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25 PART II DESCRIPTION OF HADDON HALL BY S. RAYNER<br />

“A great Butcher, who used to fit the family at <strong>Haddon</strong> with small meat, a fat man<br />

weighing eighteen stone, named John Taylor, from Darley Dale, came at Christmas time<br />

when they were keeping open house. And the old Earl’s wife would not let the butter go<br />

into the larder until she had seen it; so it remained in the old family hall (the Banquetting<br />

<strong>Hall</strong>), and stood there for some hours. The Butlers (of whom there were two, one for the<br />

small beer cellar and the other for the strong), had for several weeks before missed two<br />

pounds of butter every week; and they could not think what had become of it, or who had<br />

taken it. So they determined to watch, one Butler spying through the little door, and the<br />

other through the great door; when presently the great Butcher came as usual for orders<br />

for small meat. And after looking round, he lays his fingers upon the butter, and pops<br />

one pound of butter within his coat on one side, and another pound on the other side.<br />

This was observed; and the Butler from the strong beer cellar came up to the Butcher<br />

saying, “Jack—it is Christmas time—I have a famous Jack of strong beer, and you shall<br />

have it before you go. Sit you down by the kitchen fire.” He sat there awhile, when the<br />

Butler handing him the flagon, said, “Don’t be afraid of it, I’ll fetch some more.” And as<br />

he sat near the fire, the butter on one side melting with the heat, began to trickle down his<br />

breeches, into his shoes. “Why Jack,” said the Butler, “you seem a great deal fatter on<br />

one side than on the other. Turn yourself round, you must be starved on this side.” He<br />

was obliged to comply; and presently the butter run down that side also; and afterwards,<br />

as he walked up the <strong>Hall</strong>, the melted butter ran over the tops of his shoes. “The Earl,”<br />

says Hage, “made a laughing stock of it; but if such a thing was to be done in these days,<br />

the man would be turned out of the family.”<br />

“My aunt told me,” adds the guide, “that the old Earl used to sing to the men at<br />

Christmas-tide,<br />

‘You’re all heartily welcome, lads; drink what you will;<br />

For here lives John, at the Wooden Oak still.’”<br />

The nobleman to whom this anecdote relates was Sir John Manners, who succeeded his<br />

cousin, as Earl of Rutland, in 1641. Some extracts from the Bailiff’s accounts, relative to<br />

the expenses of open-housekeeping at <strong>Haddon</strong> <strong>Hall</strong>, during Christmas-tide, in 1663, have<br />

been published by Mr. Lysons; who says that from 1660 to 1670, although the family chiefly<br />

resided in Belvoir, there were generally killed and consumed every year at <strong>Haddon</strong>, between<br />

thirty and forty beeves, between four and five hundred sheep, and eight or ten swine. The<br />

successor of this Earl, who was created Duke of Rutland by Queen Anne, is said to have<br />

maintained here one hundred and forty servants; and like his father, he kept open houses in<br />

the true style of old English hospitality, for twelve days annually after Christmas.<br />

Not long after the commencement of the last [eighteenth] century, the establishment at<br />

<strong>Haddon</strong> <strong>Hall</strong> was probably broken up; though the building was not neglected, but has<br />

always been kept in good repair. A ball was given by the present Duke of Rutland, in the<br />

Long Gallery of this mansion, on the occasion of his coming of age. And in 1802, the<br />

inhabitants of Bakewell celebrated the treaty of Amiens, by an entertainment, with<br />

dancing, in the same apartment.

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