(Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature Science and the Arts, v. 50, 1873)
Encountered while looking for information on the "Haxley Hood," a rustic new year's entertainment in the village of Haxley where locals compete kick to a piece of leather down the street towards one or more bars.
UPDATE: Not dirty and not that interesting.
Apparently there's a pinheaded local legend that she was an atheist who said "If there's a God let seven ash trees grow from my grave." If you're going to make up a legend about a local tree, long-dead-old-time-legend-maker-upper, please make up something better than that. Honestly. Not worth posting images of the text, but you can read a description and an refutation in Notes and Queries or William Chambers' A week at Welwyn. Googling her name, it turns out the same stupid little legend is still being passed around today.
There's also a nice picture of the grave today here at Barking Tig's Flickr page, along with a lot of really nice pictures of old churches and stained glass.
I'm disappointed, I was totally expecting it would be something soooper crazy and unspeakable.
