Spring brings to this garden blogger an annual Spate of Spam from purveyors hoping to get a mention of their book recommendations and their Top-Ten Gardening Trends!, which this year includes: “8. Topiary.”
To which gardenhistorygirl replies, “When has topiary ever NOT been a garden trend?” and thinks of Gog and Magog.
Above is a 1675 engraving of the Oxford Physic Garden by David Loggan. And below is a zoom of the area just behind the lower gates.
Oh, for a higher resolution image, but do you see them standing there? The fearsome guardians of all things botanic? Gog and Magog.
|The London Guildhall Gog and Magog, via booknerd|
Aka Antagonists of the Revelations, namesakes of the hills outside Cambridge, and guardians of the City of London, the Oxford Physic Garden version of Gog and Magog were clip't in yew--the creation of caretaker Jacob Bobart the elder (1599-1680) who was also wont to dye his beard silver to amuse garden visitors. Best. Head Gardener. Ever.
Tales of Bobart can be found in R.T. Gunther and C. Daubeny, Oxford Gardens. Based Upon Daubeny's Popular Guide to the Physick Garden of Oxford: With Notes on the Gardens of the Colleges and on the University Park (Parker, 1912), which immortalizes a 1683 sketch of Gog and Magog on its cover, and is online in its entirety at openlibrary.org (the digitized copy is from the library of Beatrix Farrand, and signed by her, which is also fun).
"This old Jacob some years past got two yew trees wch being formed by his skill are now grown up to be Gigantick bulkey fellows one holding a Bill th' other a Club on his shoulder, which fancy made an Ingenious person strow this Copie of verses on them..." Thomas Baskerville, 1683
The verses he refers to are a series of student works, apparently competing for Gigantick Wit, entitled
‘Poem upon Mr. Jacob Bobards Yew-man of the Guards to the Physic Garden, to the tune of the ‘Counter-Scuffle’ (by Edmund Gayton, Oxon. 1662), 'Upon the most hopefull and everyflourishing Sprouts of Valour, the indefatigable Centrys of the Physick Garden" (by John Drope, M.A.) and my person fave: ‘A Ballad on the Gyants in the Physic Garden in Oxon, who have been breeding Feet as long as Garagantua was Teeth".
Excerpted below for your topiary dreams, as preserved in Pack of Autolycus (Hyder Edward Rollins, 1927). Milton it is not.
What is our Oxford Africa?
It teemeth Monsters every day
About East-bridge which is the way
That these are Gyants you may guesse,
Byth' Foot as well as Hercules,
And as by Tallons nothing lesse
Than th' Lyon.
They'r Grimme as any dogge of Hell,
Though heads so many we cant tell,
For only two (and yet that's well)
We spy on...
But how I wonder came their Feet
So greene, so great, so thick, so neat
A hundred come them for to greet
They guard a Book full of such Plants
And fright out snailcs, locusts, and Ants
And any vermin foule that haunts
Nor Westminster, nor yet the Strand
Nor any Garden of the Land
Such hearbs as come through Jacobs hand
Can sell yee...
For Jacob and his Gyants will
Not suffer any thing that's ill
(Unlesse it be for purge or pill)
So that 'tis prudence to induce
The Knight and Giants to a Truce,
That we the Garden still may use