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My guess is that ZW was a member of the Church of England (as he organised the Isleworth Charity Children for the foundation stone laying for Holy Trinity and was buried there). I'm not sure if the chapel there would have had an organ in his day. I think he spent a fair bit of his early life in and around Maidenhead possibly as a singing master/ professor of music. Later he appears to have settled in Hounslow.I sing with the London Gallery Quirehttp://www.lgq.org.uk/Snippet from the about us page on the website:"West Gallery Church music, so described because it was often performed by a band of singers and instrumentalists from a gallery at the west end of a church, was the repertoire of town and country churches from about 1720-1850. It differs markedly from cathedral music, both in style and function. It was written for and in many cases by amateur musicians; professional performance was not usually envisaged. Much of the repertoire consists of settings of the metrical psalms; there are also hymns, anthems and canticles. The music is often of a very lively and joyful nature; too lively indeed for the reformers of the mid-19th Century Oxford Movement, who sought to replace it with the more staid and solemn repertoire typified by Hymns Ancient and Modern." [The "On Ilkely Moor baht'at" tune was originally a hymn tune for the text "Grace, what a charming sound, Harmonious to the ear..." ]We would take Eaton at a much faster lick than the sound file you mentioned !The earlier tunes lasted longer in Methodist circles (they were slower to embrace Hymns A&M when the fashions changed).Next gig, if you are passing , is a "concert" at Petersham Church in September before adjourning to the Dysart Arms for a chat on Thomas Hardy (who was nostalgic for and wrote about the gallery musicians in Under the Greenwood Tree) by his recent biographer, Clare Tomalin.

Tim Henderson ● 6581d

Well Jim, as well as listening to Bach, I would have been excited by the new music abroad, see below.The house was built in the same year Beethoven was born, 1770, so I’m sure I would have taken Mozart’s advice “When Beethoven was sixteen, he played for Mozart, who reportedly said, ‘Keep your eyes on him; someday he will give the world something to talk about.’" In 1802 I would have looked out of the window and seen the 10 year old Shelley on his way to The Sion House Academy, across the road (now the Royal Mail delivery building),  not suspecting his future brilliance.The great poet Samuel Coleridge was writing at this time, so I would have read his Kubla Khan and dreamt that Syon Lodge was Xanadu! (see below).Some Key music events at the time of the first 30 years of Syon Lodge 1770-1800 :1770 December 17 Ludwig van Beethoven was born in Bonn.1772 First Encyclopedia Britannica issued in Scotland.1775 James Watt perfects the steam engine.1776 American Declaration of Independence signed.1782 Nucciki Paganini born Genoa in Italy.1783 Great Britain formally recognizes American independence.1784 Haydn and Mozart may have meet in Vienna.Haydn composed the Paris Symphonies (Nos. 82-87). 1785 Mozart dedicated to his friend, Joseph Haydn, six string quartets.1786 Mozart's Marriage of Figaro first performed.When Beethoven was sixteen, he played for Mozart, who reportedly said, "Keep your eyes on him; someday he will give the world something to talk about." 1787 Mozart's Don Giovanni was first performed.Christoph Willibald von Gluck dies. 1788 Carl Philip Emanuel Bach dies.Mozart composed Symphony No. 40 in G minor and Symphony No. 41 Jupiter. The Bridge from Classical to Romantic1789 French Revolution takes place.George Washington (1789-1797) 1790 Immanuel Kant publishes his Critique of JudgementMozart's The Magic Flute was performed. 1791 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart dies.Franz Schubert born. 1791-1795 Hadyn composed the London Symphonies, which include the No. 92 the Oxford, No. 94 the Surprise, and No. 101 the Clock.1792 France declared a Republic.Thirteen years old Beethoven traveled to Vienna where he studied with Joseph Haydn for a year. Guiaccguno Rossini born. 1793 First national art gallery in Europe, the Louvre, opens.1797 Gaetano Donizetti born in Bergamo, Italy.Franz Schubert born. 1798 Haydn's great oratorio The Creation was performed.Lyrical Ballads of William Wordsworth appears. First music periodical appears in Leipzig. 1799 Napoleon Bonaparte nominated First Consul of France. Rosetta Stone discovered in Egypt.Kubla KhanIn Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!A savage place! as holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon-lover!And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,A mighty fountain momently was forced:Amid whose swift half-intermitted burstHuge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and everIt flung up momently the sacred river.Five miles meandering with a mazy motionThrough wood and dale the sacred river ran,Then reached the caverns measureless to man,And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from farAncestral voices prophesying war!The shadow of the dome of pleasureFloated midway on the waves;Where was heard the mingled measureFrom the fountain and the caves.It was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw:It was an Abyssinian maid,And on her dulcimer she played,Singing of Mount Abora.Could I revive within meHer symphony and song,To such a deep delight 'twould win meThat with music loud and longI would build that dome in air,That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair!Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread,For he on honey-dew hath fedAnd drunk the milk of Paradise.Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Duncan Walker ● 6583d

Lovely photo from the front, Jim. I could see myself living there in the late 1700s, when it was built. That era has an appeal to me, as a period of exciting discovery and artistic development, and Isleworth/Brentford was a good place to be. You are right that today, with the noise from the main road and the aircraft, it does detract from what must have been an idyllic location, with an odd stage coach or two rolling past.I found this article on Times Online which has a photo of a great fireplace and says it was skilled Polish craftsmen who did the latest refurbishment.I think I would have preferred more of a 1700 feel to the refurbishment.See: http://property.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/property/article2064748.eceFrom The TimesJuly 13, 2007Grate expectationsSyon Lodge, on sale for £6.75m, has arguably the finest fireplace in England plus a host of modern features, writes Marcus BinneyTHERE is no bigger box of tricks in London. Better still, the tricks are both ancient and modern. The house, though built for the Dowager Duchess of Northumberland in 1770 on the edge of the Percy family’s glorious Syon Park estate on the Thames, is more familiar in its second incarnation as “Crowther of Syon Lodge”. Tom, Bert and Derek Crowther were among Britain’s most famous, and occasionally infamous, dealers in antiques, garden statuary, marble fireplaces and entire period rooms, which they shipped both ways across the Atlantic; Vanderbilt ballrooms from New York would appear in their brochures. Syon Lodge looks the perfect grand Georgian teacaddy house but, in fact, much of the interior came from other grand houses. “My great-grandad, Bert, bought it derelict from the 8th Duke in 1928,” says Paul Crowther, who is now selling it for £6.75 million. Paul bought the house in 2005, two years after his father, Derek, closed the family business. Paul was determined that the one-acre garden should not go the way of the next-door lot and be packed full with Georgian-style townhouses that look as if they are cardboard cutouts from Toy-town. “My father said: ‘Put up or shut up. If you want it, pay what the developer will pay’.” After the firm closed, says Paul, all its records, telling a story of a vanished world of English and Scottish town and country houses, went on the skip. His girlfriend is Polish and for two years skilled Polish craftsmen have transformed the house from showroom and rundown offices into the smartest gizmo-packed residence in London. “It took two men 18 months just to relay the York paving in the garden,” Paul tells me as we stroll along the perimeter walk. “Some of the slabs are this thick,” he says, making a ten-inch handspread. “Each slab took four men to lift,” he adds. When I admire the neatly planted squares of vegetables, he says: “Our Polish builders grew their own veg, and caught fish in the lake.” This is evidently the lake just across the garden wall in Syon Park. “Everyone said: ‘With a big garden like this why don’t you build a swimming pool and a gym?’ ” Instead there’s a cascade pouring down a giant rockery, two fountains, a salvaged Venetian loggia made of the same glorious pinky marble as the Doge’s Palace and a Strawberry Hill Gothick summerhouse that his daughter uses for yoga and meditation. Grand steps lead to a front door surmounted by a fanlight as exquisite as any in Georgian Dublin. Inside there is the finest carved medieval stone fireplace I have ever seen in England, complete with a high relief carving of St George slaying the Dragon. There’s also a wealth of faux Elizabethan ceiling plasterwork with Tudor roses and thistles. In the hayloft Paul has made a sleek modern flat. But that is nothing to what awaits in the main house. Here high-tech rules. In the drinks room a cupboard opens to reveal music systems for every room and the workings of a power-assisted satellite dish on the roof. In each room there is a panel allowing you a choice of world radio, or you can play your favourite, preinstalled music. Music for an allnight party or for a children’s do is instantly available – or you could listen out for baby in another room or announce that dinner is ready. The mosaic-floored, walk-in showers are large enough not to require doors. Shower heads the size of frying pans give a downpour of tropical intensity. There’s underfloor heating and heated chrome ladder tower rails. The master bathroom has a TV with surround-sound in its own glass-fronted box – just as Charlie Chaplin had in his 1957 film A King in New York (complete with windscreen wiper). The cinema room also comes with full surround sound. “I heard of one Premier League fanatic who paid £50,000 just for a projector but that’s going too far,” Paul says. The LED lights on the skirting are another trick, giving a low glow so children do not feel left in darkness. The CCTV cameras allow the house’s owner to keep an eye on it from a laptop anywhere in the world. If you buy Syon Lodge, one thing is certain: you’ll spend a lot of time being the tour guide. Take a tour around the finest country houses for sale in Britain at: timesonline.co.uk/marcusbinney FACTFILE WHAT YOU GET: Large townhouse with nine bedrooms, one-acre garden and separate flat in stable wing; electronic wrought-iron gates; in all 9,715 sq ft. WHERE IT IS: London Road, Isleworth. Eight miles to Hyde Park Corner. PRICE: £6.75 million through Featherstone Leigh, 020-8940 1575

Duncan Walker ● 6583d

Keith,If you put ‘Fenn’ in the search field at the top right of the index page, you will find topics where we talked about George Manville Fenn, before, particularly in the topics: ‘Syon Lodge development’‘Isleworth cemetery and Geaorge Fenn’s grave’‘Authors who lived in the Brentford Area and Brentford appearing in literature’ In the topics there are also some great photos taken by Jim, including Fenn’s gravestone in the Isleworth graveyard behind the West Middlesex Hospital.Here are some extracts from before:George Manville Fenn (1831-1909); English novelist, boys' writer lived there in 1898. I found this reference to a letter sent from Syon Lodge:http://www.holmesautographs.com/cgi-bin/dha455.cgi/7261.html?id=LmabFtwGMr. Fenn was a writer of fiction for over fifty years.  He died at his well-known residence, Syon Lodge, Isleworth (a fine old-fashioned house) on August 27, 1909, leaving a splendid library of over 25,000 well-chosen volumes, and an estate which was sworn for probate at £11,778.  Unlike many of the old Fleet Street Bohemian writers of fiction who passed away in obscurity and oblivion penniless and nameless, Mr. Fenn left his family a respectable fortune and revered name.  Apart from his literary achievements, Mr. Fenn was an expert gardener, as those who know Syon Lodge, a well-known landmark, can testify. http://www.geocities.com/justingilb/texts/PEEPS.htmThis website, which has 60 of George Manville Fenn's books online:http://www.athelstane.co.uk/gmanfenn/index.htmI suppose we can claim he was Brentford's most prolific and famous author?I found this lovely article http://www.oldandsold.com/articles33n/celebrities-21.shtml, which was published in 1912 and it refers to George Manville Fenn being a good friend of another local author R D Blackmoore, the author of Lorna Doone.  Blackmoore lived in Teddington and the article mentions their common pastime of growing and selling fruit from their gardens:“[Blackmoore] sending his fruits to Covent Garden, and his novels to Fleet Street or thereabout to make good the losses on the fruit. He paid for his hobby, in part at least, with his books, and in doing so did not feel that he was making a sacrifice of them or of his dignity. It was exceptionally fine fruit that filled the round wicker baskets of the familiar pattern which, bearing his name in big black letters, were trundled down to market along the level highway, orchard-bound, between Teddington and Brentford to meet at Busch Corner, where the Isleworth Road connects with the Hounslow Road, the similar produce of another novelist, a friend of his, and a dear old friend of mine, George Manville Fenn, who for a quarter of a century or more divided himself between the loom of fiction and a walled, old-world garden within the bounds of the Duke of Northumberland's Syon Park. If testimony is wanted I am willing to affirm that better fruit than that of R. D. Blackmore and George Manville Fenn was never sent to market: nor ever had the brotherhood of gardeners more honest or more enthusiastic followers than they. What pleasant memories spring from the alleys and coverts of Fenn's garden, with masses of glowing flowers, its lawn and the pavilion-like mulberry trees and weeping ashes that sheltered us in their cool and dappled shade at tea-time ! The two men were not unlike in their tastes and temperaments. Both were tall, genial, and mild; both charmed by a sort of radiant simplicity.” It describes a time when this area still had its market gardens.

Duncan Walker ● 6604d