Continuing through the 1830s Guide Book to Jersey, we look at Ouen, where there is plenty to see.
This is St Ouen's before the restoration of the Church. Canon Clement carried out great restoration was between 1865 and 1870. Balleine notes that:
"The unsightly galleries were swept away. The militia cannon were ejected from the home that they had occupied for centuries at the end of the south aisle. After long and intricate negotiations, that tested to the uttermost the Rector's tact and patience, the owners of the clutter of horse-box pews scattered higgledy-piggledy through the building consented to a uniform and orderly system of seating. The chancel was vaulted and lengthened eight feet. A new organ was provided. "
"When the work was started, the estimated cost was £700, but the final bill was £5,000, towards which the parish voted £2,000, and the rest was raised by voluntary subscriptions. In addition to this, private donors gave a new pulpit, font, and lectern, and filled the windows with stained glass. "
"The lengthening of the chancel had one unexpected result. As the altar now stood on unconsecrated ground, the Bishop's lawyers decreed that the whole church must be reconsecrated, and this was done by Bishop Wilberforce on 5th August, 1870. "
Guide Book: St. Ouen.
St. Ouen's.—this parish contains a population of one thousand nine hundred and sixteen persons. It occupies nearly one half of the Western coast, and is the largest parish in the Island. Within its district a considerable quantity of corn is grown.
The most remarkable caverns are at La Moye, Plemont, and Greve de Lecq. Few strangers make excursions to Jersey without visiting its caves; and the far greater number are directed to go at once to Plemont without even hearing that Greve de Lecq is a cavern much more extensive than any other in the Island.
This is St Ouen's before the restoration of the Church. Canon Clement carried out great restoration was between 1865 and 1870. Balleine notes that:
"The unsightly galleries were swept away. The militia cannon were ejected from the home that they had occupied for centuries at the end of the south aisle. After long and intricate negotiations, that tested to the uttermost the Rector's tact and patience, the owners of the clutter of horse-box pews scattered higgledy-piggledy through the building consented to a uniform and orderly system of seating. The chancel was vaulted and lengthened eight feet. A new organ was provided. "
"When the work was started, the estimated cost was £700, but the final bill was £5,000, towards which the parish voted £2,000, and the rest was raised by voluntary subscriptions. In addition to this, private donors gave a new pulpit, font, and lectern, and filled the windows with stained glass. "
"The lengthening of the chancel had one unexpected result. As the altar now stood on unconsecrated ground, the Bishop's lawyers decreed that the whole church must be reconsecrated, and this was done by Bishop Wilberforce on 5th August, 1870. "
Guide Book: St. Ouen.
St. Ouen's.—this parish contains a population of one thousand nine hundred and sixteen persons. It occupies nearly one half of the Western coast, and is the largest parish in the Island. Within its district a considerable quantity of corn is grown.
The Church was consecrated on the
fourth of September, 1180, and is situated in a lonely part of the parish, and
appears as if sunk into the earth, as the principal entrance goes down two
steps, and the door case is remarkably low. The only way of accounting for so
unusual a circumstance is, by supposing the ground about the church to have
been raised. The same winds that buried Les Quennevais in sand may perhaps have
been the cause. The church has a very low spire; but there is not anything
respecting this edifice worth particularizing, and yet,
Perhaps in this neglected spot is
laid
Some heart once pregnant with
celestial fire;
Hands that the rod of empire
might have swayed,
Or waked to ecstasy the living
lyre.
But knowledge to their eyes her
ample page
Rich with the spoils of time did
ne'er unroll;
Chill .penury repressed their
noble rage,
And froze the genial current of
their soul.
Far from the madding crowd's
ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learned
to stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale
of life.
They kept the noiseless tenor of
their way.
St. Ouen's Bay.—This inlet sweeps
from L’Etacq to the Southward of La Rocco, a tower erected on a rock, about
half a mile below high water mark, though dry as the tide recedes; it is,
however, at times, nearly inaccessible for several weeks, from the violent surf
that breaks over the rough surface of low rocks, and that roars along the whole
extent of this too frequently dangerous coast. In one part, and in only one, is
a beautiful beach, free from the generally rugged character of this boisterous
shore.
Who happy treads that desert bay
below
Where ends the copse of yore.
Fairer scenes
Than those that lie beneath the
raptured eye,
This green isle knows not: ever
varied, too.
Is the rich prospect ; vallies
softly sink
And uplands swell, no level
sameness tires;
While in the distance, happily
disposed
Sweeps round the bold blue sea.
Part, if not the whole, of this
extensive bay was once a fertile valley, in which grew a forest of stately
oaks. Not possessing, like the Northern coast, a barrier of lofty rocks, a
sudden eruption of the sea inundated the vale, or a portion of it. A breach
once effected, it soon became wider: by degrees the waves stripped off the rich
soil, and laid its sylvan honours prostrate. These were, doubtless, in the
first instance, the effects of a tremendous storm from the Westward, to which
point of the compass the whole bay is completely exposed; and, most probably, a
succession of wintry gales completed the devastation.
The former existence of a wood is
sufficiently evident. After violent storms the flat rocks are frequently bared:
at these times, many trunks of trees are discovered, chiefly near low water
mark. Those stumps still cling to the rocks by their roots that pierce the
clefts. The length of one trunk was, when found, fifteen feet in the main stem,
and it measured from nine to ten feet in the girt: it then spread into two
branches, each of nearly the same length and substance as the stem itself. The
remains of stone buildings are also sometimes disclosed. There is likewise a
bed of peat in the bay; but over it the waves frequently deposit a covering of
sand; it is, therefore, only occasionally visible.
Near this spot is St. Ouen's pond
of fresh water, being a portion of large open meadows, overflowed by the
junction of several rivulets, thus forming a lake, in which there is good
fishing; part of this pond being reedy, affords shelter, during the winter
season, to a considerable quantity of wild fowl.
In one of the meadows near the
pond, are three large blocks of stone; doubtless, the remains of a Celtic
monument, Two of them are erect; the other block lies on the ground, and is,
apparently, only part of what it originally was: the end supposed to have been
broken off, exhibits the appearance of a recent fracture.
Grosnez.— From St. Ouen's bay, we
pass by L'Etacq to Grosnez, which constitutes the North-Western boundary tit
Jersey; and, like other parts of the Northern line, its coast, notwithstanding
a bluff appearance, is bristled with angular points. No other way leads down
the cliffs in this quarter, than those airy, meandering, and doubtful paths
made by the feet of a few straggling sheep, that here and there crop the scanty
herbage; and the elevation of those cliffs is such that
The murmuring surge
That on the jagged points thus
idly chafes
Cannot be heard so high.
To those who have sufficient
courage to descend, the aspect of the towering eminences is terrifyingly grand
and awful. Masses of grey rock, spotted with hoary mosses, protrude in wild
magnificence, and seem ready to overwhelm the daring foot that profanes their
sacred recesses. The spiky grass that finds, in shelving spots, a slender hold,
serves just to cast a less dusky tint over the venerable pile. Scarcely can the
astonished eye presume to look up: it trembles at having ventured down so far,
and shrinks with horror from the beetling acclivity, which seems to preclude
every attempt to re-ascend from the chaos of broken rocks still below. Here no
trifling object diverts the mind :—all is great—all is strikingly sublime. The
precipitous cliff in solemn stillness frowning above, and casting' a gloomy
shade around. The hoarse waves of an expanded ocean, robed in its darkest blue,
roaring below, and exciting a tremulous motion in the solid rock. Destruction
threatens in various forms and on every side.
The Castle.—at the extremity of
the promontory are some trifling ruins that bear the name of Grosnez Castle.
One lonely turret, shatter'd and
outworn.
Stands venerably proud—too proud
to mourn
Its long last grandeur.
A small gate-way and two
projecting angles, constitute the remains of a portal; but loose fragments of
stone, which are scattered about, denote that the original circumference of the
walls must have been extensive. It is not known at what time or by whom this
building was first constructed, and uncertainty seems to attach to the whole of
its history. Tradition, however, which has the weight of probability on its
side, affirms it to have been occupied by Sir Philip De Carteret, as a
defensive post against the Count de Maulevrier, when, after obtaining
possession of Mont Orgueil and the neighbouring country, he attempted to gain
the rest of the Island.
If castles made of lyme and stone
decaye.
What suretie is in bodies made of
clay.
Plemont.—From Grosnez, the next
promontory is that of Plemont, which is so deeply intersected on each side, as
to be joined to the main land by a very narrow isthmus: this has been cut down
to a considerable depth, so that it is improperly termed an Island; over the deep
fosse is a drawbridge, and close to it is placed a guard house, which, in time
of last war, contained a small military detachment, to prevent any hostile
access.
The rock, on one side of the
draw-bridge, drops in nearly a perpendicular line to the sea; another, which is
at least two hundred feet in height, is absolutely vertical; has a surface
equally level as an artificial wall, and glows with a splendid variety of
beautiful tints, when reflecting the brightness of a clear morning sun.
This place has long been
celebrated for its caves; they are chiefly on the Western side of a small
inlet, of which the Eastern point is formed by the promontory of Plemont. The
usual descent to those caverns is on this side: the declivity is safe though,
steep: that of the hill which covers them is seldom used, and is said to be
dangerous. ✓
The most remarkable caverns are at La Moye, Plemont, and Greve de Lecq. Few strangers make excursions to Jersey without visiting its caves; and the far greater number are directed to go at once to Plemont without even hearing that Greve de Lecq is a cavern much more extensive than any other in the Island.
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