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SIRLOIN.

Several correspondents who treat of Lancashire matters do not appear to be sufficiently careful to ascertain the correct designations of the places mentioned in their communications.  In a late number Mr. J.G.  NICHOLS gave some very necessary corrections to CLERICUS CRAVENSIS respecting his note on the “Capture of King Henry VI.” (Vol. ii., p. 181.); and I have now to remind H.C. (Vol. ii., p. 268.) that “Haughton Castle” ought to be “Hoghton Tower, near Blackburn, Lancashire.”  Hoghton Tower and Whittle Springs have of late been much resorted to by pic-nic parties from neighbouring towns; and from the interesting scenery and splendid prospects afforded by these localities, they richly deserve to be classed among the lions of Lancashire.  It is not improbable that the far-famed beauties and rugged grandeur of “The Horr” may, for the time, have rendered it impossible for H.C. to attend to orthography and the simple designation “Hoghton Tower,” and hence the necessity for the present Note.

The popular tradition of the knighting of the Sirloin has found its way into many publications of a local tendency, and, amongst the rest, into the graphic Traditions of Lancashire, by the late Mr. Roby, whose premature death in the Orion steamer we have had so recently to deplore.  Mr. Roby, however, is not disposed to treat the subject very seriously; for after stating that Dr. Morton had preached before the king on the duty of obedience, “inasmuch as it was rendered to the vicegerent of heaven, the high and mighty and puissant James, Defender of the Faith, and so forth,” he adds:—­

“After this comfortable and gracious doctrine, there was a rushbearing and a piping before the king in the great quadrangle.  Robin Hood and Maid Marian, with the fool and Hobby Horse, were, doubtless, enacted to the jingling of morris-dancers and other profanities.  These fooleries put the king into such good humour, that he was more witty in his speech than ordinary.  Some of these sayings have been recorded, and amongst the rest, that well-known quibble which has been the origin of an absurd mistake, still current through the county, respecting the sirloin.  The occasion, as far as we have been able to gather, was thus.  Whilst he sat at meat, casting his eyes upon a noble surloin at the lower end of the table, he cried out, ’Bring hither that surloin, sirrah, for ’tis worthy a more honourable post, being, as I may say, not sur-loin, but sir-loin, the noblest joint of all;’ which ridiculous and desperate pun raised the wisdom and reputation of England’s Solomon to the highest.”—­Traditions, vol. ii. pp. 190-1.

Most probably Mr. Roby’s view of the matter is substantially correct; for although tradition never fails to preserve the remembrance of transactions too trivial, or perhaps too indistinct for sober history to narrate, the existence of a tradition does not necessarily prove, or even require, that the myth should have had its foundation in fact.