|  | Gentleman's Magazine 1849 part 2 p.252 strife - but so nevertheless it was; and the island is not  
more attractive by its beauty than for the memory of one of  
the most gallant actions performed by the Royalists in the  
troublous epoch of the civil war. The olden name of this  
sweet spot was Wynandermere Isle, afterwards changed to Lang 
Holme; the latter word signifying in the provincial dialect  
an island or plain by the waterside. In the middle the  
Philipsons had a plain country house of the old fashioned  
Westmerland kind, strongly secured and fortified, called  
Holme House; and , like the gallant Wyndhams of  
Somersetshire, whose uncompromising principle of loyalty it  
was "to stand by the Crown, though it should hang on but a  
bush," the owners of the island were not more distinguished  
for their steady support of the King than for the resolute  
bravery and romantic spirit of heroism with which they  
fought and suffered in the royal cause. With them, as with a 
poet of the period -
 
 Loyalty was still the same,
 Whether it win or lose the game;
 True as the dial to the sun,
 Altho' it be not shone upon.
 Whoever has wandered into the Bellingham chapel, in the  
large and curious church at Kendal, a fabric, which from its 
component parts, though more so for the plan than its  
details, seems almost out of the pale of ecclesiastical  
architecture (it having a nave and no less than four aisles, 
features in its construction so peculiar that there are but  
the churches of St. Michael's in Coventry and St. Mary  
Magdalen in Taunton, with one or two others, of similar  
arrangement in England, to be met with), will have seen  
suspended high over an ancient altar-tomb a battered helmet, 
through whose crust of whitewash the rust of ages is plainly 
to be discerned. The learned in such display of warlike or  
heraldic insignia, after hearing the usual information which 
is there detailed, are left pretty much after all to form  
their own opinions from their own observation and knowledge, 
whether this antique casque belonged to Sir Roger  
Bellingham, who was interred, A.D. 157-, in the tomb  
beneath, and exalted as a token of the distinction he had  
received at the hand of his sovereign, in being made a  
knight banneret on the field of battle, - or was obtained by 
the puissant burgesses of Kendal from one of the Philipsons, 
and elevated to its present position as a trophy of their  
valour. Nevertheless, whichever of these accounts may have  
truth for its foundation, the helmet in question is  
strangely enough called "The rebel's cap;" and its history  
forms the theme of the following bold and sacrilegious  
action, which, though "an old tale and often told," ought  
not to be refused a place in these pages.
 The Philipsons, as before said, were staunch Royalists, and  
during the wars between Charles I. and the Parliament there  
were two brothers of the family at Crooke Hall who had  
espoused the royal cause. Hudelston the elder, to whom the  
island belonged, held the rank of Colonel, and his brother  
Robert that of Major, in the King's army. The latter, who is 
still renowned in county tradition for many daring acts, was 
a man of high and adventurous courage; and, from his  
desperate exploits, had acquired among the Parliamentarians  
the significant but not very reputable cognomen of "Robin  
the Devil." At that time there resided in Kendal a leading  
partisan of the Parliament, named Briggs, who was also an  
active officer in their army. He was a distant kinsman of  
the Philipsons, of whom notwithstanding he was a bitter  
enemy; and, having heard that Major Philipson was in his  
brother's house on the island, in charge of the valuable  
property of the family, he invested the place, with the view 
of making prisoner so obnoxious a character. The Major,  
however, was too old a soldier to be caught for want of  
vigilance; he was on the alert, and, with his usual fearless 
hardihood, defended the isle, during a siege of ten days  
with a courage worthy of his reputation, though subjected to 
severe privation; as Briggs, having seized all the boats  
upon the lake, had stopped the supplies. Colonel Philipson,  
who was at the siege of Carlisle, hearing of his brother's  
beleaguerment, hastened to the rescue, with a force which  
obliged the Parliamentarian to abandon his attempt; and  
since that time the echoes of this brightest of our English  
lakes, unroused by the angry sounds of warlike conflict,  
have slumbered in peace. The attack being thus repulsed,  
Major Philipson was not the
 
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