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 SUFFOLK is another low, flat eastern county, a county
without any hills to speak of. The middle of the shire
is well covered with large farms, where four sorts of
corn are grown, as well as peas, beans, and green
crops. There are pastures, too, for the cows, from
whose milk capital butter is made. Suffolk horses are
reared here, and the famous Suffolk pigs are raised;
and such turkeys and geese for the Christmas dinners of
folk in large towns!
Most of the towns are market-towns, where the good
things raised in this farming county are sold. There is
Bury St. Edmund's, the chief town in West Suffolk, a
large town that owes its name to a story which you
shall hear presently. It has the ruins of a splendid
old abbey; and here twelve people were burnt at the
stake in the persecution under Queen Mary. Another tale
of a Suffolk martyr belongs to the market-town of
Had-leigh. Eye, where lace is made; StowmaTket, where
gun-cotton is made; Halesworth, and Framlingham, which
has an old castle, are all market-towns, and so is
Ipswich, the county town, which is also a port.
Ipswich stands at the end of the estuary of the river
Orwell, and ships come up to the town, though it is
eleven miles from the sea. The Orwell estuary joins
that of the river Stour, which divides Suffolk from
Essex. There are large iron-works at Ipswich, in
 which ploughs and harrows and other farm implements are
Along the low river mouths are marshes, and high banks
have been raised to keep the river waters in. The
north-west corner, also, between Cambridge and Norfolk,
is part of the fen country, a district of marshes, peat
fens, and stretches of open heath upon which sheep find
a living. There is another marshy corner in the
north-east, to the east of Waveney river, where "Green
grow the rushes, O," upon "broads" like those of
Heather wastes with sheep feeding on them, and marshes,
with cattle dotted about in the deep green pastures,
and low sands running far inland; these are the kinds
of land to be found lying along the low coast of
Suffolk, which seems to be gradually sinking into the
Indeed, at many points of the coast where the sea is
now deep enough at low water to carry the largest
ships, harvests were reaped and villages were standing
not so very long ago. Dunwich is now a little village
with not more than twenty houses; it stands on rather
high ground, and all about it is waste and desolate. A
thousand years ago, Dunwich was a rich and great city,
with a bishop and twelve churches; and there was a
large wood between it and the shore. But the sea made
its way in, and carried off Dunwich city bit by bit; a
monastery, churches, four hundred houses, were swept
off at once in the reign of Edward III. The people at
last fled from the sea, and made their homes in the
present village of Dunwich.
Lowestoft, close by which is the Ness, the most eastern
point in England, and Southwold, Felixstow, and
Aldborough are pleasant bathing places on this east
coast; they are also fishing towns and sea-ports.
THE SUFFOLK MARTYRS
 THE North folk (Norfolk), and the South folk (Suffolk),
made up the Saxon kingdom of East Anglia, and this
kingdom was under the rule of the brave and pious King
Edmund. Lodbrog, the Dane, had found his way into
Suffolk, and had been basely slain. False news came to
Hubba and Hungnar, the sons of Lodbrog, that Edmund the
king had killed their father. So the Danish brothers
got ships and men, and their twin sisters wove them a
standard with a raven upon it, a dark standard which
was to wave over many a bloody battle-field. And they
came, the first of the long stream of Danes, kings, and
jarls (earls), and fighting men, which for three
hundred years poured down upon the shores of unhappy
At Hoxne, on the banks of the Waveney, the brothers met
King Edmund; the Danes numbered more than the Saxons,
and the king "fought fiercely and manfully against the
army. But because the merciful God foreknew that he was
to arrive at the crown of martyrdom, he there fell
gloriously." He was made captive, fettered, and
barbarously beaten. Then the Danes said he should live
if he would renounce Christ; but the king refused to
receive his life as the price of dishonour to his Lord.
So they bound him to a tree, and shot at him with
arrows till he died; and then the Danish brothers
struck off his head and threw it into a thicket.
The body of the martyr was carried to a town called
Badrichesworth, and there buried; wherefore this town
came to be called Bury St. Edmund's. Many years
 after, Canute, himself a Dane, raised a great abbey
there, one of the most splendid in the land. In all the
country-side the death of King Edmund was kept in mind,
and pictures might be seen in many church windows of
how he was bound to a tree and shot to death with
In the early days of the Reformation, Hadleigh had a
good and gentle vicar, named Rowland Taylor, who taught
his people the truth as he found it in the Bible, and
would not allow in the parish church the services of
the Church of Rome. Now, Queen Mary was not only a
zealous Roman Catholic herself, but she meant that all
the people of England should be subject to the Pope.
She set herself to root out the Protestant faith by
burning all who held it.
Good Dr. Taylor was one of the first to suffer; he was
held for two years in the King's Bench Prison, and
then, seeing that he would not recant, was sent home to
Hadleigh to be burnt at the stake.
It was very dark, and they led him without lights to an
inn near Aldgate. "His wife watched all night in St.
Botolph's Church porch, beside Aldgate, having with her
"Now when the sheriff and his company came against St.
Botolph's Church, Elizabeth cried, saying, 'O my dear
father; mother, mother, here is my father led away.'
Then cried his wife, 'Rowland, Rowland, where art thou?'
for it was a very dark morning that the one could
not see the other.
"Dr. Taylor answered, 'Dear wife, I am here,' and
stayed. Then came she to him, and he took his daughter
Mary in his arms; and he, and his wife, and Elizabeth
kneeled down and said the Lord's Prayer.
 At which sight the sheriff wept apace, and so did
divers others of the company.
"Then he took farewell of his wife and children; his
wife saying, 'God be with thee, dear Eowland; I will,
with God's grace, meet thee at Hadleigh.'
"All the way, Dr. Taylor was merry and cheerful as one
going to a most pleasant banquet or bridal.
"The streets of Hadleigh were beset on both sides with
men and women of the town and country who waited to see
him; whom, when they beheld so led to death, with
weeping eyes, and lamentable voices they cried, 'Ah,
good Lord! there goeth our good shepherd from us, that
so faithfully hath taught us, so fatherly hath cared
for us, and so godly hath governed us! Oh! merciful
God, strengthen him, and comfort him.' "
Arrived at the spot, "when he had prayed, he went to
the stake and kissed it, and set himself into a pitch
barrel which they had set for him to stand on, and so
he stood with his back upright against the stake, with
his hands folded together and his eyes towards heaven,
and so let himself be burned."