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A book of Bristol sonnets

By H. D. Rawnsley

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MOTHER PUGSLEY'S FIELD,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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MOTHER PUGSLEY'S FIELD,

NINE-TREE HILL.

Long since those widowed elms have ceased to shade,
But the Nine Muses still are honoured here!

Nine-Tree Hill, at the north end of Stokes' Croft, was so called from nine elms, that stood on the knoll.


Slain by the ruthless Round-head cannonier,
Here Pugsley fell,

Hard by, the ground, now Fremantle Square, was within memory called “Mother Pugsley's Field.” Pugsley, the possessor of it, was an officer in Prince Rupert's army. He met his death upon it by a shot from Montpelier.

and was with honour laid.

Here, while the city worked, a widow prayed;

His widow, a very beautiful lady, true to his memory, erected a hut over his grave here; and, when season permitted, came and watched over the ground so consecrate to his life and death. She lived to eighty years of age; and was buried, in accordance with her will, wrapped in her wedding sheets; two maidens strewing the way before her bier with sweet herbs, and a fiddler playing before her corpse.


While gay crowds laughed, a widow dropped a tear;
Till borne with music, and with wedding cheer,
Of their two dusts again was marriage made!
Our paths are harder; down the way we tread,
No maidens scatter rosemary and rue!
But still at times the marriage-bells are true,
And ring their joys o'er the remembered dead:
Still, though oft grief is paid as soon as due,
Blind Death but consecrates the marriage bed!