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1714 - The death of Queen Anne and the accession of George I. 1727 - The death of George I and the accession of George II. 19 years after inheriting Skelton estate Lawson Trotter, who was unmarried, sold the estate to the husband of his sister and heiress Catharine. The new owner was a wealthy Durham merchant named John Hall. There was also a new priest at Skelton Church, George Flower, who remained here for three years. 1730 - The new priest at Skelton Church was Thomas Tankred.
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1733 - Bastardy Act ordered that all fathers of illegitimate children shall be committed to gaol until they gave security to indemnify the
parish from expense. The new priest at Skelton All Saints Church, from this year until 1780, was Thomas Kitching. Death of John Hall, 6 years after purchasing Skelton estate. He was buried in Crossgate Church, Durham and was succeeded by his son, also called John, who was only 15 years of age at the time.
John Hall Stevenson went up to Cambridge University, where he befriended Laurence Sterne, who later achieved fame as the
author of 'Tristram Shandy' and 'A Sentimental Journey'. |
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Laurence Sterne became in 1738 the clergyman for Sutton in the Forest, 8 miles from York and he also had duties at York
Minster.
Despite this he had a reputation as a lady's man and made frequent visits to his old friend at Skelton and joined in
the revelries.
John Hall Stevenson had many eccentricities and used to take to his bed whenever the cold east wind blew off the sea,
which in Skelton is often.
His works include "Fables for Grown Gentlemen" [1761- 1770] and "Crazy Tales" [1762] |
![]() [This image and the picture of John Hall Stevenson below have been kindly contributed by Dr Tony Nicholson, Lecturer in History at Teesside University.] |
His works had some recognition in the eighteenth century as third reprints were published. Sadly, no one has ever found a picture of old Skelton Castle, which was pulled down and rebuilt at the end of the eighteenth century. Some have suggested that the illustration for the frontispiece of Stevenson's "Crazy Tales" is a true representation of it. The drawing made by Samuel Buck in the 1720's suggests that it was similar. However, it looks like no other Norman castle and, like the surrounding scenery, some features could be the creation of the illustrator's imagination in line with the title of the book.
Stevenson's ribald life-style must have rubbed off on Sterne, it is said, for "Tristram Shandy" could never have been
written by a typical strait laced parson, or perhaps such people were few, attracted by the relatively rich 'livings' in
these times rather than Christian sacrifice.
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![]() 1718 - 1785. Painted in 1740 by Philipe Mercier. |
[Laurence Sterne's remains now rest against the South wall of St. Michaels Church in Coxwold, N. Yorkshire, where he
served as vicar. But they arrived there by a strange route. He died in London and was originally interred at St. George's in Hanover Square. His corpse was dug up by the "bodysnatchers" who earned money selling their wares for anatomical lectures. It is said that someone recognised Sterne and his body was hastily returned to St. George's. In 1969 St George's churchyard was going to be "developed" and the Laurence Sterne trust transferred his remains along with the original headstone to St Michaels, Coxwold.] The following lines which were on the front of a reservoir which supplied the castle were most probably Stevenson's
Leap from thy mossy cavern'd bed, Also the following which is said to describe the condition of Skelton Castle at the time:-
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There is a castle in the north Seated upon a swampy clay, At present but of little worth In latter times it had its day. This ancient castle is called CRAZY, Whose mouldering walls a moat environs, Which moat goes heavily and lazy, …A turret also you may note Its glory vanished like a dream Transform'd into a pigeon cote Nodding beside the sleepy stream From whence, by steps with moss o'ergrown You mount upon a terrace high, Where stands that heavy pile of stone Irregular and all awry. If many a buttress did not reach A kind and salutary hand Did not encourage and beseech The terrace and the house to stand, Left to themselves and at a loss They'd tumble down into the foss. Over the castle stands a tower, Threatening destruction every hour,…. |