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2 OF MY 3 SONS LOSTAugust 2013

With the centenary of the start of the 1st World War approaching we should not forget the agony of the Rev. Robert Russell Cobbold (1853-1925) #232 in the tree, and his wife, Mary Elizabeth Wanklyn (1864-1936) #233, who lost two of their three sons early in the war.

Robert Henry Wanklyn Cobbold (1892-1915) #375

Educated firstly at King's College Choir School and then won a foundation scholarship to Marlborough College (C3) in 1906 and won a Junior Scholarship the following year.  He left in the summer of 1912 having been Head Boy and gained a Classical Scholarship to St John's College, Cambridge.  He was photographed as a member of the Eagles Society at St John's in 1914.

Robert was commissioned into The Rille Brigade in November 1914 and was serving with the 2nd Bn when he was killed in action on 9th September 1915 in Flanders.  The Officer Commanding his division wrote as follows "Your son had done excellent work whilst serving this division, and was a most promising officer.  You have every reason to be proud of his gallantry and devotion to duty.  H HUDSON, Major General, Commanding 8th Division."

He is commemorated in the Memorial Hall at Marlborough and in the church at Earls barton.

Another memorial in the church at Hitcham reads as follows:

In loving memory of Robert Wanklyn Cobbold, St John's College, Cambridge, Lieut. 2nd Battn. The Rifle Brigade, Killed in Action Sept. 9th 1915.  Resting at Fleurbaix, Aged 22years.
Blessed are the pure in Heart.

Edgar Frances Wanklyn Cobbold 91895-1916) #378

Like his elder brother, Edgar went to Marlborough College arriving in January 1908 and leaving in the summer of 1912 (C3).  He was commissioned a Lieutenant in the Cheshire regiment in 1914 but transferred to the Royal Flying Corps in 1915.  He died flying near Beauchamps on 12th January 1916 very soon after arriving in France.

He is commemmorated in the Memorial Hall at Marlborough and in the church at Earls Barton.

Another memorial in the church at Hitcham reads as follows:

Enter thou into the joy of the Lord.
Edgar Francis Wanklyn Cobbold, 7th Battn. Cheshire Regiment and The Royal Flying Corps.  Fell January 12th 1916.  Resting at Harbourdin, Aged 20.



We are indebted to John Bülow-Osborne for the story of the John Cobbold which is abridged from an article by John Whitmore with drawings by Macintyre.

It is not generally known that up to the middle of the 19th century shipbuilding was one of the principal industries of the port of Ipswich.  There were, at one period, four shipyards in the port and between 1804 and 1813 vessels of war to the number of 39 were built at one shipyard alone.  There were also many fine vessels built at these yards for the merchant service.  I was reminded of this fact a short while ago when I came into possession of what is known in the shipping world as a disbursement book.  On the cover of this book, printed in bold type, were the words JOHN COBBOLD.  Inside was a detailed record of the disbursements of this vessel dating from the year 1847.

The John Cobbold was built at the shipyard of Wm. Bayley & Sons in 1847 and the first entry in the book reading “Disbursement of the Sch. John Cobbold, Wm. Jas. Handley, commander, on a voyage from London to Jaffa, thence to Alexandria, from thence to Gloucester, beginning April 20th and ended 17th Nov. 1847” is her maiden voyage.  She commenced her career as a schooner but was later converted into a brig as evidenced by an 1851 entry “Disbursements of the Brig John Cobbold on a voyage to Coquimbo”.  Further on there is a record of a heavy shipyard account which no doubt represented the extra cost of the spars, sails, etc. required to convert her into a brig.

Later on, in 1855 it is certain her rig was again altered and this time into a barque for the entry includes “Lengthening 26 feet in Midships as per agreement….£900 0 0”.  Henceforward she is described as the Barque

John Cobbold. This is the only intimation in the book that the rig was altered but what a fine piece of craftsmanship! To cut a brig in halves and lengthen her 26 feet amidships, and fit another mast, spars and rigging, to make her into a barque was a wonderful achievement.  And this was done over 150 years ago; so much for stretch limos!

This is the only intimation in the book that the rig was altered but what a fine piece of craftsmanship! To cut a brig in halves and lengthen her 26 feet amidships, and fit another mast, spars and rigging, to make her into a barque was a wonderful achievement.  And this was done over 150 years ago; so much for stretch limos!


A Day’s Hunting.
For Hester’s spectacles to-day
I’ve hunted through and through the house;
Now, naughty Ghill, you’ve run away,
And pounced upon a wretched mouse,
Or frog may be; with Taff in tow
To deepest spinnies you will go,
(I know your ways) and seek a hare
And find him deep within his lair,
And some poor little partridge too
You’ll stalk; a lot I’ll pay for you,
Before you’ve done, or p’raps they’ll shoot
Or crush you with a heavy boot;
So all my hunting is not done
To-day, for I must straightway run,
And find my dog, where’er he be,
What miles I’ll go, ah wretched me!


Congratulations to Ipswich Borough Council on winning £2.8million from the Heritage Lottery Fund and the Big Lottery Fund for the restoration of Holywells Park.

Holy Wells (as it was then spelled) was built by John Cobbold (1745-1835) and he and his second wife, Elizabeth (1764-1824) moved in with their large family just before Christmas 1814.  Next year’s celebrations of the completion of the restoration of the park will therefore take place on the 200th anniversary of the Cobbolds’ occupation and coincidentally the 250th anniversary of Elizabeth’s birth.  In modern parlance (with which the writer is not very familiar!) how cool is that?

The mansion stayed in the family until 1930 when, following the death of John Dupuis Cobbold it was sold to Lord Woodbridge who gave it to the Borough.  The park was opened to the public in 1936 but the main house was pulled down in 1962.  The remaining stable block and orangery will be restored as part of the project.

To mark the start of the restoration there is to be a Heritage Day at Holywells on August 14th 2013 at which the Trust will be displaying the Elizabeth Cobbold scissor-cut Valentines (these are not often shown) alongside a demonstration of paper cutting by Lois Cordelia (scalpel) and Erica (scherenschnitte – scissors) Bülow Osborne, both well-known Suffolk artists.

Our three illustrations show the gardens, the clock tower and the orangery as they were in 1985.

Anthony Cobbold



And now I’ll try and describe our Ghill,
With a black patch not unsightly;
All owners he’d with envy fill,
A Seelyham young and sprightly.
His coat’s as white as driven snow,
The patch only adds to his beauty;
There’s nothing that he doesn’t know,
He’s cute with a sense of duty.
He’s always wagging his darling tail,
Of love ‘tis his expression,
Tho’, when he has his bath in the pail,
His tail goes down with depression.
He came to us, a little stray pup,
Who close by the door was lying;
We fed him at once and nursed him up,
We thought at first he was dying.
He’s a wonderful dog, for he sings in tune,
In tune like a man or woman;
We’re all quite sure he’ll be talking soon,
For he’s just like human.
He’s a very good dog, tho’ once he was bad
And disobeyed his master,
Who as a result an accident had,
And had to be done up in plaster.
A better dog you ne’er could meet,
Tho’ once he was ungrateful,
When he left his master lying in the street
And ran away; then he was hateful.
When the National Anthem at Buxton they sang,
He sat up, because he was loyal;
With his praises the whole of the Concert Hall rang,
At his love for the Family Royal.
He’s a hunter, like Nimrod, mighty and keen
And he loves to pursue the rabbit;
A more sporting doggie has never been seen,
And if he gets near it, he’ll grab it.
There’s a game that he plays, a game with a ball,
With his teeth a pair of nippers,
But the game, that he loves far best of all,
Is to bite my carpet slippers.
I’m afraid he’s a dog that we all of us spoil,
But my wife is the worst offender,
Thro’ platefuls of meat she’ll make Ghillie toil,
And steak so juicy and tender.
I needn’t remark that what I’ve said
About our doggie’s feeding
Was before the war, for he gets no bread
Or meat, that the country’s needing.
He has to live on Melox now,
Tho’ much he doth detest it,
But it’s good enough for a bow-wow-wow,
And he can soon digest it.
Last holidays, when he was terribly ill,
There ne’re was a dog so plucky;
In the wide wide world there’s only one Ghill,
And to own him we’re jolly lucky.


Aline Irene Dorothea (Dolly) HOPE (1880-1968) #1436 on the tree was a granddaughter of Lucy Cobbold (1828-1916) #182; she compiled two very intriguing scrap books which have recently been kindly donated to the Trust by Kathy Bailey.  Quite apart from Dolly’s grandparental connection, Kathy’s mother, Mrs. Margaret Prior worked at the brewery in the 1980s and 90s and with the scrap books has come a framed picture invitation showing the brewery in the early 1900s.  Much information from the many newspaper cuttings has yet to be extracted but in the mean time our sincere thanks to Kathy Bailey.

Bruce Cobbold #542 has kindly donated a copy of his latest translation: Red Flare, Cicero’s On Old Age; full of good sense and lacking in sentimentality; for which the Trust is most grateful.

N G L Hammond’s account of his exploits; Venture into Greece with the Guerrillas, 1943-44 has been acquired by the Trust.  Hammond (1907-2001) #3823 was a classical scholar whose knowledge of Greece won him a DSO and was of enormous help to the Allies.

Life and Death in Pompeii and Herculaneum at The British Museum until 29th September is worthy of a ‘bust gut.’  Richard (Dick) John Frederick Edgcumbe MVO JP (1843-1937) #797 was a writer and a great lover of Italy.  He visited Pompeii in April 1925 when new excavations had taken place.  In his book brought back from Pompeii we have found his poem dedicated to a Roman Sentry found on his post at the Porta Marina, written in his own hand.


He stood at his post when the ashes fell-
When the sea at his feet was lashed to foam-
Undaunted by scenes of terrestrial Hell-
A dutiful son of Imperial Rome!
He leant on his spear in the gathering cloud
Awaiting a summer that never came!
Till, wrapt in the folds of a scorching shroud,
He died where he stood, unnoticed by Fame-
They found him at last by the old Sea-Gate,
Entombed in the ashes of countless years-
Ages have passed, and we honour his fate
By that tribute of Love – a pilgrim’s tears!

Richard Edgcumbe
Naples, 6th April 1925



July heralds the launch of the Trust’s FRIENDS campaign and a little modification to the Trust’s corporate identity both of which are illustrated.

The CFHT seeks your support initially to build up an endowment fund to ensure its long term survival but as time goes on the Trust will need a body of support to continually enhance and develop its work.

Please show your support for the FRIENDS now by subscribing or donating and in the future by helping with specific opportunities such as gifts in kind, legacies, book purchases and one-off fund raisers.

Here’s a thought for you!  When you have decided to become a FRIEND please try to think of two or three other family members who might be persuaded to do likewise.  We need every bit of help we can muster and small donations will be equally appreciated.  Thank you.

Anthony Cobbold
July 2013


Family Relationships

It’s more than a silken strand that links family members but many of us sometimes have difficulty determining such relationships accurately so we have provided a chart which should help.  Go to Family Relationships on the main menu.

Family History Anthem

Reproduced from the March 2013 issue of Genealogists’ Magazine.
Source and author unknown; possibly a medieval spoof, but a rather nice one!

The limbs that move, the eyes that see,
These are not entirely me;
Dead men and women helped to shape
The mold which I do not escape;
The words I speak, my written line,
These are not uniquely mine.
For in my heart and in my will
Old ancestors are warring still,
Celt, Roman, Saxon, and all the dead,
From whose rich blood my veins are fed,
In aspect, gesture, voices, tone,
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone;
In fields they tilled I plow the sod,
I walk the mountain paths they trod;
and round my daily steps arise
‘the good, the bad’ those I comprise.



My Wife’s Spectacles

Her specs are here, her specs are there,
Her spectacles are my despair,
Sometimes they’re found upon the stairs,
At times in depths of cosy chairs.
I seek them here, I seek them there,
At times I feel inclined to swear,
These demmed elusive spectacles,
They’re in some sofa’s tentacles.
I search the ground and grope the floors,
I hunt in vain without a pause,
But all she says is “lend me thine,
They suit me just as well as mine”.


Felix Thornley Cobbold (1841-1909) #201 in the family tree was the eleventh child of John Chevallier Cobbold (1797-1882) #114.  In the course of his life he was a barrister, a Cambridge academic, a farmer, a banker and a brewer.  In public life he was a JP, Mayor of Ipswich and twice an MP for Suffolk constituencies, and above all a philanthropist.  His most memorable legacies are The Felix Cobbold (Agricultural) Trust and Christchurch Mansion.

The Trust pleads guilty to having acquired and added to its archive his barrister’s wig, complete with its stand and carrying case.


Last month we promised a description of the wonderful new window at Wortham Church, designed by Deborah Lowe.  It has to be seen to be fully appreciated but our description here should be sufficient to whet your visual appetite.  The window comprises two vertical lights, left and right with  four tracery panels above and they are described in that order.  The three roundels in each of the vertical lights illustrate the passage of the day using soft morning colours at the bottom, sunny midday skies in the middle and sunset colours at the top and each contains a natural scene to represent the hamlets of Wortham or its place in Suffolk

Left Hand Light 

The lower roundel represents The Marsh and The Brook hosting Flag Iris, Marsh Marigold and Alder enlivened by a dragonfly in flight.

The middle roundel has a tractor ploughing a field with a horse drawn plough in the background symbolising continuity in times of changing technology, framed by Hawthorn and Queen Anne’s Lace, surmounted by aeroplane vapour trails forming a cross in the sky.

The top roundel shows an open view across The Ling above which flies a Gatekeeper butterfly symbolising Life after Death.

Right Hand Light

The lower roundel shows the Faith, Hope and Charity arches of the Wortham Primary School (built by Rev. Richard Cobbold in 1862) with a pair of Magpies representing Magpie Green and locally found Celandine, Black Poplar and Lime.

The middle roundel has at its centre the Cathedral Tower at Bury St. Edmunds with the old priory ruins in the background and features Ivy (faithfulness and eternal light), a Holly Blue (resurrection and life after death) and Poppies to remind us that 1914 saw the start of WWI as well as the creation of the new Diocese of St. Edmundsbury with Ipswich.

The top roundel includes a portrait of the 1953 Coronation Oak on Long Green, (60th anniversary this year) above which is a glimpse of a Skylark, the epitome of joyful praise.

Tracery Panels

Theses contain the Coats of Arms of the Diocese, and of the Friends of Wortham Church (illustrated) together with flowers to symbolise our patron saint, The Virgin Mary.

Anthony Cobbold
June 2013


News in the press recently suggesting that there might soon be new hands on the tiller (sorry! not a very appropriate analogy; let’s try again) … new occupants of the boardroom at Arsenal remind us of the long if loose relationship between the two clubs.  We are not speculating that if they met on the pitch the outcome would be anything other than totally predictable; we are talking not about performance but about principle.

It is said that John Murray (Ivan) Cobbold (1879-1944) #448 in the family tree was to have gone shooting with Sir Samuel Hill-Wood (1872-1949) #8506 but as the shoot was cancelled, was taken to an Arsenal match where Sir Samuel was chairman instead.  Ivan enjoyed the experience so much that he decided to put up the money for Ipswich to turn professional in 1936.  The Corinthian philosophy of fair play was common to both clubs and survived in part because the chairmanship was passed down within the families.  Sir Samuel’s grandson Peter #5431 became chairman on his father’s death in 1982 and is rumoured to be likely to stand down shortly.  Both Ivan’s sons chaired Ipswich Town and it was the elder, John (1927-1983) #575 who received a case of champagne from Peter’s father, Denis as reward for telling the mutually disliked chairman of the Football Association to buzz off (though it is unlikely those was his actual word!).

On the family front, Denis’s mother in law was Violet Hambro (1884-1965) #5427 and Peter went into banking and became a vice-chairman of Hambros Bank, recruiting a colleague Sir Chips Keswick #992 to the Arsenal Board, and Ivan’s sister, Pamela (1900-1932) #452 married Sir Charles Hambro (1897-1963) #453, a story recorded recently in Jane Dismore’s book, The Voice from the Garden.

It seems wholly appropriate that the Trust should congratulate the Hill-Wood family on 84 years at Arsenal and wish Peter a long and happy retirement when the time comes.

Anthony Cobbold
June 2013


There may well be other family members who are keen potters but we doubt there are many as dedicated as Gregory Tingay #675 on the family tree.

Gregory’s studio is at Dartmouth Park Pottery, 122 Dartmouth Park Hill, London N19 5HT where his ‘phone number is 0207 263 3398.

We show here some examples of his exceptional work which is on display at his EVOLUTIONS EXHIBITION at Cranley Gallery, 3 Cranley Gardens, London N10 3AA.  The exhibition is open by appointment ( or 020 8883 3557) from 17th June to 26th June.  However, all family members are invited to attend a Private View on one of the following dates:

Saturday 15th June from 2-8

Sunday 16th June from 2-7

Saturday 22nd June from 2-8

Sunday 23rd June from 2-7

If you are not able to get to his exhibition a warm welcome awaits you at the Dartmouth Park Pottery but it is probably worth ringing in advance.


My Wife’s Lament.

Ah! Once we were a happy pair,
But now for me he doesn’t care,
He loves his odes, and out they pop:
Each hour I hope that they will stop,
But on he goes from day to day
Without a pause to my dismay;
Nought checks the current of his thought,
(He really has the fever caught).
He’ll write his odes, till death him claims,
Unless his hand he badly maims,
And then can write no more: oh drat!
I fear there’s little chance of that.



AN ‘ENTIRE’May 2013

The trust has acquired what is known in the trade as an ‘entire’ – that is a letter sent by Royal Mail (back in the days when the mail got the priority it deserved!) before the introduction of envelopes.  It was posted on 29th March 1843 at the Ipswich Main Post Office by J C & Alfred Cobbold, Solicitors to Messrs Ambrose, Solicitors at Manningtree.

Comprising a single sheet of paper the outside bears the red 1d paid stamp applied by the Ipswich office which sent it to the Manningtree office which needed nothing more than the name of the recipient.  On the inside no letterhead was necessary as the signature and Ipswich said it all.  The paper is a high quality laid paper by Crown Britannia sporting an excellent watermark.

J C Cobbold is of course John Chevallier Cobbold (1797-1882) #114 in the tree and Alfred is his younger brother (1813-1882) #136.  It must have been a considerable blow to the business when 2 partners died almost within a month of each other.

Sadly, being old and faded the document does not reproduce well for which apologies.


Many family members and friends will know that Richard Cobbold (1797-1877) #106 in the tree, was Rector at Wortham from 1826 until his death and left us (now in the Suffolk Record Office) a wonderful illustrated account of the village and its people, in addition to his best selling novel, Margaret Catchpole.

For many, many years The Friends of Wortham Church have provided indispensable  support for the fabric of the church but this has meant that their generosity has been largely unseen.  To celebrate the centenary of the diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich and to make a highly visible and aesthetic contribution to the church the Friends raised the money necessary for a brand new stained glass window.

On a beautiful sunny, if windy, Sunday in April the new window was dedicated and blessed by our Bishop, The Right Reverend Nigel Stock at a service of Songs of Praise.  The window was designed by Deborah Lowe and includes a feast of local interests and influences most skilfully blended such that a good half hour is necessary to gain a full appreciation.  A full description of the window will be given in a future Cobbweb but for the moment we will concentrate on the dedication.

Needless to say I was delighted to have been invited, and to sit next to Constance Hiller (née Cobbold) #608 and her husband George #609 who both had special reason to be there.  George’s father, Rev. Hubert George Hiller #3003 was appointed Rector of Wortham in April 1935 (the living was sold by Richard Cobbold to King’s College, Cambridge) having earlier been the  Initial Priest, that is the first priest ordained in the new diocese whose centenary we were marking today.  As if that were not enough, George and Constance were married by George’s father in this very church in 1958.

Anthony Cobbold  May 2013.


Eleanor Plumer (1885-1967) #2555 in the tree, was the great, great granddaughter of Sir Thomas Plumer (1753-1824) #855, Master of the Rolls, 1818-1824, and the eldest of three daughters of Field Marshal Herbert Charles Onslow Plumer, 1st Viscount Plumer (1857-1932) #2546 and Annie Constance Goss (1858-1941) #2547

Eleanor became a great British educator.  She read English at Oxford as an external student from King’s College in London, where she stayed on as Lecturer and Tutor to women students, later becoming Warden of the Mary Ward Settlement from 1923 to 1927.  Her next appointment was at St Andrew’s Hall in the University of Reading where she was again Warden from 1927 to 1931.

In 1940 she was selected from an eminent short list to become Principal of the Society of Oxford Home Students.  In the early days of women’s education the home student society was one of the best routes available.  Between 1940 and her retirement in 1953 she employed every ounce of her innate skill and determination overseeing the, far from easy, transition of her Society to a fully fledged St. Anne’s College within the University of Oxford.  During the war years she spent her long vacations as a factory hand at the Morris works in Cowley and for a time the Library’s Fulford Room served as a highly productive munitions factory!

A book of collected student memories of their principal was published to mark the opening of Eleanor Plumer House, a graduate centre in Oxford.  The few extracts we reproduce here give a good indication of the affection and respect felt by her pupils.

1938  She was a skilful and humorous friend to students and colleagues, a wise and courageous leader.  I wish I had known her better.

1942  I see now her slight, frail figure, always immaculately dressed in a dark suit, as concealing enormous will and spirit.

1943  Later when I was working in London and just strolling along Piccadilly I was surprised to be caught by her umbrella handle and asked how I was getting on.

1946  Miss Plumer had a quiet but penetrating sense of humour, and was a great inspiration to me, to St. Anne’s and to the University.

1947  For a full five years this wonderful woman loyally supported me and I shall always be extremely grateful to her.

1948  She was so sharp, funny and wise that we all looked up to her and trusted she would bring the College to its new status.

1950  We all wholeheartedly shared her delight in the celebrations surrounding the granting to the Society of full college status, with its own coat of arms (those of the Plumer family).

1951  I remember a small, brisk, elderly woman, upright in deportment and business-like.  Eye contact was difficult behind the strong ‘pebble’ lenses of her glasses.

1952  She had a considerable presence, and expectations of mental as well as physical embodiment of wisdom were not disappointed.

Alumni of St. Anne’s include Mary Archer (1962); Edwina Currie (1965); Polly Toynbee (1966); Libby Purves (1968); Tina Brown (1971); Simon Rattle (1971) and Danny Alexander (1990).

Interestingly, the present Principal, appointed in 2004, is Tim Gardam who was awarded a double first in English at Gonville & Caius, Cambridge, a college with which the Cobbold family has a substantial connection and Jack Cobbold (1994-) goes up to St Anne’s in autumn 2013.




Always the same

I ne’er find fault with you, my wife,
Yet your remarks cut like a knife;
You always say “’Tis you’re unkind,
What I have lost, you ne’er can find;
My pen is gone, my specs are lost;
The fault is yours, a lot they cost;
Now, Nevill, search for them, I say,
Without a stop both night and day”!
Thus I am forced to spend my time
In hunting round (I speak in rhyme)
For what I’ve never moved at all,
I’m always at your beck and call.
I search in vain and wander round,
Where’er they’re likely to be found,
Yet still your bidding’s just the same,
“Go, search again, for you’re to blame”!



ANZAC DAY APRIL 25thApril 2013

ANZAC Day is a day of National Remembrance in Australia and New Zealand to honour the members of the Australia and New Zealand Army Corps who fought at Gallipoli and all those who served and died in military operations for their countries. This year marks the 98th anniversary of the landings on 25th April at what is now known as ANZAC Cove. This campaign is widely recognised as the first major action by Australian and New Zealand troops and it was one in which their losses exceeded 11,000 dead. It was also the occasion for the epic swim to shore in total darkness by General Freyberg VC (#3174 on the tree) in advance of further landings. As a British born New Zealander, Freyberg who later became Governor-General of New Zealand participated in ANZAC Day celebrations every year for the rest of his life. For him and for all our family members with antipodean connections it is right that we pay tribute.

I have selected a poem entitled Gallipoli by Staff Sergeant Sydney Bolitho of the 6th Battalion Australian Imperial Force (AIF) written in the trenches at Gaba Tepe which was at the southern end of ANZAC Cove. Shortly after writing this poem, Sydney Bolitho received serious injuries and was repatriated but whilst recovering he contracted tuberculosis from which he died in 1919. He was buried with full military honours at the White Hills Cemetery in Bendigo, Victoria, Australia.


The new dawn lights the eastern sky;
Night shades are lifted from the sea,
The Third Brigade with courage storm
Thy wooded heights, Gallipoli
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Australians tread Gallipoli.

Thunderous bursts from iron mouths -
Myriad messengers of death,
Warships ply their deadly fire
Watching comrades hold their breath
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
There's hell upon Gallipoli.

Serried ranks upon the beach,
Courage beams in every eye
These Australian lads can face
Giant Death, though e'er so nigh,
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
There's death upon Gallipoli.

On they press in endless stream,
Up the heights they shouting go;
Comrades fall; but still press on
They press the now retreating foe
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
The Turks flee on Gallipoli.


One by one the brave lie low,
Machine Guns, shrapnel do their work;
Brave Australians know no fear,
Never have been known to shirk,
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Their names carved on Gallipoli.

Reduced, cut up, there numbers show
The murderous fire that swept thy field;
But still victorious they stand,
Who never have been known to yield
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Thick dead lie on Gallipoli.

For days they hold with grim set grip,
Their feet firm planted on the shore,
Repelling every fierce attack
And cheerfully they seek for more
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
Their trenches line Gallipoli.
For thirty weary days they fight,
For Britain's sake they give their best;
With uncomplaining voice they stand
And neither look nor ask for rest
Gallipoli ! Gallipoli !
They've conquered thee, Gallipoli.

The waves break on thy wave swept shores,
The breeze still blows across thy hills;
But crosses near and far abound,
A sight that deepest grief instils
Gallipoli! Gallipoli !
Their graves lie on Gallipoli.


Please help Mrs Bowry to establish the ownership of the Manor House on St. Margaret’s Green, Ipswich between 1660 and 1700.  This is before the Cobbolds lived there.  She is researching her ancestor Nathaniel Bacon MP.  If you can help please contact the Trust.

Peter Cobbold (#533 on the tree) who was Professor of Geology at Rennes University, France, specialising in Plate Tectonics and is now (since 2011) an Emeritus Research Fellow there, has been selected for an entry in ‘Marquis’s Who’s Who in the World’ 2013.  You can go to his website via the Trust’s ‘LINKS’

Susan M Roberts, Professor of Geography, University of Kentucky,is thanked for a lot of information on the Robinson and Cameron families which feature in our family tree.

Thanks also for similar help from Chris Heath in Canada and Simon Toynbee, on the wealthy Victorian industrialist Heath family about whom we will write a Cobbweb in due course.

On a lighter note…Rex Parkin

(#553 on the tree) who had a ‘tailors’ dummy’ figure was clothed entirely free by his tailor, Plenderleith, whilst up at Cambridge, on condition that admirers of his sartorial elegance were steered towards their shop on King’s Parade!

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