Instructions to Apprentices on Leaving the Foundling Hospital

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Hospital for the Maintenance & Education of Exposed & deserted Young Children, in Lamb's Conduit Fields.

INSTRUCTIONS to _____ upon being put Apprentice to ____ of _____ on the ___ Day of ___ in the year 17__ who on the ___ Day of ____ was ____ years old. _____ is to serve h__ till ____ years old.

YOU are placed out Apprentice by the Govrs. of this Hospital. You were taken into it very young, quite helpless, forsaken & deserted by Parents & Friends. Out of Charity you have been fed, clothed, and instructed; which many have wanted.


You have been taught to fear God, to love Him, to be honest, careful, laborious, and diligent. As you hope for Success in this World, and Happiness in the next, you are to be mindful of what has been taught you. You are to behave honestly, justly, soberly, and carefully in everything, to everybody, and especially towards your____and Family; and to execute all lawful Commands with Industry, Chearfulness, and good Manners.


You may find many Temptations to do wickedly, when you are in the World; but by all means fly from them. Always speak the Truth. Tho' you may have done a wrong thing, you will, by a sincere Confession, more easily obtain Forgiveness than if by and Obstinate Lye you make the Fault the greater, and thereby deserve a far greater Punishment. Lying is looked upon to be the Beginning of everything that is bad; and a Person used to it is never believed, esteemed, or trusted.


Be not ashamed that you were bred in this Hospital. Own it; and say that it was thro' the good Providence of Almighty God that you were taken care of. Bless Him for it; and be thankful to those worthy Benefactors who have contributed towards your Maintenance and Support. And if ever it be in your Power, make a grateful Acknowledgment to the Hospital for the Benefits you have received.


Be constant in your Prayers, and going to Church; & avoid Gaming, Swearing and all evil Discourses: By this means the Blessing of God will follow your honest Labours, and you will also gain the Good-Will of all good Persons. If you follow the Instructions which had all along been taught you, and which we now give you, you may be happy; otherwise you will bring upon yourself Misery, Shame, and Want.

Note, Your Master will provide you Meat, Drink, Washing, Lodging, and Clothing: And he has agreed to pay you Five Pounds a year, for the Three last years of your Apprenticeship.

Devised 17th of April, 1754

The White Swan: The Gay Brothel in Vere Street

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Researching the homosexual culture of Georgian London is a bit like unpicking a fine and very knotted chain with pins: it's difficult to see how it got so tangled in the first place and just when you think you've got it sorted, the knot is tighter than ever.  The White Swan in Vere Street was by no means the first gay brothel in London, but it is one of the first and most accurately recorded establishments that had been set up with the aim of making money.  Perhaps the most famous of all 'molly-houses' was Mother Margaret Clapp's (more another time), but that was more of a coffee-house primarily for homosexual clientele, rather than a place where gay sex was traded for money (although there was probably an aspect of that too).  

On the 8th of July, 1810 the Bow Street Police raided The White Swan, a tumbledown pub of Tudor origin near Drury Lane.  Twenty-seven men were arrested on suspicion of sodomy and attempted sodomy.  The Swan had been going for less than six months, established by two men, Cook and Yardley, but already had a considerable following.  Cook, whose wife ran an ordinary pub nearby called the White Horse, was proud of his amenities, and his clientele:  

Cook states that a person in a respectable house in the city, frequently came to his pub, and stayed several days and nights together; during which time he generally amused himself with eight, ten, and sometimes a dozen different boys and men!

Cook and Yardley had furnished their establishment for its purpose, admirably: 

Four beds were provided in one room - another was fitted up for the ladies' dressing-room, with a toilette, and every appendage of rouge, &c. &c....The uper part of the house was appropriated to youths who were constantly in waiting for casual customers; who practised all the allurements that are found in a brothel, by the more natural description of prostitutes. Men of rank, and respectable situations in life, might be seen wallowing either in or on beds with wretches of the lowest description.

The account of The White Swan raid and the subsequent trials was told in 1813 by Robert Holloway, later Cook's lawyer, who sold many copies of his account.  In it there are some excellent observations of the behaviour within the house, where faux marriages were sometimes conducted to 'bless' the coming union.  Of course, someone had to play the girl.

It seems the greater part of these quickly assumed feigned names, though not very appropriate to their calling in life: for instance, Kitty Cambric is a Coal Merchant; Miss Selina a Runner at a Police Office; Blackeyed Leonora, a Drummer; Pretty Harriet, a Butcher; Lady Godiva, a Waiter; the Duchess of Gloucester, a gentleman's servant; Duchess of Devonshire, a Blacksmith; and Miss Sweet Lips, a Country Grocer. It is a generally received opinion, and a very natural one, that the prevalency of this passion has for its object effeminate delicate beings only: but this seems to be, by Cook's account, a mistaken notion; and the reverse is so palpable in many instances, that Fanny Murry, Lucy Cooper, and Kitty Fisher, are now personified by an athletic bargeman, an Herculean Coal-heaver (my bold), and a deaf Tyre-Smith:

It is Blackeyed Leonora, the drummer who stands out amongst this motley crowd, for Leonora was in fact most likely Thomas White, a 16 year old drummer in the Guards.  Thomas was one of the 'youths' who stood and waited in the upper part of the house.  He was a great favourite amongst the 'more exalted' visitors to the house, according to Holloway.  It is interesting to note that almost every single one of the people at The White Swan had an occupation.  Of course, some were visitors, but White worked there.  No doubt it was his youth, and probably his looks that drew attention from the richer customers.

White, being an universal favourite, was very deep in the secrets of the fashionable part of the coterie;

Poor Thomas, who wasn't even at The Swan on the night of the raid, was too quick to confess, and was executed for his 'crime' after almost a year in prison, although there was no doubt he was guilty of the charge.  With him died a man called John Hepburn, aged 46, who had procured White's services with the help of a witness who testified against him.  White was prosecuted as the giver, rather than the receiver which made it almost impossible for the court to avoid the death sentence when the jury convicted him of 'buggery'.  At White's execution, various people of note were recorded:

A vast concourse of people attended to witness the awful scene. The Duke of Cumberland, Lord Sefton, Lord Yarmouth, and several other noblemen were in the press-yard;

The Duke of Cumberland had avoided a homosexual scandal by a razor thin margin in June 1810 when his servant was found with a cut throat after threatening to out his master after catching the Duke and his valet 'in an improper and unnatural situation'.  Perhaps Cumberland was one of White's 'fashionable' guests.  We will never know.  Of the other 25 or so, only six were found guilty and they were pilloried and imprisoned, including Cook the landlord.  Yardley seems to have got away with the whole thing.  The White Swan affair raised the public ire, and the convicted men suffered at the hands of a mob.

The disgust felt by all ranks in Society at the detestable conduct of these wretches occasioned many thousands to become spectators of their punishment. At an early hour the Old Bailey was completely blockaded, and the increase of the mob about 12 o'clock, put a stop to the business of the sessions. The shops from Ludgate Hill to the Haymarket were shut up, and the streets lined with people, waiting to see the offenders pass....A number of fishwomen attended with stinking flounders and entrails of other fish which had been in preparation for several days.   

Cook refused to implicate any more clients, but on his release he began to blackmail two members of the clergy who had escaped prosecution during the raid and investigation.  In what was probably a set-up, he ended up in prison for assault and debt and his whole family were systematically ruined in a series of evictions and persecutions that Holloway attributed to 'influential persons'.  Just how influential, we will never know.

The Westminster Bridge Lottery and Catherine the Great's Wine Cistern-

This is a story of many little strands, but they knit together so please bear with me.  My posts so far have focussed on the incomers; this one focusses on the working trades already resident in London during the early Georgian period.

I have written before about the Huguenots and their influence upon Georgian London.  Not everyone took kindly to their arrival in the years following 1685, and the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes.  A rash of petitions were presented to every public body in London protesting about the 'foreigners' who worked for less, undercutting British journeymen.  The goldsmiths gathered together to sign their petition again the 'aliens' in 1697, and again a few years later.  Amongst them was the English Catholic Goldsmith Anthony Nelme.  The fact that he was a massive hypocrite, who bought cheap but excellent goods from the immigrant workers, and later replicated them himself seems to have escaped him.  

Amongst Nelme's apprentices was a boy names Henry Jernegen.  Jernegen was from a family of landed gentry and the apprenticeship with Nelme was probably a smokescreen to ensure the boy became free of the Goldsmiths' Company, and so would hold a prestigious position when he became a banker, which he rapidly did.  Henry Jernegen was in no way a working goldsmith, but employed others to produce commissions for his clients (rather like ordering a set of cutlery from Garrards now).  Jernegen was lucky, or unlucky enough to land Littleton Pointz Meynell as a client.  Meynell was raised as a banker, but instead became a massive gambler, in a way only possible in the 18th century.  His wins were mammoth, his losses, likewise.  In between winning and losing, Jernegen made attempts to divert his client's capital into 'fashioned bullion', essentially works of art in sterling silver.  This helped Jernegen in two ways: he could mitigate his losses through commission, and make sure his client had some money in commodities.  

In 1730, Jernegen and Meynell (pronounced Men'll) came up with an astonishing idea: to create the biggest wine cistern ever.  Wine cisterns are modernly called coolers, which is wrong.  A wine cistern had a companion piece to a fountain which spouted wine into the cistern and into which guests dipped their glasses, rather than wait for a servant.  (sounds an excellent idea)  The largest ever cistern had held 20 gallons, made in 1721.  The Meynell cistern was to hold 60 gallons and weighs over a quarter of a ton, making it the size of a bathtub (see the image in the gallery).  I have posed for pictures in an exact copy of this cistern, and when seated on the bottom, you can just see my eyes over the top. It is enormous.

The silversmith commissioned to make it was Charles Kandler, originally from Saxony (an immigrant then?). At some stage, Kandler became a Roman Catholic, and married into a well-to-do Catholic family.  He made huge amounts of silver for the Norfolk family of Arundel, indicating he was favoured by Catholic families.  Charles Frederick Kandler is widely thought to be a relative of Johann Joachim Kandler, talented modeller for the Meissen factory, which explains the amazing handles on this piece.

Clearly, a piece of silver weighing more than a quarter of a ton takes time to make, and when it was finished, so was Meynell: he had no money to pay.  Jernegen sued him, but had no luck, because Meynell was broke and Jernegen was stuck with this enormous White Elephant.  It just so happened that the State was stuck for money at the time, and holding a lottery to rebuild Westminster Bridge.  Jernegen offered the cistern as first prize, in hopes to avoid financial embarrassment, and was accepted (taking a percentage of the ticket sales and so recouping his losses).  Not enough tickets sold, and it wasn't until 1737 that a second huge and prestigious state lottery offered the cistern as a prize in hopes to fund the bridge rebuilding (the image in the gallery details the catalogue for the cistern).  A Dorset farmer won first prize, but there being little call for a rococo silver bathtub in Dorset, he sold it.

Another mystery ensues.  No one knows who the cistern was sold to, but by the following year (1738), it was in Russia and forming part of Catherine the Great's collection.  (My personal wager is on Paul de Lamerie, and his underground network. It was probably sold over lunch as soon as the lottery was drawn.)  It remains in the Hermitage Museum, the largest extant piece of antique solid silver in the world.  It is a huge folly, and a beautiful one: utterly dispensable yet extraordinary.  

 

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Paul de Lamerie

To follow up the Armory vs. Delamirie post, and yesterday's post on child labour, today's subject is Mr Delamirie himself.  This is quite a comprehensive mini-biography, but Paul de Lamerie represents two of my main interests: he was a Huguenot immigrant (although a tiny baby at the time) and an artisan.  The plain fact that items fashioned from solid silver (often referred to in the Georgian period as Plate) could be turned back into money at any given time has led them to be widely regarded as a commodity rather than works of art.  I would argue Paul de Lamerie's production is equal to that of any 18C artisan.  

As Paul de Lamerie regarded young Armory across the court in the spring of 1722, he may well have thought There but for the Grace of god go I.  He was born on the 9th of April 1688 in Bois-de-Duc (modern 's Hertogenbosch) in the Netherlands.  His father, Paul Souchay de la Merie was a minor French nobleman, a soldier and a Huguenot, and had taken service with William IIIrd after the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes expelled the Huguenots from France in 1685 (post to follow).  This service was not to last however, and in February 1686, he was paid off and released from the army along with many others.  Paul Snr's role in life is fairly vague.  He doesn't appear to have pursued any particular trade, but what is clear that by the time they had their only son baptized, five days after his birth, they had made the decision to leave the Netherlands, evidenced by their request for a copy of his entry in the baptismal register (noted to the side).  They were following William of Orange to England, and would need to prove their son's identity on arrival.  

They came to London and took up residence in Berwick Street, Soho.  How they survived we cannot know, but Paul Snr was clearly not without resources.  In Pall Mall 'over by the Duke of Schomberg', a goldsmith named Pierre Platel worked (and probably lived).  Even in those days, it was a remarkable address, testifying to Platel's business acumen and solid finances.  Platel was a shrewd and cautious man, active within the Huguenot community.  He apprenticed only four boys during his working life.  Why he agreed to take on Paul, aged 15, on the 24th of June 1703, is a mystery.  Platel had spent time in the Netherlands at the same time, perhaps he and Paul Souchay had met there.  Perhaps Paul Souchay was a very charismatic and persuasive man, as his son was to become.  

The De Lameries were without funds.  They had never applied to be denizened in England (like a visa, with indefinite leave to remain but not a citizen), and had to do so to allow young Paul to take up an apprenticeship.  Father and son appear in the Denization Lists on the 24th of June 1703 and in July 1703, Souchay applied to the Huguenot relief fund (a community church-based charity) for the £6 he had to hand over to Platel to take Paul on.  Only when the money had been obtained did Platel sign the indenture of apprenticeship.  

Six pounds is worth about a thousand pounds in today's money.  Certainly no fortune to a man like Platel, so he must have seen promise in the boy.  The money was a token, supposed to feed and clothe the apprentice for the seven years of his term.  This was a more literal payment for English apprentices, who tended to travel a long way to take up a place in London (a deliberate ploy as it made the boys more dependent upon the masters, and less likely to leave once they had served their term).  However, Soho and the Strand were Huguenot strongholds, so much so that the predominant language on the streets was French.  Paul was serving less than a mile from his family home and he may even have lived there whilst working in Pall Mall.  Whatever circumstances his family lived in, it is clear he was an educated boy at fifteen: his handwriting is beautiful, as you can see from the image of the ledger.  Many English apprentices signed with a cross at this time.    

In 1711, he had served his time.  He almost disappears for nearly two years before finally registering his mark at Goldsmiths' Hall on the 4th of February 1713.  This was unusual: most apprentices were keen to register their freedom on the day it became available, even if they stayed on as journeymen and never had their own work marked.  It was a sign of no small achievement.

(It is probably necessary to say a few words about the working life of London goldsmiths here.  They had to serve a seven year apprenticeship, upon the completion of which, they became 'free'.  This meant they were allowed to register a maker's mark at Goldsmiths' Hall which they applied themselves to accompany the hallmark on any piece they submitted for testing, or assay, at the Hall.  Providing the piece came up to standard, it was hallmarked and returned to them for sale: if not, it was destroyed.  Goldsmiths' Hall houses the Goldsmiths' Company, both a protective and regulatory body, with its own internal 'court'.  During Georgian times it kept a tight leash on its members and had the Devil's own job stopping infighting between English goldsmiths and the French 'interlopers')

It was previously thought that Paul de Lamerie stayed on with Platel as a journeyman, but now it looks unlikely.  Invoices have come to light proving Lamerie was dotting about London selling large and expensive items to the nobility.  He had no maker's mark himself, and the items are lost to us so it's impossible, for now, to tell where he got them from; probably Platel, but what is clear is that he was already an independent operator, selling directly to high net worth individuals, which is not bad for a twenty-five year old.  It should be borne in mind that he would have served in Platel's shop front, no doubt making excellent contacts in Pall Mall.  Returning to Goldsmiths' Hall in 1713, he enters his first mark, giving his address as 'in Windmill Street near the Haymarket'.   

By 1714, his utter disregard for authority is already making itself plain.  He was had up before the court at Goldsmiths' Hall for failing to have his work hallmarked.  As silver objects were made from the same standard as coin (Britannia standard at the time, which was higher than sterling to prevent coins being clipped to make hollow ware, thus devaluing the currency) it was illegal to sell objects which hadn't officially been converted from one type of bullion to another.  Furthermore, every ounce of fashioned silver passed for hallmarking was taxed by the government; one of the few taxes at the time, and bitterly resented by both goldsmiths and their customers.  A large amount of pieces by Lamerie are not marked other than with his own maker's mark, proving he was avoiding duty (dodging) and selling to people who trusted him to provide them with objects of superior fineness.  

The court fined him £20, over three thousand now.  It was a sharp and rather spiteful rap, considering the court failed to prove the extent of his crime, but Lamerie pushed back almost immediately by presenting large quantities of basic domestic silver for assay.  It's all of decent quality, but very plain and much of it lacks the flair one would expect of him, and that's because he didn't make it: he took in work from anonymous French silversmiths (you are only a goldsmith if your freedom is registered at Goldsmiths' Hall) working in the back streets of London and had it hallmarked as his own.  He would have charged for this.  So by the summer of 1715, he was back up before the court because he 'covered Foreigners work and got ye same toucht at ye Hall'.  Other Huguenot goldsmiths got into trouble for this too, but no one on the scale of Lamerie.  He was up before the court for it again in 1716.

By 1717, in what was becoming an annual event, Lamerie is referred to as 'the King's Silversmith' (why no one is quite sure, most likely King's restorer rather than supplier) when being charged with 'making and selling Great quantities of Large Plate which he doth not bring to Goldsmiths' Hall to be mark't according to Law.'  However, the Hall realized they had to admit defeat: Lamerie was simply becoming too big a player to be ignored.  Shortly after the court appearance, he presented a vast quantity of spoons for assay and on the 18th of June was summoned to the Hall.  The Goldsmiths' records show Lamerie 'being discoursed with by ye Wardens about his admission into the Livery and he accepted thereof'.  The Livery is the first stage of the upper hierarchy of a Company.  I'd imagine Lamerie was as surprised as anyone.  He probably thought he'd been summoned to explain why he'd changed his maker's mark, completely illegally, the previous year.  

To understand Paul de Lamerie, it's necessary to gather up the tiny details of his life and pick them apart in context.  On the 7th of February 1717, he applied to the Archbishop of Canterbury for a marriage licence and four days later married Louisa Julliot in the Huguenot church in Glasshouse Street.  The bride's uncle conducted the service, which is probably the only reason they married there.  The application for a licence means Lamerie was not a churchgoer.  He wasn't interested in attending for the reading of the banns and general obedience marrying in a Huguenot church required.  Either that or he was desperate to marry.  Seems unlikely given the level of calculation he applied to everything else in his life.  Anyway, from this time on, he is rated for two neighbouring properties in Windmill Street.  Their daughter Margaret was born the following year, and baptized at St James' Church in Piccadilly, and Anglican church, proving Lamerie had little interest in his Huguenot background.  It won't have hurt that the influential and well-connected Samuel Clarke was the pastor either.  

In 1722, the silver and jewellery shop in Windmill Street was doing well if the insurance policies are anything to go by.  Then, the Armoury case.  Not Lamerie's finest hour.  Although it is difficult to state with certainty, it appears he shut the shop in Windmill Street and did something extraordinary, proving himself wily and adaptable.  The Sun Insurance records show that Lamerie maintained a lower policy upon the Windmill Street premises (where the workshop remained), and took out a joint policy with Ellis Gamble, a silver engraver and Hogarth's old master.  Gamble was neither a goldsmith, nor a jeweller, but suddenly seems to have had the money to open a fairly grand shop. The policy detailed £1000 worth (about £150,000 now) of merchandise held on a property named at the Golden Angel in Cranbourn Street (see the image of Hogarth's trade card for the shop).  Five years later, the shop was doing exceptionally well, and the partnership was dissolved. Gamble had served his purpose.  One of the last pieces of Hogarth's engraving on silver also appears that year, on a salver bearing Lamerie's mark (see image).  In that year Hogarth vowed to stop engraving on silver as soon as possible, it being very hard work in comparison to copper.

Not content with building a serious London-based business, Lamerie was expanding into the export trade.  Once again, it is a court report which reveals the details, although this time, Lamerie wasn't in the dock.  Robert Dingley was a City-based goldsmith and jeweller who had connections to the Russian court.  He took orders for certain items, had them made by Huguenot craftesmen in Soho, then stored them until he had a large cargo to send out.  He wasn't in the habit of paying the tax on them before they were exported.  In August 1726, officials from Goldsmiths' Hall tried to seize the cargo as it lay aboard ship near Customs House.  However, as usual, Lamerie was a step ahead of them.  He had probably been tipped off by someone at the Hall.  Dingley was waiting for the officials and took them to the Vine Tavern in Thames Street to discuss the matter, as the ship was moored nearby.  As soon as they were inside, the ship sailed for Russia and Goldsmiths' Hall were thwarted.  It's easy to imagine Lamerie standing in some shady part of the dock waving it off before taking a water taxi back to the shop via the Savoy stairs.  

Dingley was brought before Guildhall court, where he testified that the 18,000 ozs of the Czarina's plate were all properly hallmarked.  Of course, no one in London was at that time disposed to go and check, but most of the Czarina's collection, by item, is not hallmarked.  More than half of it bears only the maker's mark of Paul de Lamerie.  Despite his roguery, or perhaps because of it, Lamerie was very popular amongst MPs, and despite often being referred to as the King's silversmith, it appears he got precious little work from the King.  In 1731, his rise through the ranks at Goldsmiths' Hall continued, when he was made Assistant to the court, 'on condition that he paid a fine of forty pounds cash to the use of the company'. In 1732, he decided to abandon the Britannia standard, even though he had continued to work in the superior fineness long after it had ceased to be a legal requirement.  He was still in Windmill Street, but now at the sign of 'The Golden Ball', the location associated with him thereafter.

Something unknown tipped the scales for Lamerie in the early years of that decade.  He was now a grown man rather than a young boy on the make.  He was respected by his customers.  He was a family man, although sadly half his children and both his sons died in infancy.  The quality of his extant work begins to soar.  It must be noted that Paul de Lamerie, whilst possessing all the skills to make silverware, was unlikely to have done so after his apprenticeship ended.  He was primarily a business man and designer.  Paul Crespin is thought to have physically manufactured a great deal of silver bearing the maker's mark of Paul de Lamerie.  The sheer volume of work bearing Lamerie's mark could not have been made by one man, and certainly not one running a successful retail business, a family, and taking part in the community.  Like Platel, he only took four apprentices, and one of them, Peter Archambo never even trained with him; it was done as a favour to Archambo's father.  It is thought he employed at least one full-time clay modeller (probably the brilliantly talented James Schruder), a metal chaser (fine detail) and a gilder.  This is no way reduces his genius.  Faberge didn't make things either.  Some of Lamerie's finest pieces can be seen in the V&A.  They get a bit ignored in the rush for other things, which both mystifies and grieves me. 

During 1733, he had made enough money to start investing in property, and purchased a parcel of land in Piccadilly.  He even bought land in Gloucestershire in the end, and lent money on mortgages within the French community.  In 1735, Paul Souchay de la Merie died and was given a pauper's burial at St Anne's, Soho on Boxing Day.  It was clear there was no love lost between father and son.  Paul Jnr wasn't exactly low on funds at the time, and immediately after his father's death, Paul moved his mother out of lodgings and in with his family.  After his father's death he joined the Wesminster Militia.  Based on the Huguenot tradition of soldiering, it was a group concerned with keeping order in the area and Lamerie attained the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel by the time of his death.  It is telling that he did not engage in the militia when his father, a former soldier, was alive.  

With his father dead, Lamerie took more pride in his heritage, and even had Hogarth engrave a bookplate for him showing the Souchay crest (see the three stumps in the centre of the image).  Bookplates indicate he was acquiring a library, fitting for the gentleman he had become.  His standing at Goldsmiths' Hall had changed too: he was no longer the shady rogue grudgingly accepted because of his success.  A court note from 1736 records the fireplace of the Standing Parlour at Goldsmiths' Hall had need of repair to the metalwork.  The Clerk was charged with writing to Lamerie, to request him 'to be so kind to the Company as to come & view the same, and desire him to take such assistance as he think proper, the Committee esteeming him one of the best of Judges of that fine Workmanship and ye Company will be very ready to recompense his trouble & charge therein.'  The Goldsmiths' Company is arguably the grandest in London.  There is no other example of grovelling in their records.  

In December 1737 he was appointed to a Parliamentary Committee to prepare a bill 'to prevent the great frauds daily committed in the manufacturing of gold and silver wares for want of sufficient power effectually to prevent the same'.  The main clause intended to restore the Goldsmiths' Company's medieval right to search the premises of free goldsmiths.  This was the same year that Lamerie sold a massive duty-dodging ewer to Lord Hardwicke.  Unsurprisingly, he insisted the clause be 'entirely left out of the new intended bill'.  This was agreed at the second meeting and he failed to turn up for the subsequent ones dealing with the more trivial matters.  The act was passed in 1738 with his signature attached.  This was the year he moved to Gerrard Street: his final and most successful retail establishment.  There is no extant trade card for Paul de Lamerie, so far, but there'll be one.  It's waiting in a pile of Victorian household accounts somewhere.  There is no portrait either, more's the pity.

During the 1740s, Lamerie had a relatively uneventful decade, by his standards at least and made his finest pieces to commission, some of which are in the gallery below.  He was at the peak of his powers and his rise through the Goldsmiths' Company continued.  He was never made Prime Warden, and it has been intimated this was due to the 'long and tedious illness' he eventually died from in 1751.  More likely it was just beyond his reach, history counting against him.  One dissenting voice would've kept him out.  He died on the 4th of August and was interred in St Anne's Church, Soho, with his parents (his mother having been buried there in 1741).  St Anne's was bombed in 1940, destroying the tomb.  Paul wouldn't like the new church much.  

His obituary appeared in the General Advertiser thus:

Last night the corpse of Mr de Lamerie, Silverworker to His Majesty, was interr'd in a handsome manner in St Anne's Church, Soho.  His corpse was followed to the grave by real Mourners, for he was a good man, and his Behaviour in and out of Business gain'd him Friends.

His will was detailed and meticulous, as to be expected.  His journeyman and former apprentice Samuel Collins was to oversee the finishing of any work in hand, and the vast lot of it, including diamonds and jewellery, was to be auctioned by Abraham Langford.  A month after his death, 45 properties were auctioned, for the benefit of his family, proving just what an empire he had accumulated.  

It would be easy to cast Paul de Lamerie in the mould of villain.  Allowing his father to die a pauper when he himself lived in comparative luxury, cheating a chimney-sweep and lying to anyone in authority are all aspects of his character made much of by historians seizing on the scant details of his life.  I prefer to take a view, of a boy who bootstrapped his way up to become the greatest ever English silversmith.  Again, it is the tiny glimpses of the man behind the metal that tell us the most.  Isaac Gyles was Lamerie's book-keeper, and was left 40 guineas (about seven thousand) in recognition of his 'long and faithful service'.  Samuel Collins came to Lamerie as an apprentice and never left, and was charged with obtaining the best price for the stock in trade on behalf of Lamerie's widow.  

Finally, the chance discovery of a document pertaining to the French Hospital for Huguenots ties Paul de Lamerie to an act of utter decency, and one typical of the close-knit French community in Georgian London.  James Ray was a silversmith, most likely a gilder (heated mercury sent gilders mad, as with hatters) and in 1734 he began 'running about the streets like a madman, forsaking his business and crying "oranges and lemons".'  He may have worked for Lamerie, there is no record.  It was Louisa Lamerie's uncle who took James Ray to the hospital to be admitted, being a respected minister and able to have him incarcerated legally.  Before admitting a violently 'distracted soul' to any hospital, it was customary to find a member of the community to stand surety for any damage caused by the patient.  The signature on James Ray's bond is that of Paul de Lamerie.  

 

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Suffer the Little Children

The Armory vs. Delamirie blog of yesterday leads onto two further posts: one on the reality of life as a 'climbing boy' in Georgian London, and one on the life of Paul de Lamerie.  The children get to go first.

So how did a child end up as a sweep, or an apprentice maid?  To be born very poor in London was no joke.  At the bottom of the working ladder there was a reasonably sized population of piecemeal workers living in lodgings, often situated around the Holborn 'rookeries' (old Tudor courtyards surviving the fire, but too rickety and infested for anyone else to want to live there).  The men took casual labour, and the women made cheap cotton lace, ran errands or sorted rags, often turning to prostitution when things got very tough.  Gin gave cheap recourse to temporary insensibility, but it didn't prevent pregnancy.  These people didn't need the added burden of children.  Neither did the unwed serving girl who ended up pregnant with her lover's, or her master's child.  I'm not a fan of the theory that all Georgian gentlemen molested the servants, but Samuel Pepys's constant pestering of the beleaguered Mercer shows it took strength of character to prevent wandering hands.  A look through the Old Bailey records of the time reveals too many incidences of infanticide committed by unmarried women. Typically: servant girl takes to her bed, pleading fever. Gets up two days later and visits outside privy.  Returns to work.  Household suspicious.  Investigates privy (!).  Finds dead baby in mire.  I am sure only a small proportion of these cases came to court, and would depend upon the bond of affection between servant and household.  How many prostitutes came to term in poor lodgings and ditched the baby without detection?  

In an attempt to both understand and prevent poor parents doing away with, or mistreating their children, Thomas Coram set up the Foundling Hospital in Brunswick Square, opening in 1741.  Coram was a sea captain, who returned to London and became distressed by the state of the children of the poor.  William Hogarth painted a series of pictures for the hospital.  He also set up a wet-nurse system near his house at Chiswick and acted as 'Inspector of Nurses'.  He was supposed examine the quality of their character and dwelling, but I imagine this job had some perquisites.  George Frederick Handel donated an organ to the hospital and gave performances to benefit the charity.  Originally, a basket hung outside the gate of the hospital in which babies might be placed anonymously, with a token from their former life (it was intended for newborns, of less than two months).  The capacity of 400 was soon reached, and in desperation Coram introduced an interview system, where mothers had to present themselves and explain their situation.  At the end of the interview, they were presented with a small painted ball.  A white ball meant their child had been accepted.  A red ball meant they had made the waiting list.  A black ball meant no, giving rise to the modern meaning of 'black-balled.'

Children taken into the Foundling Hospital were sent out to Hogarth's Chiswick until they were four or five, when they returned to Brunswick Square where in theory, they received the rudiments of an education before they were 'apprenticed', at fourteen for the boys and sixteen for the girls.  The reality of the Foundling Hospital, noble though its aims were, was that it hired out the children as day labour.  A fact testified to by illustrations and cartoons of the time (such as the one in the gallery below, with the sweep leaving the hospital for his day's labour).  Of the fifteen thousand children presented to the hospital in its first four years, less than a third survived to adolescence.  A shameful statistic, and one Coram was disillusioned by.  Poor families who managed to keep hold of their children fared little better, and it was not uncommon for people in desperate straits, or poorhouses to sell children into the service of the 'master-sweeps'.     

Master-sweeps were rough men who patrolled the streets of London with their climbing boys and sometimes climbing girls, waiting to be accosted by housekeepers and footmen.  Reliance on coal fires for heat and cooking meant London was a smoky place, full of labyrinthine chimneys connecting rooms and even different houses.  Soot collected on brick ledges and double-backs.  A lot of soot meant fire, and no one in London liked the word fire. The extendable brushes still used today would not make it around the corners of Georgian London's chimneys.  Only small children were agile enough to scramble up and brush the soot down, with a hand-held brush.  After pushing the child up the chimney, the master-sweep would gain the roof and wait for the child to reach the top of the chimney, thus proving they had done the job properly.  Often, the fireplace and chimney were still hot, particularly in kitchens where a constant fire was necessary.  

It is necessary to avoid sentimentality when researching the lot of these children, but it is hard not to be affected by the tales of their woes.  In 1817, the account of the death of Thomas Pitts was recounted before a Parliamentary Committee, in an attempt by humanitarians to have something done about the lot of the climbing children.  

'On Monday morning, 29 March 1813, a chimney sweeper of the name of Griggs attended to sweep a small chimney in the brewhouse of Messrs Calvert and Co. in Upper Thames Street; he was accompanied by one of his boys, a lad of about eight years of age, of the name of Thomas Pitt.'

The fire was still lit at the brewhouse, so Griggs extinguished it and sent the boy down from the top.  Inside the chimney was an iron pipe, perhaps carrying hot water.  It remained scalding hot, and Thomas Pitt became lodged against it immediately.  When ordered to come out, he apparently responded with a pathetic cry of, 'I cannot come up, master, I must die here.’  The alarm was raised and a bricklayer working nearby came and broke the boy out of the chimney, but he was dead.  The report of the surgeon attending was thus:

'On inspecting the body, various burns appeared; the fleshy part of the legs and a great part of the feet more particularly were injured; those parts too by which climbing boys most effectually ascend or descend chimneys, viz. the elbows and knees, seemed burnt to the bone; from which it must be evident that the unhappy sufferer made some attempts to return as soon as the horrors of his situation became apparent.'

Should any of these boys survive to adolescence, they were prone to the serious malady 'soot-warts'.  For decades it was believed to be a venereal disease resulting from sooty love-making, probably because it arrived at the same time as puberty.  It was Percivall Pott, in 1775, who recognised it as the first occupational cancer in his treatise Chirurgical observations Relative to the Cataract, the Polypus of the Nose, the Cancer of the Scrotum.  Pott's treatise is not for the faint-hearted or for anyone in possession of a scrotum, so I content myself with the following extract.

'The fate of these people seems singularly hard; in their early infancy, they are most frequently treated with great brutality, and almost starved with cold and hunger; they are thrust up narrow, and sometimes hot chimnies, where they are bruised, burned, and almost suffocated; and when they get to puberty, become peculiarly liable to a most noisome, painful, and fatal disease.'

Just in case you thought the girls got away with it, they didn't.  There were a few incidences of climbing girls, but mostly they were put out to do 'a woman's work'.  This included helping midwives such as Elizabeth Browrigg.  Brownrigg was a respected midwife in Fetter Lane.  She took girls from the Foundling Hospital and used them as maids to help her during births.  A girl named Mary Jones ran back to the Foundling Hospital in 1765, crying cruelty.  The hospital investigated and warned James Brownrigg to keep his wife under stricter control.  The neighbours complained again, but nothing was done.  By the 4th of August 1767, the Browrigg's had murdered a girl in their care.  

Mary Clifford was fifteen, and came to the Foundling Hospital as the result of a broken home.  Upon the death of her mother, her father had married another woman, also Mary.  Four years later, he left her.  Unable to support a young girl, Mary had left her with the Foundling Hospital and 'gone into Cambridgeshire'.  Mary Clifford was put into service with Elizabeth Brownrigg with another girl, Mary Mitchell, who was to testify at the Brownrigg's trial for Clifford's murder.

Mary Clifford had the misfortune to be a bed-wetter, giving Brownrigg an excuse to shave her head, strip her naked, make her work naked, and beat her while she hung from a hook, naked.  They then locked her up for the weekends when they went to Hertfordshire, without food or water.  Brownrigg and her son, John, were clearly unrestrained sexual sadists.  Georgian courts refrain from discussing sexual abuse (although they delight in the minute mechanics of sodomy), but the full transcript of the case in the Old Bailey records dwells repeatedly upon Mary's near-constant nakedness and the injuries inflicted upon her whilst naked, inferring sexual intention on the part of both Brownrigg and her son.  She was beaten, chained, and starved.  James Brownrigg, the husband, sometimes attempted to restrain his wife, by hiding her whips and sticks, but he wasn't very good at it.  John Brownrigg sounds a disgusting little article in late adolescence, who liked administering beatings to a naked girl who was quite possibly of slow wit.  

In midsummer 1767 Mrs Clifford returned to London and sought out her step-daughter in Fetter Lane.  She was turned from the door, John Brownrigg telling her that Mary did not want to see her.  The real reason was that he and his mother had beat Mary into insensibility.  However, before we condemn Georgian London as a hell-hole without mercy, we see the testimony of William Clipson, apprentice baker to Mr Deacon next door.  Clipson was upstairs in his master's house and happened to look into the Brownrigg's yard.  There he saw Mary Clifford, lying in the filth with the Brownrigg's pig, and crawled out of a sky-light in order to get a proper look at her.  

'I spoke to her two or three times, but could get no answer; I tossed down two or three pieces of mortar, and the third piece fell upon her head; then she looked up in my face, I saw her eyes black, and her face very much swelled;...I went down and told my mistress what I had seen, and what a shocking condition the girl was in; then a watchmaker's wife, that lives opposite to us, went and found out the girl's mother-in-law (he means step-mother), and she came to our house; we told her what I had seen, and what a condition the girl was in; she cried...'

The parish overseers and a Constable were called to the house.  The Brownriggs denied the girl was within the house, but the neighbours, Mrs Clifford refused to leave until she was produced.  In the end, James Brownrigg was threatened with Newgate, and they produced both Mitchell, and Mary Clifford.  Mrs Clifford was distressed by the state of her step-daughter.

'She was in a sad condition indeed, her face was swelled as big as two, her mouth was so swelled she could not shut it, and she was cut all under her throat, as if it had been with a cane, she could not speak; all her shoulders had sores all in one....I suppose they were cut by whips or sticks...her head was cut, she had a great many wounds upon it, and cuts all about her back and her legs; when I pulled her shoes and stockings off at the workhouse, I found her legs cut cross and cross, as if done with a thin end of a whip, and her back worse than her legs, and a very bad wound upon one of her hips.'  

Mary Clifford died later that day.  Elizabeth Brownrigg was found guilty and hanged at Tyburn the Monday following her trial.  James and John Brownrigg spent six months in Newgate and were bound over for seven years.  Such was the public approbation for John Brownrigg that he shortened his name to Brown and moved further west, somewhere near Oxford Circus.

The feral desperation of abject poverty is nowhere more depressing, and well-illustrated than in Georgian London, nor the cruelties it allowed those who came to be in a position to mete them out.  It also draws a clear distinction between people who mistreated children because of their own poor state, and people who abused children because it was in their nature to do so.  Such niceties of distinction are still with us today.  Tyburn is not.

 

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