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Story Source:
Author: Gerald Findler. Book Title: Legends Of The Lake Counties The St Herbert's island of Derwent water is well
known for it's beauty, but is perhaps little known for the legend that is
attached to it. This pretty little paradise of four or five acres is well
covered with woods and situated near the centre of the lake. It obtained it's name from St Herbert, a priest
who chose the island as a sanctuary for his devotions. The remains of the
hermitage are still visible, and near the hallowed ruins stands a small a
grotto of unhewn stone, called the New Hermitage, which was erected by Sir
Wilfred Lawson in the closing years of the last century. Sir Herbert lived on a simple diet, mostly home
grown vegetables and fish caught from the lake. This was about the middle of
the seventh century and he was very friendly with St Cuthbert, the Bishop of
Lindisfarne. They conversed a great deal, and so close a
connection sprung up between them, that both these holy men expired on the same
day, and in the same hour and minute, which according to Bede, was in the year
678 or 687. There is little information recorded of St
Herbert, and but for his friendship with St Cuthbert this name would not have
been handed to posterity at all. He lived, prayed and meditated on this
island.
In the register of Bishop Appleby, in 1374, there
is an indulgence of forty days to any inhabitant of Crosswthaite who should
attend the vicar to St Herbert's Isle on the 13th April yearly (that being the
anniversary of his death) there to celebrate the memory of St
Herbert. Wordsworth wrote the following
lines:
Of the Hermit of Derwent
Water.
If thou, in the dear love of some
one friend,
Hast been so happy that thou
know'st, what the thoughts
Will sometimes, in the happiness of
love,
Make the heart sink, then wilt thou
reverence
This quiet spot; and , stranger,
not unmoved,
Wilt thou behold this shapeless
heap of stones,
The desolate ruins of St Herbert's
cell.
There stood his freshold; there was
spread the roof
That sheltered him, a self-secluded
man, after long exercise in social cares,
And offices humane, intent to
adore
The deity, with undistracted
mind,
And meditate on everlasting
things
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