Aug 102017
 

I was interested to get the chance to visit Chatsworth again, in the beautiful Derbyshire Dales. The occasion was the exhibition currently being shown there (on until 22 October) entitled “House Style, Five centuries of Fashion at Chatsworth”.

The range of exhibits is impressive – bits and pieces from the early days of the house, shown here in an early ‘birds eye’ painting, as well as a number of portraits etc relating to Georgiana Duchess of Devonshire,  and various things belonging to the Mitford sisters.

There are large numbers of fancy dress costumes used at Cavendish family parties over the years and some of them are most impressive.

And of course you also get to see the magnificent garden setting, influenced by William Kent and by Capability Brown, as well as the staggering interiors of this fascinating house. Many believe that it was Jane Austen’s inspiration for Pemberley and of course it was used in the film version of ‘Pride and Prejudice; starring Keira Knightly. So, it was interesting to walk up the magnificent staircase and look at the painted ceilings, to check out the fantastic wood carvings and architectural mouldings, to see the marble statuary such as the veiled Vestal Virgin, and to admire the hand painted wall coverings in the bedrooms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was especially interested in some of the memorabilia relating to Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire – her various portraits, as well as letters and jottings which she sent to her children – and miniature portraits of her daughters ‘Little G’ and ‘Harryo’.

All in all a most interesting visit. Not cheap, at £19.90 a head (no discount for doddery OAP’s) but it is a reminder how being a member of the National Trust spoils you by making you forget what it costs to maintain these historic houses and how much a realistic entrance fee has to be if it is to cover the enormous repair costs. You could spend days looking at the rooms and the exhibits. As it is, a long afternoon is fairly exhausting, but leaves you with the feeling that this really is the best of the best.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Take your pick – above, a pensive Georgiana in an unfinished portrait by Sir Joshua Reynolds, and below it a wondrously lovely hat, with Georgiana somewhere underneath it, by Thomas Gainsborough

Jul 222017
 

I am always intrigued by the ‘Marriages’ section in the Gentleman’s Magazine – at the amount of detail about the age of the participants, and the amount of the fortunes being brought into the marriage.

Sometimes it is difficult to know for whom to feel most sorry – the old bride or the young swain (or, conversely the old goat and the young bride). Consider the second of these two entries:

So we have the 21 year old Captain Peter Hale, of no Business nor Fortune, marrying a rich old biddy of 74, presumably to get his hands on her assets, in this case an income of £300 a year (come on, what other assets do you think he was after?). Having married her he would presumably automatically have become the owner of all her capital (under the law of coverture). I have no idea how many years Sarah Vincent stayed alive, or whether the young captain turned out to be a scoundrel and promptly went off with all her money but I fear the worst!

Sometimes of course the boot was on the other foot, where on 7th September, Mr Dethick, a 70 year old Senior Proctor in Doctors Commons, used his considerable charms to entice a young woman living at the Mitre Coffee House into marriage. She was 23, and I am sure that she would have made the old man very happy…. especially as he had no family and no-one else with a claim on his estate.

Below that entry are the details of two men who each secured a fortune on marriage of £10,000 – equivalent to nearer a million pounds nowadays. Intriguingly, the top entries refer to members of the aristocracy, and on those cases no mention is made of either age or fortune. I rather like the reference to the fact that the “these marriages have not till of late been publickly owned”. But I think my congratulations should be saved for John Sibbs. I have no idea of his age, or how ugly/vivacious was the blushing bride (Miss Mary Herne), but he copped £40,000 by marrying her. Fortunate indeed!

And to illustrate   these entries, how about a G M Woodward caricature from 1803, shown courtesy of the Lewis Walpole Library, entitled “An advertisement for a Husband”

The explanation given on the site gives us: “A footman leads a parson and six prospective suitors that have arrived in response to an advertisement for a husband posted by an ‘old maid’. The bachelors include a Welshman, a Scotsman, and a doctor that offer flatteries while waiting, “Splutter hur, how pretty she looks, she be a nice wench.” “Leave a Scotch laddie alone for carrying off the sillar” [silver] and “From my conscience, she looks like a Venus of medicine!” respectively. The footman leans forward to shout into the elderly woman’s ear trumpet, “Please your ladyship all these gentlemen be come about an advertisement  for a husband and to lose no time they have brought the Parson with them; please your Virginship what am I to say to ;em?” The elderly woman responds, “Say to them, why the men are mad, if I was so inclined do they think I would marry six husbands at once!!” A hissing cat followed by a litter of kittens stand beside the woman’s chair.

Or finally, because I am a terrible cynic, a caricature about marital bliss from around 1812, also on the Lewis Walpole site, entitled ‘Hither and thither’.

Jun 032017
 

I came across this scene depicting a wedding ceremony in the eighteenth century and it reminded me of the various times Richard Hall mentions weddings – both his own, his friends, and his family. Nowhere does he say anything helpful – like what the bride wore – but he rarely forgot to mention the weather….

I am aware that there was no set idea that the bride must wear white – and for servants there was never any question of having a dress that could only be worn on one occasion.

But it is interesting to see how many of the paintings of weddings of the time do show the bride in an ivory coloured satin concoction. Take the painting  by artist Joseph Highmore used to illustrate to Pamela’s Wedding – one of four scenes  from Samuel Richardson’s ‘Pamela’.

The picture appears courtesy of Tate Britain, and the explanation with it states “On Pamela’s left is her humble but dignified father, who gives her away. In the background, behind the groom, is the housekeeper Mrs Jewkes, now also a reformed character. She grasps a bottle of smelling salts in case she is overwhelmed with emotion.”

Next up, a rather splendid wedding dress from around 1775 and which appears on the V&A site- now that really is a statement dress! Talk about tassels and bows….Pippa Middleton eat your heart out

However popular ivory may have been, some of the single colour dresses were rather special, none more so than this American wedding dress from 1776 which appears on the Metropolitan Museum site.

The last picture I wanted to include is one I have used in various talks ,but for the life of me cannot remember where I first saw it. I like to think it is a fair representation of what Richard Hall would have looked like when he married a wealthy heiress in 1754:

 And to end with, a couple of caricatures from the Lewis Walpole site on the topic of weddings, both entitled “Three weeks after marriage”. The first appeared in 1786 and is by Inigo Barlow:

The second appeared in 1822 and is by J L Marks.  Cynics, the pair of them!

Feb 202017
 

A blog post I have been itching to do for some time…..

Perusing back numbers of the Gentleman’s Magazine (as one does) I came across this helpful tip – I think nowadays I have to call it a “household hack” – from 1735. It is a remedy for eradicating “bed buggs” and is a reminder of the doggerel verse quoted in the title to this piece.bugg Gent Mag Vol. 5 Nov 1735 Page 671Now, I am not too sure how good an idea it is to paint mercury (ie quicksilver) into all the joints and cracks in your four poster bed, even if you have first made a nice mixture  using the whites of half a dozen eggs, but it looks like a fairly labour-intensive spring clean, involving dismantling the entire bed frame. Mind you, if your servants were too busy to do this for you, you could always enlist the services of the wonderfully named *Benjamin Tiffin “Bug Destroyer to His Majesty”, as per his trade card, shown courtesy of the Wellcome Library in London:

Wellcome Library, London.

The 18th Century saw a  veritable explosion of bed-bugs, and by 1730 for the price of a shilling you could buy a treatise telling you all about it, and what to do or not do if you were affected.

treatiseBugg hunting gave rise to this rather nice print from Isaac Cruikshank , shown on the excellent Library of Congress site, and entitled “Summer Amusements – Bugg Hunting”:

summer amusementNow excuse me, but all of this makes me want to scratch…

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The image appears on a somewhat esoteric site entitled The Bed Bugs Handbook, which you can find here if you are really interested!

*Post script: I had not appreciated that the Tiffin family have been pursuing the little blighters for over three centuries and are still going strong, and are based in Hemel Hempstead! Good for them – their website assures me that “The company has remained a ‘family’ firm for over 320 years, and to this day there has always been a Tiffin at the helm.” Those pesky bugs just wont go away – but fortunately, neither do the Tiffins!

Nov 022016
 

lwlA nice caricature by Thomas Rowlandson, first published in 1807 and entitled ‘The double disaster or new cure for love’. It is a reminder that whereas my ancestor Richard only did a “big” laundry four or five times a year (or, as he described in in his diaries, “Wash’d a great Wash”) the  process of laundry involved many of the household servants. Firewood needed to be collected, and lit under the copper cauldron using a candle. Water had to be pumped into the copper, and baskets would be used to collect the clean bed-linen and clothing to carry it outdoors – where as likely as not it would be spread out on the hedging to dry.

In this particular wash-day hiatus, a young lad has been hiding under the wooden lid of the copper. He emerges as the heat spreads into his hidey-hole, only for him to be deluged with water spouting from the pump. On the left the young woman is startled by his sudden appearance, and stops filling her jug with beer, which continues to flow from the barrel onto the floor. A cat pursues a mouse, and the washing is in a small pile in a tub, above a wicker basket and yoke.

The scene takes me back – I once bought an unrestored 18th century house without electricity or running water, and it still had the original copper, the working pump, and the flag-stone floor to the washroom. What it didn’t have was the  two Rowlandson strereotypes – the ugly old crone, shown here on her hands and knees, and the smiling fresh-faced young maids in their mob-caps. They certainly bring the scene to life.

Post-script: it is funny how often I find more than one caricature with a similar theme. Having prepared this post I came across an interesting caricature from 1816 entitled “How are you off for soap?” The print was by William Elmes, published by Thomas Tegg, and appears courtesy of the British Museum. Their commentary on the print is: “A young woman stands over a wash-tub raising her hands in astonishment to see a little man standing waist-deep in the soapsuds, saying with a smile: “here am I!! Betty!! how are you off for Soap.” She answers: “Lord!! Mr Vansittart!!—who could have thought of seeing You in the Washing Tub.” She wears a mob-cap and pattens. Two tubs stand on a bench, with a basket beside it on which lies a pair of breeches. Through a window (right) are seen clothes on a line, and trees. A fire burns under a large copper (left) from which rise clouds of steam. Against the wall are coal-box, shovel, and broom.”

How are you off for soap. © British Museum.

How are you off for soap?  © British Museum.

The print satirises the sly introduction of a tax on hard soap – sly because it was ostensibly made to protect the whale fishing industry, but in reality was a device to raise £150,000 in excise duty. The man responsible fro the tax was Nicolas Vansittart (1766-1851), 1st Baron Bexley, a long serving and effective, although unpopular Chancellor of the Exchequer.

I see that I have previously blogged on washdays, washing machines and other matters of a laundry nature, so if you want more suds, go here.

 

Aug 252016
 

1A rather nice gentle caricature, originally by Henry William Bunbury, but engraved by Thomas Rowlandson, showing a group of gentlemen gathered to enjoy a smoke. It was only actually published in 1835, whereas Bunbury had died in 1811, and Rowlandson in 1827. The official title is ‘The Smoking Club’ – and the pencil comment underneath refers to ‘The Commercial Party’.

The print appears on the Lewis Walpole Library site and is typical of Bunbury’s kindly observation. The four gentlemen, wreathed in smoke, are smoking clay ‘churchwarden’ pipes, typically with stems up to twenty inches long. The pipes apparently became very popular in the second half of the eighteenth century and had originated in the Ottoman Empire, and were often associated with the Hungarian Hussars – hence their alternative name of ‘Hussar pipe’. In Germany it was known as “Lesepfeife” or “reading pipe,”  – presumably because the long stem took the smoke away from the smoker, enabling the user to read a book without getting smoke in his eyes. The other advantage of the long stem is that it makes for a much cooler smoke.

Why churchwarden? Probably because the church-wardens were responsible for keeping an eye on their church at night, and smoking such a long stemmed pipe left their line of sight clear.

1The stems were incredibly fragile and kept breaking, as shown by the pile of snapped-off stems  at the feet of the smoker shown in this detail from a print by Hogarth. I see that the film The Hobbit has helped  re-popularise the pipe, and the web is full of ‘Gandalf pipes’ most of them made from wood, carved and polished, but some of them are hand-made from white clay. So if you really crave authenticity, have a look at  this site on e-Bay – and make sure that you have your £46 ready!

My ancestor enjoyed a good smoke, and recorded the occasion in his diary, as here:2 “Thursday 27th: Wife and Patty visited Mrs Cooper; Mr Rogers smoak’d a Pipe”

 

Dec 102015
 

In my last blog I included an extract from ‘The Rudiments of Genteel Behaviour’ demonstrating how a lady should curtsey in the Proper Manner. I realize of course that many men should also receive instructions in the art of doffing the hat, and how to retire gracefully. As ‘The Rudiments of Genteel Behaviour’ states: “It is an observation (which cannot escape Notice) that many Persons retiring, or taking leave of any Person or Company, either thro’ want of knowledge or Neglect in discovering a decent Carriage at their Departure, have appear’d very aukward Figures to Persons of Polite Behaviour.”

So especially for all those people now living in 1737 (and I am thinking re-enactors as well as the odd TV producer and any out-of-work film extras) here is the definitive guide:1 maleI was a little perturbed by the oddness of the left hand, tucked limply inside the jacket. It looks as though he is holding half the family silver, smuggled out from the dining room, under his waistcoat.

Here, a careful reading of the text may prevent embarrassing mis-understandings:

2 maleThe image is also a rather nice reminder of just how many buttons there were on men’s apparel – I think there are twenty-two on the outer jacket, not counting perhaps half a dozen  on each voluminous cuff, as well as thirteen on the waistcoat.

Ah well, time to practice rolling up a trouser leg to reveal the Georgian Gentleman’s well-defined  calf, turning the foot so that I am ‘shewing the leg to best advantage’ as Monsieur Nivelon would have said…

 

(The whole of the original book, complete with plates engraved by Boitard, has helpfully been digitised and can be found here.)

Dec 072015
 

I recently came across a book entitled ‘The Rudiments of Genteel Behaviour’ which contains some lovely descriptions of how ladies should hold themselves while curtseying, walking, dancing the minuet and so on. It also instructs gentlemen how to doff their hat, how to take their leave and so on. Each instruction is illustrated with the appropriate image.

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The book was written by a Mr F Nivelon, a French dancing master from Stamford in Lincolnshire, in 1737. It describes itself as “An Introduction to the Method of attaining a graceful Attitude, an agreeable Motion, an easy Air and a genteel Behaviour” and makes a rather nice change from the endless conduct books which rambled on about modesty, affability and good manners – before embarking on 500 pages of recipes and other items which young ladies were expected to master.

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It is a reminder that in the eighteenth century dance instructors did much more than teach people the latest dance steps: they taught deportment, how to move gracefully, how to enter and leave a room, and so on. I had rather forgotten just how much was involved in giving a proper “courtsie”. I will now go and practice in front of the cheval glass….

Nov 112015
 

I came across this image on the Lewis Walpole site and thought it was worth sharing:chimney sweep lwl 1772

It is entitled ‘The Enterprizing Chimney Sweeper’ and carries the verse ‘ So fine a girl! you must belie her, would never let that sweep come nigh her. Or fine or not, the Thing was done And Kitty lik’d the Sweepers fun.’  The mezzotint appeared in 1772 and I love the idea of the grubby little urchin standing on tip-toes in order to get an embrace. It also features an interesting display of Eighteenth Century pots and pans, the pestle and mortar and so on.

It was of course  commonplace for the Master Sweep to employ young boys to scramble down the chimney to dislodge the soot – and it was a filthy job, often fulfilled by orphans. There was no safety equipment or protective clothing of any sort (traditionally the young sweeps would wear cast off costumes discarded by funeral undertakers, hence the tail coats and top hats associated with Victorian prints). Death and injury was not uncommon, with falling chimney stacks, or lads getting stuck in narrow flues. The worst abuses remained lawful until Lord Shaftesbury’s 1864 ‘Act for the Regulation of Chimney Sweepers’. Apparently a Bristol engineer called Joseph Glass  came up with the idea of brushing chimneys from the fireplace below using, malacca canes, imported from  the East Indies. It was all a great advance and rather more effective than the (alleged) medieval practice of stuffing a white goose down the chimney pot, its legs tied together, so that its flapping wings dislodged the soot. This gave rise to the saying ‘The blacker the goose the cleaner the flue’ – not exactly an oft-heard expression nowadays!

Sweeps have been regraded as ‘lucky’ for centuries, and kissing a sweep is said to ensure a happy marriage. Finally, to end with a delightful image of a trade card I found on the site for Ruchala Chimney Sweeping here.

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Nov 062015
 

In a way this caricature by Richard Newton, published in August 1796 and shown courtesy of the British Museum, encapsulates the life of my ancestor Richard Hall: 

It is called ‘Contrasted Lovers’ and shows a young man (on the left) and an older version (on the right). The young swain looks at a miniature of his beloved, and utters the words:

 “Give me sweet nectar in a Kiss,

 And let me taste ambrosial bliss!”

On the right, the corpulent older man clutches a printed sheet headed “Wine Tax” (Pitt had raised the duty on wine by the equivalent of sixpence a bottle in April 1796) and for him the caption reads:

“Give me Nectar in a Glass

And as for Kissing – kiss my A….!”

Richard, as a young man in his mid-twenties, had fallen head-over-heels in love with Eleanor Seward, then aged 21. The daughter of a  self-made-man called Benjamin, who was a wealthy landowner, Eleanor was a real catch – attractive, young and immensely wealthy. And yes, his cash book notes that he had her portrait painted, and it is probably still held by my elusive second cousin, also called Richard Hall. Frustratingly, I have never seen it….

As a young man Richard was  a real lightweight in physical terms – he recorded his weight as being 112 pounds (eight stone) in 1757,  and when he weighed himself 32 years later he was not much heavier at 122  pounds. A gain of ten pounds over three decades is not bad, especially when you consider that Richard’s father tipped the scales at 168 pounds (12 stone). But over the years Richard continued to pile on the pounds and I have little doubt that he ballooned in weight in old age. His beloved first wife died, and I suspect that his second wife, Anna, was altogether more keen on good, solid, country cooking . And it is hard to escape the conclusion that the second attempt at matrimony was born out of economic common sense rather than ‘True Lurv.’

He ate huge quantities of chocolate (buying Chuchman’s chocolate at regular intervals) and consumed prodigious quantities of cheese (often recording purchases of cheese by the hundred weight!). And above all he consumed alcohol in large quantities. His diaries showed that he brewed beer and made cyder – and  drank wine by the bucket.

Port was sent down from London by the quarter pipe  (that is to say, some twelve dozen cases!) Richard made currant wine to supplement his stocks of alcohol and his diaries and accounts for 1797 showed that he was spending more than three times as much on wine as he spent on taxes!

Other facts point to a rotund  old age – the fact that he resorted to keeping a sedan chair to get around the village of Bourton on the Water suggested that he was none too mobile. He walked with a limp having broken his leg as a young man, and there are contemporary reports that the children would follow after him through the streets shouting “Hobbledy-Hall” – and then run away!  I can well imagine him resembling the portly figure on the right in Newton’s drawing…