Thanks very much. Incidentally, I am looking into Ridge v Baldwin at the moment, and needed some background about policing. I had only guessed at what you have told us concerning the old laws. Ridge was deep-sixed by the “watch committee“ of Brighton, which by then seemed to be a committee of the local authority.
Coincidentally shortly after reading this and, as a result, learning the derivation of "Haro", someone pointed me to a GK Chesterton article wherein he writes:
If a man has burnt my house to a heap of ashes, I am none the less justly indignant with him for having burnt everything, because I cannot at first even remember everything he has burnt. [...]. In a simpler society, I should rush out of the ruins, calling for help on the Commune or the King, and crying out, “Haro! a robber has burnt my house.” I might, of course, rush down the street crying in one passionate breath, “Haro! a robber has burnt my front door of seasoned oak with the usual fittings, fourteen window frames, nine curtains, five and a half carpets, 753 books, of which four were , one portrait of my great-grandmother,” and so on through all the items; but something would be lost of the fierce and simple feudal cry.
Thanks very much. Incidentally, I am looking into Ridge v Baldwin at the moment, and needed some background about policing. I had only guessed at what you have told us concerning the old laws. Ridge was deep-sixed by the “watch committee“ of Brighton, which by then seemed to be a committee of the local authority.
This is brilliant! Did not expect to be useful in this way.
Coincidentally shortly after reading this and, as a result, learning the derivation of "Haro", someone pointed me to a GK Chesterton article wherein he writes:
If a man has burnt my house to a heap of ashes, I am none the less justly indignant with him for having burnt everything, because I cannot at first even remember everything he has burnt. [...]. In a simpler society, I should rush out of the ruins, calling for help on the Commune or the King, and crying out, “Haro! a robber has burnt my house.” I might, of course, rush down the street crying in one passionate breath, “Haro! a robber has burnt my front door of seasoned oak with the usual fittings, fourteen window frames, nine curtains, five and a half carpets, 753 books, of which four were , one portrait of my great-grandmother,” and so on through all the items; but something would be lost of the fierce and simple feudal cry.
THIS IS AWESOME! GKC clearly knew of the Haro.
Wonderful digression, thank you
So glad you enjoyed it.