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Let us tarry here a while: Advanced Courtship in Georgian London

Modern commentators are very keen to perpetuate an image of young couples entering into marriage and procreation in a state of complete ignorance but this is not really the case outside the aristocracy (and then only for the girls).  The idea that 18thC swains and shepherdesses met at the country fair, then married after a few chaste kisses is not impossible, but in reality is highly unlikely.  The openness of courting in England in general (outside particularly religious communities) was observed with both astonishment and approval by Continental travellers, who noted young unchaperoned couples eating picnics together on Sundays in London's various pleasure gardens.  Any reader of Samuel Pepys is aware of the amount of grappling a young woman could expect if caught unawares, or if she had led a man to think she might permit it.  I think Sam was rather enthusiastic in his approach, but he certainly sheds light on the interaction between the sexes in the late 17thC and it appears women were not exactly put on a pedestal, unless they were worth a very great deal of money.

As previously noted, during the long 18thC the average age of marriage for men was in the late 20s, and for women, the early 20s.  This doesn't include the upper classes, where sexual continence for the women was paramount before marriage.  To imagine that all these other young, healthy people abstained from sex for over a decade after puberty is plainly rot.  'Bundling' or 'tarrying' is put forward as one theory whereby young couples in an established relationship might engage in minor foreplay and achieve physical intimacy without intercourse: try before you buy, as it were.

This approach makes perfect sense: as a parent you weren't condoning pre-marital sex.  The opposite in fact.  The girl had a knot tied in the bottom of her nightdress, or was wrapped up in a blanket, and the couple were allowed to sleep together, at the girl's home.  This means the parents were approving of the young man, but setting limits upon the relationship.  The man was to stay dressed and outside the blanket.  It is alleged that the Puritans used a 'bundling board', but I think this is more like for the event of strangers sharing the same bed, rather than courting couples.  Only a minute's thought will reveal tarrying to be both a sensible idea, and a bit of a cheat for the girl.  Still, it was infinitely preferable to getting married without knowing your arse from your elbow, so to speak, and very useful for making sure you weren't going to buy the last chicken in the shop.

Bundling is often asserted to be a one-time only deal, but I'm fairly sure that's not true.  After all, if you liked your daughter's suitor but he didn't have quite enough money to marry but had hopes for the future you'd rather she hung onto him by progressing their relationship under some sort of supervision rather than went off with someone else, or got pregnant after a furtive knee-trembler.  If she did get pregnant, through the blanket obviously, it was expected the couple would marry.  After all, the relationship was established in the family, if not the community.  Apprentices were not supposed to marry during their 7 years, but this method of courtship would allow them much more freedom than simple abstinence.  Bundling was really for younger couples, to allow them to learn gradually about a fundamental part of married life.  It also allowed those stolen moments that are so important to developing relationships.

(A more extensive history of bundling is documented in America, where it continued into the 1920s as a folk custom and ritual part of courtship.  It continued even longer in Amish communities.  Bundling has been recorded from about 1600 in Norway, the Netherlands and Germany, as well as England, and finally appears in the Dictionary for 1781, before which it was known as tarrying.)

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London's 'Devilish Pastime': Football

To claim the invention of the game of football for London would be naughty: as long as there have been balls, little boys will kick them.  Prior to the 1580s, street or mob football has been assumed the only game, but between 1421 and 1423, the Brewers' Company records the hiring out of their hall to the football 'plaiers', for 20 pence (which I presume to be for their matches over the year as 20 pence is a reasonable sum). 

In mob football, four white shirts were soaked in the nearest pump and balled up, two at each 'end', on the ground.  Teams could contain any number of players, and often, like tug-o-war, there were many more players on one side than the other.  Mob football was often played by gangs of apprentices from neighbouring parishes/villages on a Saturday afternoon when they got out from work (anyone see a pattern here?).  High streets were a common venue as they provided a narrower field, but commons also served as improvised pitches.  Beer compulsory at the close of play. 

In 1581, Richard Mulcaster (Old Etonian, and headmaster of Merchant Taylors' and St Paul's) wrote his treatise on the education of children.  It is a remarkably modern document, and describes 'foteball' as a tool for instilling discipline, teamwork and physical fitness in the young.  Mulcaster also recommended the involvement of a referee.  

By 1660, Francis Willughby had written his Book of English Games, which included the diagram of a pitch and a description of the ball: 

They blow a strong bladder and tie the neck of it as fast as they can, then put it into the skin of a buls cod and sew it fast in...The harder the ball is blown, the better it flies.

The anatomy of the early football is intriguing: it is double-skinned like the modern ones.  I had heard people talk about the kicking of a pig's bladder before, but thought it unlikely as bladders were used to contain paint and other retailed liquids such as floor polish, but they are not particularly durable.  Anyone who has visited a petshop will have seen pieces of a bull's penis for sale.  They are extremely strong and durable, and I am not surprised to learn they were used as the outer leather for footballs.  There sounds to be a certain amount of skill in the making of them as well, so there may well have been specialist makers.  

By 1747, boys at Eton were playing the game we would recognize today, followed rapidly by Westminster and the other public schools.  The schools played amongst themselves, but across London, teams were forming.  Hammersmith, Fulham and Chelsea were the three main villages to contribute teams to the London scene.  The Fulham team were known for their rowdiness, and that of their followers and when they played Hammersmith there was almost always violence.  Closer to the centre of London, teams of apprentices such as butchers, fishmongers and plaisterers.  They wore their badges on their sleeves to distinguish between the teams.  Villages wore different coloured arm-bands.  

Hammersmith, Chelsea and Fulham Commons were the venues for the village matches and the apprentices played on the Blackguards' Ground near Moorfields in the City.  By the late 18thC, a separate group was emerging: grown men from across Britain who found themselves in London, and banded together with their fellows to create teams.  The most notable were the Westmoreland and Cumberland teams, who all trained together as The Gymnastic Society, thought to be the first modern football club.  From the 1780s they played regularly on Kennington Common.  

In 1826, a reincarnation of the Gymnastic Society mentioned the vast crowds of spectators drawn by football every weekend, and since the 12thC football has been regularly outlawed for causing people to congregate in an unruly fashion.  There was no charge to watch.  Up until the Victorian period, it was customary for gentlemen to arrive on their horses to watch from a better vantage point, and there are stories of makeshift grandstands collapsing under the weight of spectators.  So it seems that for as long as boys have wanted to kick a ball, there are people who have wanted to watch them do it.  

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The Variegated Damsel and The Beautiful Spotted Boy

On the 12th of October 1736, on a Jesuit plantation in Cartagena, Columbia a little girl names Mary Sabina was born to the two negro slaves Patrona and Martiniano.

José Gumilla was a priest in charge of the sick on the plantation, and when Mary Sabina was about six months old, he happened to see her when she was with her mother.  He discussed the child's extraordinary appearance with Patrona.  Mary Sabina had piebaldism, resulting in the astonishing spotted effect visible in the two portraits of her in the gallery.  Patrona put it down to the fact that she had a pet dog of black and white colouring of which she had become fond whilst pregnant.  Gumilla recommended Patrona guard her baby very carefully lest some ignorant person cast the evil eye upon it.

Mary Sabina's fame rapidly spread.  Piebaldism is a form of partial albinism, usually without the attendant eye problems and skin thickening, rendering piebald individuals both extraordinary to look at, and rather beautiful.  Particularly fascinating, and striking in black piebald individuals are the contrasting patches of black and white hair.  Mary Sabina was undoubtedly a very pretty little girl, as the two images show, but her ultimate fate is unknown.  During her life she became something of a local celebrity in Cartagena, and the owners of one of the 'English factories' there sent back her portrait to London, where it now hangs in the Royal College of Surgeons Hall.  She was used as an illustration for Victorian lectures on partial albinism where she was dubbed, 'Our Little Variegated Damsel'. 

It was only a matter of time before some enterprising individual provided London and its insatiable love of freakery with a piebald individual of its own.  In 1808, a little piebald boy was born on St Vincent in the Caribbean.  George Alexander Gratton was the child of two black islanders who shared the surname of Gratton (possibly two slaves on the plantation of a man named Gratton, or they may have been married and free).  As a baby he was apparently shown to spectators for a dollar per person, but at 15 months old he arrived in Bristol, where he ended up on the care of Marlow-born showman John Richardson, who had apparently paid a thousand guineas for George.  The details of this part of his story are hazy enough to be verging on the anecdotal, but there can be no doubt that George ended up in Richardson's care, and that Richardson had George baptized at Newington Church in Surrey on the 22nd of July, 1810.

George was shown throughout London, and England for the next few years as 'The Beautiful Spotted Boy', or the 'Spotted Negro of Renown'.  The piebald dog theory (no doubt drawn from Patrona's own 80 years before) makes an appearance in the pictures of George, who looks to be a lovely baby.  The similarity in the markings on his body show it is the same boy.  He died in 1813, of 'a gathering' about the jaw, which perhaps was a facial tumour his condition predisposed him to.  Richardson had done well out of his purchase, and if his treatment of George in death mirrored his treatment of the boy in life, perhaps little George Alexander Gratton's short existence was not so very bad:  Richardson had George buried in Richardson's own plot at the All Saints Church on The Causeway in Marlow, and had an attractive and dignified headstone fashioned for him.  He was later buried with George, and his own headstone placed behind that of his 'Beautiful Spotted Boy', where they remain today.

 

       
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Children in the Old Bailey

 

The stereotypical image of the Georgian law courts is that of a fat judge donning the black silk to pass the death sentence on some poor soul whose desperation for a crust of bread led them to steal a lace handkerchief.  The records of the Central Criminal Court show a rather more complex set of values.  

It was difficult to be a child witness: you had to testify in court, but your testimony was not necessarily taken into account.  If your testimony was deemed 'notable', it would no doubt influence the jurors, but it would not secure a conviction if there was not substantial evidence to back it up.  The main crimes committed against children are murder and manslaughter (no testimony from the child) and rape.  The first two are pretty clear cut, with only niceties dividing them in some cases, but the latter is a quagmire, and one that will require a strong stomach to investigate, or read, further.  I judge you forewarned.

 

Infanticide has long been deemed one of the foulest crimes.  Mothers who kill their children are deemed 'unnatural' and the usual punishment was death.  A typical scenario, of which I have found more than twenty between 1674 and 1700 was of a serving girl, who finds herself pregnant, delivers the baby in secret and whether it is alive or dead, disposes of it in the 'House of Office'.  How many babies perished in cess-pits is hard to say, but the routine nature of the court reports mean it was no uncommon occurrence.  Little accommodation was made for the mother: failing to make another aware of your labour and delivering in secret was illegal (presumably to avoid baby-swapping/smothering).  A case of 1674, in which the Ordinary, or court reporter recorded the reactions of those present, and the complexities of the law which led to a guilty verdict:

 

The next seemed to be an object of Compassion to most people present, a poor young Wench lodging about Thames street, betrayed (apparently the father of her child had promised to marry her) and getting her with Child, which being perceived by the Woman that she lodged with...this etous woman...cruelly turned her out of doors, and set her in another Parish, and there left her in pains, telling her than now the said Parish were bound to provide for her.  In this sad condition in the street, and without any help was this poor Creature delivered, and being found lying as one half dead by the watch, and her condition perceived; a midwife was called, who found the Child dead, but not separated from her Body, when she came to her; who asking her if it were still-born, the Prisoner both then and now said, it was not, for she heard it, cry, but denied that she intended or used any wilful means to make away the Life of it nor did there any signs of Violence appear save only some little spots or marks of a Bruse or Pinch on the Throat, which some conceive might be occasion'd Involuntarily in struggling to Promote its Birth; by an ignorant Woman in her circumstances: however being a Bastard Child, and the law makeing it death in that case for any woman to be delivered alone without calling help, she was thereupon found Guilty (and sentenced to death).

 

A fairly grim example of 17thC justice, although report makes it clear that neither the observers or the recorder were happy about it.  Not every court was so unsympathetic, and more than one case brings to light the recognition of post natal depression.

 

The fact upon the Evidence given into the Court appeared to be thus; this woman had (not long before the fact) been delivered of the Child...she was observed for some time before to be some what discomposed and distempered in her mind;...The day whereon this tragedy was acted, this unnatural Mother Orders her Nurse to make her a Sea-Coal fire in her Chamber, and to blow it up well pretending she was cold; this being done, she sends the aforesaid Nurse upon some arrand out of doores; and then takes her little Infant in her hands...she cruelly thrust the poor Innocent into it, and then threw the Coals upon it, where it was burned to Death; A little while after the Nurse returning and perceiving some of the Child cloths upon the fire, snatching to take them off, caught hold of some part of the Child that was not then consumed, whereupon Surprized with the horror of the sight, she shreikt out and askt who had done it, which the Cruel Mother presently confessed to be her self, and was thereupon taken into the hands of Justice, and at this Sessions tryed for her Life, as I have before told you, she was at last Cleared by the Jury who judged her not to be of sound mind before, and at the time of doing the fact, and therefore brought her in not Guilty (with a verdict of non compos mentis).

 

The potentially dangerous nature of life on the unregulated London thoroughfare is attested to by the many children killed by carriages and stagecoaches.  One particularly horrific incident involves a little girl's face 'being ground against a post' until dreadful things happened, but what follows is an account of a typical accident in 1732, and a typical punishment: branding.

 

Joshua Floyd was indicted on the Coroner's Inquisition, for feloniously in the parish of St Paul's of Covent-garden John Urly, aged 9 Years, by driving 2 Horses, Harness'd to a loaded Dray, whereby the said John receiv'd one mortal Bruise in the Head, of which he instantly dy'd, the 28th of April last.  The Child was sitting at a Bench, when the Prisoner came along with a Dray, which he drove close to the Houses, that the Off-wheel broke down the Bench, and wedged the Child's Head up against an Iron-Grate; the Blood gush'd from his Neck, his Nose, and Eyes, and he dy'd on the Spot.  Guilty.

 

Of course, accidents and murder weren't the only thing that happened to children: almost all the cases of rape that appear at the Old Bailey at the turn of the 17thC concern the rape of children.  It was illegal to have sex with a child under ten years old, no argument.  If it could be proven that a child had been penetrated by an adult male, then he would be hanged, no excuses.  To establish said penetration, the girl would have to be examined by a midwife, or often two, and a surgeon.  Modesty played no part in the court proceedings, and the state of the victims injuries were put before the jury in graphic terms.  Indeed, one Philip Roberts was judged innocent of 'ravishing' Jane Harris in 1683, because of mother and daughter's 'over-much modesty'.  It was very common for proof of rape to include the testimony that the child had contracted venereal disease as a result of the rape.  This is more likely to have been a physical result of the damage done by abuse, rather than disease, but that cannot now be verified.  In one extraordinary case of 1678, various witnesses attested to the fact that 8 year old Elizabeth Hopkins 'took pleasure in' being raped by Stephen Arrowsmith (it appears from their testimonies that they had been bribed), but the jury had none of it, and he hanged.

 

One final case sad account of a child in court is the case in 1678 of two young Westminster boys:


Another unhappy Murther haypened at Westminster by the discord of two young Lads, who quarrel'd about cutting their Apron-strings, being Shoomakers, the younger not knowing how to revenge himself, took a three peny Knife and stabb'd the other, who run out of the Shop with his Bowels in his hands, cri'd, Lord have mercie upon my Soul, Daniel has kill'd me. The Lord Chief Baron after he had heard the Evidence, wish'd the Jury to consider whether the boy understood what he had done or not, he being but thirteen years and a month old, the Jury afterwards brought him in guilty of Man's Slaughter.

 

There is no record of any punishment for the boy, but I suspect what he had done marked him as clearly any brand.

 

 

   
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A detestable crime-

Before the Great Fire there were many complaints over the centuries about how Old St Paul's cathedral had become overtaken by the populace as a place to stand and gossip (as you can see from the gallery), and even do business due to the close proximity of the City merchants.  The commerce was of every nature, and increasingly, complaints were made about the prostitutes who plied their trade in the many shadows of the church.  By the Great Fire, it had become commonplace for suitably inclined apprentices to spend their Sunday afternoons there, where they might be propositioned by an interested gentleman, and make a little money to add to their wages.  Needless to say, the authorities were less than happy with the situation, but it was so well-established there wasn't that much they could do about it, besides moan.  When the new cathedral was built, the traders were banished to the Royal Exchange and the prostitutes chased out by wardens.  However, it remained a place to make new friends, paid or unpaid.

On the 4th of December, 1730 the Old Bailey trial records contain the following case:

William Hollywell and William Huggins, were indicted, the former for an Assault, with an Intent to commit the detestable Crime of Buggery upon the latter, and he for consenting and submitting to the same.

John Rowden depos'd, That it had been for many Years his Business to show the upper part of the Cathedral of St. Paul's; that the 19th of November , betwixt 12 and 1 o'Clock, he was going to Dinner, and having heard the old Man's Door shut, he afterwards heard some Persons that seem'd to be coming up softly, he hearken'd, but heard no Voices, that suspecting something more than usual, he look'd through the Light of the Newel Stairs, he being about 30 or 40 Steps from the Prisoners, and did discover the Prisoners in very indecent Postures, whereupon he made haste to them, and surpriz'd them in the following Posture; Huggins's Breeches were down, he stooping very low, so that he could not see his Head, his Shirt was turn'd up on his Back, and his Back-side was bare; Hollywell was standing close by, with his fore Parts to the other's Posteriors, and his Body in Motion, but his fore Parts he could not then see, his Back being towards him, this Evidence: That having thus surpriz'd them, Huggins was busy'd in putting up his Breeches, and Hollywell struggled with him to have got from him, and to have gone off, and tore his Turnover, but he having disengag'd himself, Hollywell got to the Church Door, but could not get out, it being Lock'd, and he having the Key in his Pocket, so he Lock'd them into the Side-Isle , and went to get the Clerk of the Works to go with him to acquaint the Dean with the Matter; that when he came again, Hollywell was got out of the Place where he left him, and could not be found for a considerable time, but at last was found hidden in a Gallery adjoining to the Organ-Loft ; and when they were before the Justice, Hollywell's Shirt was examin'd , and there appear'd plain Tokens of Emission.

The Prisoner Huggins call'd a great many of his Neighbours, who gave him the Character of an industrious Man in his Calling (which was that of a Waterman) of a loving Husband to his Wife, of a tender Father to his Children, of an honest Man in his Dealings , and of a religious Man that kept to his Church constantly on Sundays, and one of the last Men they should have suspected as to such Practices, and should more readily have credited his Familiarity with Women, he commonly associating himself with Women more than Men, but this Character did not avail him against positive and credible Evidence; and Hollywell not calling one single Evidence to his Character, and the Fact being plainly prov'd, the Jury found them both Guilty of the Indictment.

Gay subculture in Georgian London has been explored very thoroughly (no pun intended) by various writers, although often their reading is from a 20thC point of view and too keen to see both homosexuality and homophobia lurking in every shady corner.  There are plenty of records that lend themselves to the study of what appears to be a flourishing and diverse set of people, from the cross-dressing, effeminate 'mollys', to the 'rough trade' cruising Moorfields (the term 'rough trade' comes from the fact that many of these men were from the rougher trades, such as blacksmithing, the watermen, etc).  Apprentices occasionally complained to their guilds about being used in a fashion not mentioned in their contracts, but the matter was always sorted out privately.  There are records of homosexuals, particularly aristocrats living openly.  Exclusive homosexuality seems to have been relatively rare, and many men who had long term male lovers were also married and had children.  At the end of the 17thC, the Society for the Reformation of Manners (as in morals) got underway to root out sodomitical practices.  Quite why they thought this was necessary is a bit bizarre, and they used attractive young men to entrap the 'sodomites', which is unfair to say the least.  In rare cases, the punishment was hanging.  The delight court recorders took in detailing the minutiae of the clothing and 'fore Parts' and so on is extraordinary for a crime so 'detestable'.  

This case is exceptional, not just for the location: they were clearly guilty and had entrapped themselves.  Furthermore it is indicative of a culture of casual sex between consenting male adults, rather than the exploitative relationships between younger boys and older men made so much of in the recent studies of the subject.  Huggins attempted to have his punishment lessened by demonstrating good character (or rank hypocrisy), but Hollywell didn't bother.  It is also worth noting that Huggins got a worse punishment that Hollywell, as he was the receiver, rather than the giver, which carried a greater stigma.  Both men were pilloried, then imprisoned.  Being pilloried was no joke.  I have included an image in the gallery of the Charing Cross pillory to give an idea.  It was typical to stand for no more than an hour, but an account of your crimes was posted up next to you and St Pauls was a well-known place for sodomites to be exhibited.  During the hour, whatever happened to you was bad luck, although in theory, no one was allowed on the raised platform along with you. Kickings and beatings are recorded, but more usual was to be pelted with refuse, excrement and even dead cats and dogs.  No doubt the unfortunate Mrs Huggins was at the very front of the crowd for this one, with a big handful of something truly disgusting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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Armory vs. Delamirie, 1722, King's Bench

The Armory case decided where the law stood on 'finders keepers' or trover, which might sound a bit dull, until you look at the details.  

Paul de Lamerie was in fact, a very wealthy retailing goldsmith, and the main proponent of English rococo silver (see the beautiful kettle of the second picture).  His work was of the highest standards, his clients amongst the most noble in the land, and he was enormously successful during his own lifetime, having risen from a modest background.  Details of his life are scant: born in the Netherlands, came to England with his parents (his father was a Huguenot soldier in William IIIrd's army) and the family took up residence in Berwick Street, Soho.  Even as a young boy, Paul must have shown promise, as his father applied for £10 in charity from the Huguenot Church in Threadneedle Street to place him in an apprenticeship with goldsmith Pierre Platel.  On gaining his freedom, he set up in his own business. Numerous examples of his roguery exist.  They include: being constantly fined for having the work of 'foreigners', his fellow Frenchmen, submitted and hallmarked as his own at Goldsmith's Hall, cheating Customs officers, barring Goldsmiths' Halls powers to search commercial premises, and cheating little boys out of things they found up chimneys.

Yes, you've guessed it: Armory, the plaintiff, was a chimney-sweep or climbing boy, as they were known in Georgian London.  The King's Bench court report records:

The plaintiff being a chimney sweeper's boy found a jewel and carried it to the defendant's shop (who was a goldsmith) to know what it was, and delivered it into the hands of the apprentice, who under pretence of weighing it, took out the stones, and calling to the master to let him know it came to three halfpence, the master offered the boy the money, who refused to take it, and insisted to have the thing again; whereupon the apprentice delivered him back the socket without the stones.

As to the value of the jewel several of the trade were examined to prove what a jewel of the finest water that would fit the socket would be worth; and the Chief Justice directed the jury, that unless the defendant did produce the jewel, and shew it not to be of the finest water, they should presume the strongest case against him, and make the value of the best jewels the measure of their damages: which they accordingly did.

Paul de Lamerie was ordered to pay the sweep compensation to the order of a 'diamond of the finest and first water' of a size to fit into the setting.  One of the great mysteries of the case is who represented Armory.  Climbing boys and girls were the children of the very poor, or parish foundlings, who were sold into the service of the chimney sweep, for a fee of around four pounds.  Their life span was short, due to the carcinogenic nature of coal soot, and the fact that the fires were often still lit when the child went up the chimney.  The fact that the child had shown enough initiative to make to De Lamerie's shop is impressive.  Perhaps another customer took his part and made sure he had good advice?  Sadly, these details are lost, but it is has been assumed in the recent research into legal history that this case represents the first example of pro bono work in Britain. There are no further records pertaining to the sweep, and he is lost to us.  For now.

This short record established title on found goods that was maintained until the end of the 20C.  It is also a vivid snapshot of Georgian London.  Incidents such as these would have been the talk of the neighbourhood, the subject of endless gossip and that they are still remembered, even in dry legal terms illuminates a great deal about De Lamerie's working practices and shop set up.  It's just a shame it doesn't tell us more about the child who triumphed over the most successful goldsmith in London.

 

   
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