Craigenputtock

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rdf:langString Craigenputtock House and Estate

rdf:langString Craigenputtock House and Estate

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rdf:langString Georgian

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rdf:langString The family of Welsh

rdf:langString Painting by George Moir 1829

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rdf:langString The Craig

rdf:langString Thou too hast travell'd, little fluttering thing— Hast seen the world, and now thy weary wing Thou too must rest. But much, my little bird, couldst thou but tell, I 'd give to know why here thou lik'st so well To build thy nest. For thou hast pass'd fair places in thy flight; A world lay all beneath thee where to light; And, strange thy taste, Of all the varied scenes that met thine eye, Of all the spots for building 'neath the sky, To choose this waste. Did fortune try thee? was thy little purse Perchance run low, and thou, afraid of worse, Felt here secure? Ah, no! thou need'st not gold, thou happy one! Thou know'st it not. Of all God's creatures, man Alone is poor. What was it, then? some mystic turn of thought Caught under German eaves, and hither brought, Marring thine eye For the world's loveliness, till thou art grown A sober thing that dost but mope and moan, Not knowing why? Nay, if thy mind be sound, I need not ask, Since here I see thee working at thy task With wing and beak. A well-laid scheme doth that small head contain, At which thou work'st, brave bird, with might and main, Nor more need'st seek. In truth, I rather take it thou hast got By instinct wise much sense about thy lot, And hast small care Whether an Eden or a desert be Thy home, so thou remainst alive, and free To skim the air. God speed thee, pretty bird; may thy small nest With little ones all in good time be blest. I love thee much; For well thou managest that life of thine, While I! Oh, ask not what I do with mine! Would I were such!

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rdf:langString Craigenputtock (usually spelled by the Carlyles as Craigenputtoch) is the craig/whinstone hill of the puttocks (small hawks). It is the 800-acre (3.2 km2) upland farming estate in the civil parish of Dunscore in Dumfriesshire, within the District Council Region of Dumfries and Galloway. It comprises the principal residence – a two-storey, four bedroomed Georgian Country House (category B listed), two cottages and a farmstead, 315 acres (127 ha) of moorland hill rising to 1,000 ft (300 m) above sea level, 350 acres (140 ha) of inbye ground of which 40 acres (16 ha) is arable/ploughable and 135 acres (55 ha) of woodland/forestry. It was once the residence of the well-known writer Thomas Carlyle, who wrote many famous works there. It was the property for generations (circa 1500) of the family Welsh, and eventually that of their heiress, Jane Baillie Welsh Carlyle (1801–1866) (descended on the paternal side from Elizabeth, the youngest daughter of John Knox), which the Carlyles made their dwelling-house in 1828, where they remained for seven years (before moving to Carlyle's House in Cheyne Row, London), and where Sartor Resartus was written. The property was bequeathed by Thomas Carlyle to the Edinburgh University on his death in 1881. It is now home to the Carter-Campbell family, and managed by the C.C.C. (Carlyle Craigenputtock Circle). It is certain that for living and thinking in, I have never since found in the world a place so favourable. How blessed might poor mortals be in the straitest circumstances if their wisdom and fidelity to heaven and to one another were adequately great! — Thomas Carlyle on Craigenputtock