Tintinnalogia, or, the Art of Ringing

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Title: Tintinnalogia, or, the Art of Ringing
Wherein is laid down plain and easie Rules for Ringing all sorts of
Plain Changes
Author: Richard Duckworth and Fabian Stedman
Release Date: June 12, 2006 [EBook #18567]
Language: English
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TINTINNALOGIA:
OR,
THE ART OF RINGING.
Wherein
Is laid down plain and
easie Rules for Ringing
all sorts
of _Plain Changes_.

Together with
Directions for Pricking and
Ringing all _Cross
Peals_; with
a full Discovery of the Mystery
and Grounds of each
Peal.
_As Also_
Instructions for _Hanging of Bells_,
with all things
belonging thereunto.
_by a Lover of that ART._
0. Persii Sat. V. Disce: sed ira cadat naso, rugosaque sanna,
LONDON,
Printed for _F.S._ and are to be Sold by
_The Archer_,
at his Shop under the _Dyal_ of
St. _Dunstan's Church_ in
_Fleet-street_, 1671.
TO THE NOBLE SOCIETY OF COLLEDGE-YOUTHS.
GENTLEMEN,
I have seen a Treatise intituled, _de Tintinnabulis_--that
is, of little
Bells, the Language Latin, but pen'd by a
_Dutchman_, being a
Discourse of striking tunes on little
Bells with traps under the feet,
with several Books on several Instruments of Music, and Tunes prick't
for the same; Then
considering that the Well-wishers to either of
them, took
great pains to make plain the use of them, I thought it
worth a Dayes labour, to write something on this Art or Science,
that
the Rules thereof might not be lost and obscured to some, as the
_Chronicles_ before _William_ the Conqueror, being given only by
Tradition from Father to Son. Wherefore I humbly intreat you
favourably to accept this small Treatise, as a foundation whereon may
be raised a famous Structure; and if any one objects a fault, excuse it
with the Ringing term--He was Over-bell'd--So you will much oblige
him that is a Well-wisher to your Recreation,
CAMPANISTA.
On the Ingenious Art of RINGING.

What Musick is there that compar'd may be
To well-tun'd Bells
enchanting melody!
Breaking with their sweet sound the willing Air,

And in the listning ear the Soul ensnare;
The ravisht Air such
pleasure loth to lose,
With thousand Echoes still prolongs each close;

And gliding streams which in the Vallies trills,
Assists its speed
unto the neighbouring Hills;
Where in the rocks & caves, with hollow
gounds,
The warbling lightsome Element rebounds.
This for the
Musick: In the Action's Health,
And every Bell is a _Wit's_
Common-wealth
For here by them we plainly may discern,
How
that Civility we are to learn.
The Treble to the Tenor doth give place,

And goes before him for the better grace:
But when they chance to
change, 'tis as a dance,
They foot _A Galliard, à la mode de France_.

An Eighteenscore's a figure dance, but _Grandsire_
Hath the
Jig-steps! & Tendrings Peal doth answer
The manner of _Corants_: A
plain Six-score,
Is like a _Saraband_, the motion slower.
When
Bells Ring round, and in their Order be,
They do denote how
Neighbours should agree;
But if they Clam, the harsh sound spoils
the sport,
And 'tis like Women keeping _Dover_ Court
For when all
talk, there's none can lend an ear
The others story, and her own to
hear;
But pull and hall, straining for to sputter
What they can hardly
afford time to utter.
Like as a valiant Captain in the Field,
By his
Conduct, doth make the Foe to yield;
Ev'n so, the leading Bell
keeping true time,
The rest do follow, none commits a Crime:
But if
one Souldier runs, perhaps a Troop
Seeing him gone, their hearts
begin to droop;
Ev'n so the fault of one Bell spoils a Ring,
(And
now my _Pegasus_ has taken Wing.)
Upon the Presentation of GRANDSIRE BOB To the
COLLEDGE-YOUTHS, By the AUTHOR of that PEAL.
Gentlemen of the Noble Crew

Of _Colledge-Youths_, there lately
blew
A wind, which to my Noddle flew
(upon a day when as it
Snew;)
Which to my Brains the Vapors drew
And there began to
work and brew,
'Till in my _Pericranium_ grew
_Conundrums_,

how some Peal that's New
Might be compos'd? and to pursue
These
thoughts (which did so whet and hew
My flat Invention) and to shew

What might be done, I strait withdrew
Myself to ponder--whence
did accrue
This _Grandsire Bob_, which unto you
I Dedicate, as
being due
Most properly; for there's but few
Besides, so ready at
their Q----
(Especially at the first View)
To apprehend a thing that's
New;
Though they'l pretend, and make a shew,
As if the intricat'st
they knew;
What _Bob_ doth mean, and _Grandsire True_,
And
read the course without a Clue
Of this new Peal: Yet though they
screw
Their shallow Brains, they'l ne're unglue
The Method on't
(and