provincial grand sword-bearer of the North. He died in 1863 and buried in the Friends Burial Ground in Great Ayton. his funeral was attended by a great number of acquaintances for miles around – especially by his brothers ‘of the mystic tie’.<\/i>“<\/span><\/div>\n
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\nThe full chapter is here in the pdf file. Click the arrow to enlarge and download free.<\/span><\/div>\n
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George Markham Tweddell wrote about  William Martin in Bards and Authors of Cleveland and South Durham 1872 and also wrote this poem. Below the poem is the downloadable pdf of the chapter on William Martin, from Tweddell’s book. William Martin. \u201cI stood beside a newly-open\u2019d grave, And gazed upon a coffin placed therein, When straight before mine eyes a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/bardsandauthors\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}