{"id":50,"date":"2012-11-17T18:48:00","date_gmt":"2012-11-17T18:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/georgemarkhamtweddell\/2012\/11\/17\/rudby-school-hutton-rudby-john-jackson-william-sanderson\/"},"modified":"2012-11-17T18:48:00","modified_gmt":"2012-11-17T18:48:00","slug":"rudby-school-hutton-rudby-john-jackson-william-sanderson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/georgemarkhamtweddell\/2012\/11\/17\/rudby-school-hutton-rudby-john-jackson-william-sanderson\/","title":{"rendered":"Rudby School, Hutton Rudby. John Jackson, William Sanderson"},"content":{"rendered":"

\nPaul Tweddell, <\/b>as a former School Inspector and educationalist, was particularly interested in his ancestor – George Markham Tweddell’<\/b>s ideas on education back in the 19thC. GMT’s ideas are scattered throughout his work and he placed great hope for mankind and civilisation through the development of  wider education and communications. He may well have been disappointed given the recent investigation into the practice of the modern media and the disarray of the education system but this poem GMT\u2019s views on education wouldn’t be out of place in Paulo Freire\u2019<\/b>s book Pedagogy of the Oppressed<\/i> (1972) where Freire talks about the \u2018Banking Concept of education<\/i>\u2019 in which the student receives, memorises and repeats \u2018deposits of knowledge<\/i>\u2019 rather than develops a \u2018critical consciousness and spirit of enquiry<\/i>\u2019.<\/span>
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\nEducation.<\/span><\/b>
\nTo educate does not mean pumping in<\/span>
\nKnowledge, even to cramming in the brain;<\/span>
\nBut, by judicious efforts, so to train<\/span>
\nThe virgin mind, that it must surely win<\/span>
\nWisdom from all it reads or hears or sees; 5<\/span>
\nSo that it may educe by its own powers<\/span>
\nTrue thoughts and actions: for such gifts are ours,<\/span>
\nIf we but knew their use. Like industrious bees,<\/span>
\nWe can cull honey from the plants poisonous<\/span>
\nTo others. God has freely given to all 10<\/span>
\nThe power of thinking, and erects no wall<\/span>
\nTo fence this blessing from us, which to us<\/span>
\nShould be the highest prized of all things given<\/span>
\nTo us on earth to wing our souls for heaven.<\/span>
\nGeorge Markham Tweddell<\/span><\/b>
\n[Rhymes in M\/S, notional p. 66]<\/span>
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\nGMT’s Own Education – William Sanderson<\/span><\/b>
\nPaul Tweddell <\/b>writes in the first draft of his forthcoming genealogical study of the Tweddell family “Poor lives, but full of honour<\/i>“<\/span>
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\n” At the time George reached the age of 11 in 1834, an endowed grammar school was set up in Stokesley. Preston school, named after the person who had granted the original bequest in 1805. But rather than enthusiastically offering a place to a child of obvious intellectual ability, the school authorities turned George’s application down. The reason can now only be speculation, but could it be that the conservative governors noted the fierce independence he was to shown later life!…<\/span>
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\nInstead of the academic curriculum of the grammar school, George was given a functional education offered at the local National school. By good fortune he came in contact with an  Inspirational teacher, William Sanderson (c.1796-1864) who held the post of head teacher at the National Board School. Like George’s informal education from his mother given in fields around the town, Sanderson expanded the school’s teaching by taking the boy on long walks in the countryside during fine evenings or at his fire in winter. During their discussions the boy’s knowledge of science, philosophy and history was built up and he was given a life-long love of literature. particularly for poetry. It is likely that his future radical views were also developed at the school.<\/span>
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\nIn the 1820s, Sanderson had left his native Hutton Rudby (three miles west of Stokesley) to set up a private school in Whitby. During the 1832 Reform Parliament election he had voted for the radical, but unsuccessful candidate (Sanderson\u2019s choice inevitably being widely known, there being no secret ballot at this time) and, in revenge, another failed candidate persuaded the parents to withdraw their children thus forcing the closure of the school. Taking up the Stokesley vacancy, Sanderson soon recognised George\u2019s abilities. Sanderson\u2019s account of his treatment in Whitby was an powerful influence on his student\u2019s adoption of radical-leaning politics, although the boy may have already had a predilection in this way as his grandfather, John Tweddell<\/b> (1770-1850), had supported the Liberal candidate in the 1805 election. A few years later, hearing Peter Bussey, the Chartist missionary who used Stokesley as a base for his work in spring 1839 when George was 17, could have reinforced these opinions, although there is no documentary evidence for this.<\/span>
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\nIn 1836, at the earliest opportunity and much to his disappointment, George was taken away from school and joined his mother as an assistant at his grandfather\u2019s shop and by 1841 William Braithwaite<\/b> (c.1810-1873)”<\/span>
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\nIn 2009, Paul Tweddell showed me where William sanderson was buried – at All Saints Church on the Rudby side of Hutton Rudby nr Stokesley North Yorkshire.<\/span>
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\nThanks to local Hutton Rudby historian Alice Barrigan <\/b>we now know that Rudby School was situated near  All Saints on the left in this photo from Alice Barrigan’s website http:\/\/northyorkshirehistory.blogspot.co.uk\/<\/a><\/span>
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\nRudby School is the white building on the left of this photo, now a private dwelling next to All Saints Church, called, I think Rose Cottage.<\/span><\/div>\n


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\nHere is a poem which GMT wrote as a tribute to William Sanderson<\/b><\/span>
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\nEducation<\/span><\/b>
\nA Tribute to the Memory of my good Schoolmaster\u2014<\/span><\/i>
\nWilliam Sanderson.<\/span><\/i>
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\nI do not know one holier work on earth<\/span>
\nThan that of training up the rising race<\/span>
\nIn health alike of body and of mind.<\/span>
\nIt is the safest polity for States;<\/span>
\nThe truest proof of love parents can give, 5<\/span>
\nThe noblest outcome of philanthropy;<\/span>
\nAnd without it Religion would become<\/span>
\nBut Superstition to bind all in chains<\/span>
\nTo every sort of hateful tyranny.<\/span>
\nSome six-score years have now pass\u2019d o\u2019er the world 10<\/span>
\nSince a true poet sang in noble strains:\u2014<\/span>
\n\u201cDelightful task! to rear the tender thought,<\/span>
\nTo teach the young idea how to shoot,<\/span>
\nTo pour the fresh instruction o\u2019er the mind,<\/span>
\nTo breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix 15<\/span>
\nThe generous purpose in the glowing breast!\u201d[1]<\/span>
\nA noble thought, utter\u2019d in words of fire<\/span>
\nWhich Ignorance can ne\u2019er extinguish, though<\/span>
\nWe yet have feeble intellect which fain<\/span>
\nFor this would ridicule dear Thomson\u2019s name. 20<\/span>
\nThe car of Progress has run swiftly on<\/span>
\nSince so he sang, and his melodious lyre<\/span>
\nSilenced on earth, but its sweet echoes still<\/span>
\nStir human hearts, though we are only now<\/span>
\nJust rising to the level of his thoughts: 25<\/span>
\nFor your true Poet is not one who can<\/span>
\nMerely bedeck in decent verse what all<\/span>
\nHis fellows feel or know: but it is his<\/span>
\nTo lead the van in bravely marching on<\/span>
\nFrom height to height, despite all earthly foes; 30<\/span>
\nAnd those who ridicule the Teacher\u2019s art,<\/span>
\nOr look on it as drudgery, have ne\u2019er,<\/span>
\nWhate\u2019er their bookcram, gain\u2019d the mental light<\/span>
\nRequired of all true Teachers: unto them<\/span>
\n\u2019T would be indeed as hard a task as that 35<\/span>
\nWhich Jupiter enjoin\u2019d on Sisyphus.<\/span>
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\nI had three Schoolmasters: but the former two ne\u2019er gain\u2019d<\/span>
\nThe least affection from the boys they sought<\/span>
\nTo teach in their own harsh mistaken way,<\/span>
\nAnd to us all their deaths had been relief, 40<\/span>
\nInstead of causing one to shed a tear.<\/span>
\nIn looking back upon the years I spent<\/span>
\nUnder their tyranny, which I forgive,<\/span>
\nBut never can forget, I cannot yield<\/span>
\nThose days with that bright halo that endears 45<\/span>
\nOur boyhood to us in declining years.[2]<\/span>
\nBut I shall treasure, to my dying day,<\/span>
\nThe love I bore to William Sanderson.<\/span>
\nHe was my last Schoolmaster, and my best,<\/span>
\nYea worth a thousand of the other two,[3]\u2014 50<\/span>
\nFor he unlike to them, knew how to teach.<\/span>
\nHe had all learning at his fingers\u2019 ends;<\/span>
\nAnd best of all, was skill\u2019d in teaching too.<\/span>
\nA man may be in scholarship most rife,<\/span>
\nYet quite unfit to teach a tithe he knows. 55<\/span>
\nOh! that I longer could have profited<\/span>
\nBy my good Mentor! More that fifty years<\/span>
\nOf varied trials I have waded through,<\/span>
\nSince the necessity of earning bread<\/span>
\nForced me to leave him, when my anxious mind 60<\/span>
\nWas just beginning to show healthy growth<\/span>
\nUnder his culture. But I never ceased<\/span>
\nTo love him whilst he lived, and since his death<\/span>
\nNone could have treasured more his memory.<\/span>
\n\u201cGod rest his soul!\u201d I can devoutly say; 65<\/span>
\nFor he was fitted whilst on earth for heaven:<\/span>
\nNot by a bigot\u2019s creed, or cant too oft<\/span>
\nMistaken for true piety; but a life<\/span>
\nOf Christian virtue. Too mild to wrestle<\/span>
\nIn competition for a living here 70<\/span>
\nWith brutal men, his purse through life was poor;<\/span>
\nBut he had riches they can ne\u2019er possess<\/span>
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\nEuclid, Algebra, and the languages,<\/span>
\nHebrew, Greek, Latin, like our mother-tongue,<\/span>
\nWere truly his. Had I remain\u2019d with him 75<\/span>
\nI too would have been a scholar deeply read<\/span>
\nIn lore which has been seal\u2019d to me for aye.<\/span>
\nHow he delighted to encourage all<\/span>
\nMy boyish studies of antiquity<\/span>
\nAnd of the maxims which should govern States 80<\/span>
\nTo make the peoples happy! Meekest man<\/span>
\nI ever knew childlike simplicity<\/span>
\nWedded to wisdom gave the lie in him<\/span>
\nTo those who fancy knowledge puffeth up<\/span>
\nWith vile conceit those who have made it theirs. 85<\/span>
\nOh, much I owe to him, to be repaid<\/span>
\nOnly with gratitude! My evening hours<\/span>
\nWere spent in his congenial company<\/span>
\nAfter the studies of the school were done.<\/span>
\nIf fine, we wander\u2019d forth in frost or sheen 90<\/span>
\nAlong the pleasant footpaths; if confined<\/span>
\nBy weather to his parlour, he to me<\/span>
\nRead Greek and Latin Classics, Englishing<\/span>
\nEach sentence as he read, as easily<\/span>
\nAs I could converse in my mother-tongue. 95<\/span>
\nThis was my baptism to communion<\/span>
\nWith the wise sages both of Greece and Rome,<\/span>
\nHomer and Virgil both have seem\u2019d to me<\/span>
\nAs friends I knew since then; Demosthenes<\/span>
\nAnd Cicero through him spoke just to me 100<\/span>
\nAs plainly as to those who had of yore<\/span>
\nListen\u2019d unto their marvellous eloquence,<\/span>
\nAnd this most mild of men was stricken down<\/span>
\nWhen he was rising in prosperity;<\/span>
\nRobb\u2019d of his bread, and exiled the town 105<\/span>
\nWhere he was teaching as few other could,<\/span>
\nBy Whitby Tories, because he quietly<\/span>
\nVoted for Moorsholm when that post became<\/span>
\nA parliamentary borough. Not the man<\/span>
\nTo canvass or make speeches, or i\u2019 the press 110<\/span>
\nTo rouse the people with a Cobbett\u2019s pen,<\/span>
\nOr hate those who might not think like himself,<\/span>
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\nYet he felt bound to be to conscience true,<\/span>
\nAnd simply gave his vote. It was enough\u2014<\/span>
\nThe ballot then affording such no shield, 115<\/span>
\nBut being call\u2019d un-English, cowardly,<\/span>
\nAnd something that must lead to ruin, by<\/span>
\nThe cravens who all used it in their clubs.<\/span>
\nMethinks I see their shuddering souls when they<\/span>
\nFirst met him in that Spirit Land where all 120<\/span>
\nOur sins on earth are plainly seen as though<\/span>
\nAn open book contain\u2019d the register.<\/span>
\n\u2019T is this, and such as this, which forms the Hell<\/span>
\nWhich blundering bigots would persuade mankind<\/span>
\nIs sulphurous fire which ever burns 125<\/span>
\nTo torture with far greater pains than man<\/span>
\nOr woman ever felt on earth\u2014pangs which<\/span>
\nWhen millions of years had o\u2019er them pass\u2019d<\/span>
\nWould be no nearer to their end than when<\/span>
\nThey first began\u2014God\u2019s thoughtless erring ones. 130<\/span>
\nAnd there are simple folks still hold this creed,<\/span>
\nMost gloomy and blasphemous as it is,<\/span>
\nMaking our Heavenly Father more unkind<\/span>
\nTo his poor children than the basest man<\/span>
\nWho ever practised horrid cruelties. 135<\/span>
\nOne master as to mine, teaching true wisdom<\/span>
\nCalmly all his years; living its precepts;<\/span>
\nContent with simplest necessities when<\/span>
\nHe could obtain them; but aspiring not<\/span>
\nEven when forced to bear ills none should know 140<\/span>
\nIn any State call\u2019d civilised; does more<\/span>
\nFor helping on the progress of our race<\/span>
\nThan many brawlers; and I thank my God<\/span>
\nThat I in early life had such a friend<\/span>
\nAnd teacher as good William Sanderson. 145<\/span>
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\nHis life was one of spotless purity:<\/span>
\nHe had compassion for all living things,<\/span>
\nAnd anger never raged in his calm mind.<\/span>
\nIn all my march through life, I never met<\/span>
\nA man more Christlike, no forms or creeds 150<\/span>
\nHeld his as a professor before men,<\/span>
\nAnd he never mix\u2019d in their assemblies.<\/span>
\nHe made his heart the temple of the Lord,<\/span>
\nAnd there he offer\u2019d up incense more sweet<\/span>
\nThan from a priestly censor rose. 155<\/span>
\nThough in the flesh we never more can meet,<\/span>
\nHis spirit often seems to visit me<\/span>
\nIn a divine communion of soul;<\/span>
\nAnd I look forward with a fervent faith<\/span>
\nTo meeting him again to part no more, 160<\/span>
\nWhere all our souls are purified like him<\/span>
\nFrom those deep failings which prevent our earth<\/span>
\nFrom being but a counterpart of heaven.<\/span>
\nBlank verse [in M\/S], pp. 71-79.<\/span>
\n[1] From the Scottish poet, James Thompson (1700-1748), in \u2018Spring\u2019 from \u2018The<\/span>
\nSeasons\u2019 (1726). \u201cSix-score years\u201d this would make the date of GMT\u2019s poem<\/span>
\nabout 1846. [see:<\/span>
\n<www.luminarium.org\/eightlit\/thomson\/bio.php><\/span>
\n[2] Alternative to this line:<\/span>
\n\u201cOur boyhood to us as death dreweth near\u201d[3] One of these will have been Richard<\/span>
\nBaker, mentioned in Pigot\u2019s Yorkshire Directory for 1829.<\/span>
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\n<\/span><\/a>Before William Sanderson,<\/b> Rudby school was headed by John Jackson<\/b> of whom GMT also wrote in his Yorkshire Miscellany<\/i> and North of England Tractates<\/i> and yet again in his book The Bards and Authors of Cleveland and south Yorkshire 1872.<\/i><\/span>
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\nTweddell wrote –<\/span>
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\n“ John Jackson<\/b>, who for six and twenty years ws master of Rudby School, was so much esteemed as a classical and mathematical teacher that sons of the principal inhabitants of Stokesley used to travel daily to and from his academy to avail themselves of his instruction. Many of the sundials still existing in Cleveland are of his manufacture, that at Rudby church being one. He was born about the year 1743 and died May 27th 1808, in the sixty fifth year of his age, leaving a widow named Ann, who survived him until dec 27th 1815, when she died at the age of 67.<\/span>
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\n<\/span><\/a>John Jackson <\/b>wrote the following poem The Cleveland Fox Chase<\/i>, in 1785 although it wasn’t published until 1846 by George Markham Tweddell in his Yorkshire Miscellany series and later the North of England Tractates. The 63 mile fox chase which went past the famed Roseberry Topping near Great Ayton, may not agree with our modern sensibilities towards fox hunting but this historic poem by the master of Rudby school was also set to music by him “and for many years enjoyed considerable popularity in the district, on account of the ‘then well known incidents of the remarkable hunt it chronicles<\/i>” says Tweddell in 1846. The version from the Tractates<\/i> is in the pdf file here. Further information on the Cleveland foxhunt can be found in Roseberry Topping p66 published by the Great Ayton Community Archeology Project<\/i><\/span>
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\nJohn Jackson – The Cleveland Fox Chase – published in 1846 in Tweddell’s Yorkshire Miscellany<\/b> and later Tweddell’s North of England Tractates (from which this pdf contains). The pdf is on Google drive and can be downloaded.<\/span>
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