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are in Anglo-Saxon, which makes it an interesting study of place-names.

Wolverhampton church, dedicated to St. Mary, was a collegiate
establishment, with a dean as president, and a number of prebendaries or
canons who were "secular" priests, and not brethren of any of the regular
"orders of monks."

All the privileges which the College possessed in Lady Wulfruna's
lifetime were afterwards confirmed by Edward the Confessor, and
subsequently by William the Conqueror.

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The dedication of Wulfruna's church and its consecration by Sigeric, the
archbishop, have been described in verse by a local poetess. This was
Mrs. Frank P. Fellows, a daughter of the famous Sir Rowland Hill, and
once resident at Goldthorn Hill. Her husband was a native of
Wolverhampton, a distinguished public servant, connected with the
Admiralty, a Knight of St. John of Jerusalem, an antiquarian and a
scientist. In a book of his published poems appear portraits of himself
and his wife.

Mrs. Fellows (whose mother, Lady Hill, was a daughter of Joseph Pearson,
Esq., J.P., of Graiseley), also wrote poems--some of which appeared in
"Punch," some in "Belgravia," and some in other magazines--and published
a small book of verse in 1857.

It is from one long piece, entitled "Fancies by the Fire," in which the
long retrospect of Wolverhampton's ancient history unrolls itself before
the imagination of the poetess, that the following extracts are taken.
After a description of the battle of Wednesfield, we read:--

The Princess Wulfruna heard the deeds,
Told by the fire in her stately hall.
Alas! then said the gentle dame,
It grieves me sore such things should be.
Now, by the Christ that died on tree,
The Christ that died for them and me,
These heathen souls shall all be free
From sin, and pain of Purgat'ry;
In token of our victory,
Where masses shall be sung and said,
And prayers told for the restless dead
That wander still on Woden's Plain--
It shall be raised in Mary's name.

The noble lady with her train, and accompanied by the Archbishop Sigeric,
pays a visit of inspection to the locality she designs thus to honour,
passing beneath the shade of "the forest trees of Theotanhall" on her
way--

And as they passed thro' Dunstall Wood,
And stopped to drink where a streamlet fell,
Then said the lady fair and