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property of the bishops, which was not inconsiderable, was very unjustly
seized on by the greedy hand of Sir James Elphinstone, subsequently Lord
Balmerino.
Chambers tells us that on
the opposite bank of the creek of the Almond, on a craggy eminence, was
placed a fortification, and from that circumstance the name Car-Almond,
vulgarised into Cramond, is derived-Car-Almond meaning simply the Castle
on the Almond, Maitland, on the other hand, maintains that the name is
Saxon in its derivation, and signifies the mouth of the Cra. ‘Originally,’ he
says, ‘the name was Cra-muthe,’ as he has so read it amongst the benefactions
made to the church of Lindisfern, or Holy Island in Northumberland,
and which is synonymous with Cramond. ‘Now,’ he continues, ‘as there is an
easy transition between Cra and A, the name of the river may have been
changed from Cra-mter to AZmon-water.’ It is only right to add, however,
that our authority does not by any means dogmatise here, but only ‘humbly
submits it to the judgment of the curious reader.‘
Within the parish, and on one of the north-eastem slopes of the Corstorphine.
Hill, stand the fine old mansion-house and lands of Craigcrook Castle.
It belonged at one time to a certain John Strachan, Esq., of whom we know
nothing more than that at his death, in the year 1720, he mortified it as a
charitable gift-the income then amounting to A300, but now considerably
more than doubled-to be disbursed in annual sums of &3 each to a
specified number of poor old men, women, and orphans, in the city of Edinburgh.
But other memories, and no less dear, than those of the benevolent
Jolin Strachan, linger about it. Here, in this very romantic and picturesque
old mansion, with its battlemented walls and slate-covered turrets, clad with
ivy and roses, and nestling so warmly in its arbour of foliage, resided for
many years that sweet-blooded and noble-souled man, Lord Francis Jeffrey, of
Edinburgh Review renown, and here too were composed many of those
brilliant and trenchant articles which adorned the pages of by far the ;blest
Quarterly of the period. That Jeffrey’s pen was occasionally dipt in gall,
and that bitterly cruel and savagely earnest words now and then were born
of it, is true enough-the case of the poor, consumptive, richly-gifted Keats
is to the point,-but such fierce and terrific onslaughts appear rather to have
been accidental to the man than of set purpose: his papers on the whole
evincing a genial, generous, and encouraging tone, in perfect accord with his
naturally kind and amiable disposition. Subsequently, and not over twenty
years ago, the poet Gerald Massey, likewise, spent a short time in this same
The origin of the name is yet a mooted point.
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