POH Transcripts - 1848

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Sidmouth. Ap. 1848. (nb this does not follow on from any previous page)

of hoarding, for he had 75.000 bottles of 150 different sorts of wine, and upwards of 1200 full hogsheads: that there were 24.000 wax candles at Neuilly, and that these added not a little to the blaze when the palace was burnt.  These are amusing statistics.

Thursday. April 27.__Gilt the coronet of the Hutchinson crest on one of my pole screens.

Friday. April 28.__Sent off a letter to Mr. A.F. Lindsay, at Alexandrina, South Australia.  See March 20. 1848.

Monday_May 1. 1848.__ May Day! Fine clear weather, but a cold air.  Just like a March day.

Tuesday. May 2.__Met Mrs. Cunningham on the beach.  Told her I wanted ten minutes chat with her.  She appointed twelve tomorrow.

Spent the evening at the Walkers’, Lime Park.

Wednesday. May 3.__Attended to my appointment at Witheby; but instead of ten minutes with Mrs. Cunningham, made it an hour.

Friday. May 5.__Spent the evening with the Le Patourels at Sidbury Castle House.  Walked home soon after midnight.

Sidmouth and Tiverton

Sunday. May 7__Church morning and afternoon.  In the evening, went to All Saints and heard their new instrument the “Harmonium.”  The effect is good and somewhat organ-like.  The tones are produced by the bellows acting on elastic metalic tongues.

Tuesday. May 9.__ Went to Tiverton to attend the funeral of aunt Mary Roberton, my mother’s sister, who died last Thursday the 4th Instant, at 10 P.M., from an affection in the left breast, caused by a violent blow which she received in her youth.  Met her son-in-law the Revd. F. Jones at the Tiverton Road Station, and we went on together.

Wednesday. May 10. __ The funeral took place this morning.  The only relations present were uncle Roberton, aunt’s husband; cousin Mary Roberton, uncle’s niece; the Revd. F. Jones, and myself.  My aunt was buried in the same spot in the yard of the New Church in Fore Street, where her daughter Jane was interred several years ago.  The tomb is the size of a common grave, bricked at the sides, and large enough to hold two or three coffins one over another, and it is at about 20 or 25 yards from the School at the bottom of the south walk.  My aunt’s is the only coffin; but the bones of her daughter, collected and placed in a box, are deposited on it.

Heightley Cottage, near Chudleigh, Devon. July 1848.

Friday. July 7. 1848. __Rambled over the hills in the neighbourhood of the Hennock road.

Saturday. July 8.__The hay not quite made enough to house, but very nearly.  Took a walk to the Quarry, and made a sketch of it.  Came home with the rheumatism in my lame leg.  What a plague that leg is!

If you should chance to get a lame leg

You will find it to be a terrible plague.

Sunday. July 9.__ It rained incessantly all day.  Alas for the hay!

Young ducks will thrive on a rainy day,

But rain is a grievous thing for hay.

That truth to this conclusion brings –

That ducks and hay are different things.

Monday. July 10.__A superb day, and the hay was housed.

Tuesday. July 11.__Made two sketches of Heightley Cottage.

Wednesday. July 12.__Took a drive in the carriage on the Ashburton road with Mary and my mother.

Thursday. July 13.__Left Heightley for Uffculme.  Went to Exeter in the carriage, and then took rail to the Tiverton Road Station, and then a fly to Uffculme, where we arrived safe.

Uffculme, and Sidmouth. July 1848.

Friday. July 14.__Weather extremely fine and hot.  As a proof of the heat of the sun I may mention a circumstance that happened this morning while I was dressing.  The candle that I had used the night before to go to bed with, was standing in the window with the sun shining upon it.  All at once I was astonished to see it bend sideways with the heat, double down, and deposite the extinguisher in the candlestick.  After breakfast I used the sun to seal a letter, by means of a looking-glass.

Saturday. July 15.__Made two drawings for the little Joneses, and in the evening took a walk with them on Uffculme Down – No! I took the walk with them yesterday evening.  I went up there this afternoon alone, and made a drawing of the Whetstone Hills.

Sunday. July 16.__At Church twice.  In the cool of the evening my mother, the Joneses and myself walked to the Down.

Monday. July 17.__My mother and myself left Uffculme and returned home to Coburg Terrace, Sidmouth, from which I had been absent some two months.

Sidmouth, Devon. July 1848.

Tuesday. July 18.__Wrote a letter or two and set things to rights.

Wednesday. July 19.__Received a visit from Mr. Barratt, during the continuance of wh. one of the most important subjects connected with a gentleman’s appearance was discussed.  Mr. Barratt is a tailor, and the parish clerk.

About an hour after midnight, when I was in bed but not asleep, my attention was arrested by a bright glow of light shining into my room.  I jumped out of bed, opened the window, and looked out, and continued looking for more than half an hour.  There was large blaze of fire, the flames of which were rising over the roots of the houses in the direction of the marsh.  The next morning I heard that it was a fire in the timber yard of Charles Farrant, upholsterer, and that about £100 worth of timber was destroyed.  It is supposed to have been the work of an incendiary.  Farrant is not very popular.  But a fire occurred in the same spot some months ago, and it seems a spite exists owing to his having stopped up a thoroughfare in that neighbourhood.

Thursday. July 20.__Passed a pleasant evening at the Le Patourels’ at Sidbury Castle.  Walked out and back.

Sidmouth. July 1848.

Sunday. July 23.__At church twice.  Both services done by Mr. Bircham Houchen.

Monday. July 24.__Spent another pleasant evening (night!) at Sidbury Castle.  Rode there and back with Mr. Heineken.

Tuesday. July 25.__Amused myself by carpentering in Ebdon’s workshop for a couple of hours.  Read part of Wilkinson’s Australia.

Wednesday. July 26.__Finished making the block for the pulleys, to be fixed to the jamb of the side door to keep it shut.

Friday. July 28.__Made a coloured drawing in Sketchbook No. 9.  Finished reading a volume of Australia written by a Mr. George Blakiston Wilkinson.  The colony of South Australia has now been founded eleven years and a half; it contains upwards of 25.000 inhabitants, and is in a most flourishing state.  I almost wish I were out there looking after my land at Alexandrina.  The plan which has been adopted with respect to this colony has answered well – namely that the money expended on the purchase of land from the crown, is devoted to the purpose of sending out respectable emigrants, on the principle, that land is no use without labourers to till it.  The moral condition of the colony, too, has been much promoted by the care that has been taken in only sending out persons of good and steady character, both men and women.  When Adelaide was founded, in December 1836, the aspect of things soon began to improve: but a system of over speculation in land reduced the colony to considerable distress, and in 1843 this distress was at its worst.  Things, after that, began to improve; but the discovery of the vast mines of metal, speedily gave such an impulse to industry, and opened such a source of wealth, that it has gone on progressing in prosperity ever since.

Saturday. July 29.__Had an industrious day at drawing.  Did a coloured sketch of Amyat Place: was occupied several hours at illuminating the initial letters of Louisa Mary Roberton’s name, from a design sketched out at Heightley; and received a lithographic stone, on which I mean soon to set to work.

Sunday. July 30.__At church twice.  After dinner took a walk up to “Jenny Pine’s Corner,” or “Jenny Pine’s Grave,” as the spot is sometimes called.  The story goes, that an old woman, who many years ago committed suicide [1811],  was buried here in the four-cross-ways.  She

Sidmouth. August 1848

Is said to have cut her throat with a rusty knife – an instrument she generally had in her hand, for she used to earn her living by weeding.  There is a stump of a tree at the north-east corner with the initials “J.P.” cut on it, but I do not think the present tree is the sameI recollect near that spot twenty years ago [see on, and MS. Hist. of Sidm. III.125,]

Monday. July 31.__Took a ramble on Salcombe Hill and got caught in a sudden and violent storm of rain.  I was as drenched through as if I had been ducked in the sea.  I hurried home and changed everything.

Tuesday. August 1. __Passed most of the day drawing.

Wednesday. August 2. __ Ditto

Thursday. August 3.__ Ditto

Political affairs have gone on apace.  The French have 10.000 prisoners who were taken after the disturbance of the beginning of July, and they don’t know what to do with them.  The slaughtered at the time amounted to about an equal number. Ireland is in a terrible state – as when is it not?  But it is worse than ever if possible, and is in a state of rebellion from one end to the other.  I have no sympathy with the Irish. Their ingratitude is disgusting.  Last Saturday the first skirmish took place.  Mr Smith O’Brien, M.P., in the rebel uniform, and wielding the “82 Club”  cap headed some 5000 insurgents, who had collected on Boulagh Common, near Ballingary, Co. Tipperary.  Fifty policemen, who had been sent to that neighbourhood, fearful that they should be overwhelmed, took refuge in a house on the borders of the common, when Smith O’Brien came up and summonsed them to surrender.  As they refused, from the windows, to do this, the insurgents began to place faggots about the house to set it on fire.  Upon this, they discharged their weapons upon their assailants, and killed several, and the rest retired.  O’Brien had a narrow escape of his life.  He has since vanished.  The government has offered a reward of £500 to anyone who shall take him; and £300 for the capture of several of the other rebel leaders.  So much for Ireland.

Friday. August 4.__Had a fagging day at writing and copying letters.

Sunday. August 6.__ After church took a walk over Peak Hill.  Met Mrs, James Jenkins and her two daughters on the top of the hill, and saw Miss Catherine Cunningham as I was coming down.

Monday. August 7.__Sent cousin Mary Roberton the illuminated initials of her name. Commenced my lithographic drawing of the new organ in Sidmouth Church upon the stone.  It is sundry long years since I dabbled in this work, and I feel quite out of practice.  I hope soon to do a map of the town and parish, reduced from the large map, executed according to the provisions of the Tithe Commutation Act, now in the keeping of the churchwardens, so I do this drawing to get my hand in.

After dinner took a walk up Salcombe Hill, commencing my scrambling up the cliff at the mouth of the river Sid.  The farmers are beginning to cut their wheat in this neighbourhood.  We have had a great deal of rain lately; and the weather still looks unsettled.

Tuesday. August 8.__ Six hours at lithography , and two hours yesterday – making eight.

Spent the evening at Lime Park, where, besides the Walkers, I met Captain Elphinstone  and his eldest daughter; and Mrs FitzGerald and two daughters. Captain Elphinstone is the lineal descendant of the Lord Balmerino, who was beheaded for his share in the rebellion of 1745.  He is too poor or too indifferent to prosecute his claim to the title.

Wednesday. August 9__ Most miserable weather for the harvest.  Four hours at lithography – and the eight before = 12.  William Smith O’Brien, the leader of the Irish rebellion is arrested.  He was taken last Saturday evening at 8 o’clock at the Railway Station at Thurles.   What will be his fate?  Severe or lenient?  Will they make an example of him, and hang him up by the neck?  Or transport him, or what?  We shall see.  He is now in Dublin Castle. Some say his friends will try and make out that he is insane, in order to save his life.  But he is not a madman, he has been a fool.

Thursday. August 10.__ Six hours at lithography, and the 12 before make 18.  Finished and mounted my pole screens.

Friday. August 11__ Six hours at lithography – and finished the work.  This makes 24 hours that the whole has taken me to do.  I have made it a close copy of my drawing of the new organ in Sketchbook No.8 with the only difference of the addition of the group of figures.

Saturday. August 12. __Handed the lithographic stone over to Harvey, the bookseller, and he will send it to Risdon’s, 25 High Street, Exeter, to get a proof taken, and see how it turns out.

Sunday. August 13.__At church twice.  The Dean of Exeter preached in the morning.  He is terribly lame, and was obliged to get into the pulpit on crutches.  A horse kicked him in the knee, and damaged the patella.  The prayer  “For Fair Weather”  was read.  We have had so much rain lately that serious apprehensions are entertained about the harvest.  The ripe grain is again growing out of the ear as the wheat stands.  I counted above 80 fields of corn in the valley of Sidmouth as I took a walk up Salcombe Hill this evening.

Sidmouth and Exeter. Aug. 1848.

Monday. August 14.__ Bingham’s birthday.  He is 42.  Received a proof impression of my lithographic drawing.  The grain of the stone is too coarse for a good effect.  They get these things up better in London.

Spent the evening at Mr Heineken’s, chiefly at music.

Tuesday. August 15.__Sidmouth Regatta. The weather was better than it promised in the morning, and matters went off pretty well.  Some of the rowing matches did not come off.  The men who intended to enter for them, took upwards of 50 000 mackerel during the morning; and this success at fishing put so much money in their pockets that they did not care for the money they might have contended for.  Besides this, a hard morning’s work had tired them.

Received from Mr. Radford, solicitor, the document in which Burnley acknowledges being indebted to me in the sum of £10 and £100 three per cent. consoles . --- repaid July 1849.

Friday. August 16.__Started for Whipton to see the O’Brien’s.  Went into Exeter by coach.  It began to rain as soon as I arrived.  Went, however, to Risdon’s, the lithographer.  The defect in the stone, under the window in my sketch, shows more on the stone than on the proofs.  As there appeared to be no satisfactory remedy, I resolved to do the whole over again.  So I ordered him to clean it off, and send the stone to Sidmouth once more.

Walked out to Whipton, and found Mrs O’B. and her four sons, most of whom I have not seen for some years.  They drove me again to Exeter to call on Mrs Gray, their sister Annie , whom I have not seen since she was married.  Went back; had a chatty evening, and slept there.

Saturday. August 19.__ After breakfast copied 26 coats of arms rudely emblazoned on the panelled ceiling of what was once one large room up stairs, but which is now divided into two bedrooms and a passage.  The house probably belonged, at some distant period, to one of the old county families, as I recognised many arms of noted persons of the neighbourhood, as Bampfylde, Russell, Chudleigh of Ashton, Champernowne of Clyst Champernowne, Acland, Fulford, Prideaux of Notewell, Raleigh, &c. [Sorry I have lost these sketches.]

In the afternoon, returned to Exeter, and then got the coach for Sidmouth.  My modern Article on Whipton is in the “Western Antiquary”, Vol. XI. P.196.

Monday. August 21.__Walked to Sidbury, and called on the Hunts and the Fellowes. Returned via Shogbrook.

Wednesday. August 23.__Walked to Knowle, to call on the Wolcotts. Then rambled over Bucken Hill to enjoy the view, where I had never been before. This hill commands the Harcombe and Packham valleys to the north, and there is a fine view of the valley of Sidmouth to the sou’west.

Monday. August 28.__Witnessed Mrs Walker’s signature at Lime Park.

Tuesday. August 29.__ Composed a waltz in Bb [B flat].

Wednesday. August 30.__Took a walk with Mamma and paid some visits.

Thursday. August 31st. At a party at the Leviens. Went through three quadrilles -  the first with Miss Fitz Gerald, the second with Miss Mary Ann Kennet Dawson, and the third with one of the Misses Levien.  By the bye, this family is of Jewish descent, but they have now turned Christians, and the father of the present man, altered his patronymic from Levi to Levien, or else the present man did it when he gave up Jewdaism.

Friday. Sep.1. 1848.__Beware ye partridges, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Began my new lithographic drawing, and worked two hours.

Sidmouth. September 1848.

Saturday. Sep.2.__One hour of lithography; and the 2 of yesterday make 3.  After lunch started at half past one with the Miss FitzGeralds to find the petrifying spring near Salcombe Mouth, by appointment.  We went over Salcombe Hill, keeping along the edge of the cliff on the top and down the other side, where the view was beautiful, as the day was fine.  No particular adventures occurred, except one or two slips and tumbles in getting over the stiles on the steep slope of the hill.  We went down upon the beach at  “Salcombe Mouth.”   And the walking about 100 yards still further eastward, found the spring issuing from the face of the cliff.  It is nothing, however, compared with what I remember it a dozen years ago.  We saw a quantity of petrified moss adhering to the cliff; but too high up to get at.  There were some masses lying on the beach, but not good.  However, we brought some of it home.  We then sat down upon the shingles and discussed some sandwiches.  We returned to Sidmouth, all along the beach:  but it was almost more tiring than going over the hill.

Monday. Sep.4. 1848.__Superb weather at last.  After all, we have a great and confident hope in a fair harvest.  Three hours at lithography - and the 3 before = 6.

Tuesday. Sep.5.__ Five hours at lithography  -  and the six before = 11.

Wednesday. Sep.6.__Five hours at lithography –  and the eleven before = 16.

Thursday. Sep.7.__Miss Slessor and George Gutteres were married this morning at Sidmouth church.  Four hours at my lithography – and the 16 before = 20.  [see window in church. s. side.]

This evening went to a ball and supper at the Hunts of Court Hall.  Two quadrilles only.  Home at half past 12.

Friday. Sep.8.__Three hours at lithography, and finished my work, having been 23 hours at it altogether.  It requires some resolution to do the same subject twice over.  I hope everything will be satisfactory this time.

Saturday. Sep.9.__Went to Livonia Cottage and called on Mrs. Elphinstone, and her brother Mr. Loback.  She was a Russian lady, and speaks English with a foreign accent.  She ought to [be] Lady Balmerino here, and is Baroness Elphinstone in Russia, as her husband was made a baron in Russia some years ago.  Though he is a Captain in the British Navy, he was also for some time in the Russian service.  That he has a right to the title of Lord Balmerino, appears plain from the genealogical tree he shewed me, and the facts he related; but as he has a wife and several children, he is  “lying on his oars,”  as he observed, and cannot at present prosecute his claim.

Parliament was prorogued last Tuesday by the Queen in person, accompanied by Prince Albert, after one of the most protracted sessions on record.  The Whigs are strange statesmen; and in spite of their “retrenchment”  and boasted  “economy”  they have wound up by confessing that they are two millions in debt.  This they have been obliged to borrow; and thus have added two millions more to the National Debt.

An account has just been given in a parliamentary paper of all the gold, silver and copper money of the realm coined at the Royal Mint from the first of January 1816, to the 31st December last.

Of gold coinage the value was           £90.029.763..15..3

Of silver  ....................................        £13.573.906..19..10

And of copper............................         £343.051..15..0

Total     £103.846.722..10..1


Immediately after the prorogation of Parliament, the Queen, Prince Albert, and the princess and Prince of Wales started from Wolwich in the Royal Yacht for a sojourn in Scotland.

Monday. Sep.11. __Though moderately fine the weather is very cold.  Indeed, it has been a cold summer.  According to the register kept here by Mr. Heineken, the thermometer has only once or twice been up to 71.

Wednesday. Sep.13.__Walked to Ladram Bay along the beach, and returned over the hill.  I have not taken this walk for six or seven years.  It is rather a rough one on the beach, and in order to get through the Arch at Ladram Bay, one must calculate the time, so as to be there at low water at spring tides, for at neap tides it is not low enough to walk through.  To-day the moon was full, and I arrived at 20 minutes before twelve, and found the tide very low.  I can see some alterations in the face of the cliffs since I was here last.  When I was on the sands in Ladram Bay, I fell in with a gentleman who had that morning rambled over from Sidmouth, but he had gone over Peak Hill, the way I meant to return, and I directed him how he could go back the way I had come, which, at first, he was afraid to do, for fear of being caught by the tide.  In the course of our conversation, he talked on the subject of geology, and he mentioned having recently having come from the Isle of Wight.  He had also visited the Landslip, and made several remarks of the appearance exhibited in the cliffs in this neighbourhood.  He then observed that he had been reading a book, which he got at Harvey’s Library called “The Geology of Sidmouth, and South-Eastern Devon,” written by a Mr. Peter Orlando Hutchinson, and he had been making observations on the coast with his book in his hand.  At his announcement I could scarcely contain my countenance, for he little thought that he was talking to the author himself.  However, I remarked, with all the gravity I could assume, that I remember having read the book some years ago.  We then separated, and I climed to the top of High Peak Hill, where I ate my luncheon.   On the way up I made a coloured sketch of Ladram Bay.  High Peak Hill is about 513 feet in elevation [513.9 by the Ordnance calculation].  I gave myself half an hour to examine the remainder of the earth works of the old camp, for such I have not the least doubt but it is: but whether it be the Fidortis or the “Lost Station” of antiquaries, I cannot decide positively,  tho’ incline to the idea.  No.  On examining the escarpment of the cliff, next the sea, where the hill has been abraded away, in two places I remarked a stratum of ashes and charcoal, one about three feet below the surface, and down to which I could not reach with my arm over the cliff.  But the other was in a more accessible place, and not above a foot below the surface.  These fires appear to have been made on the ridge of the agger or earthwork, but whether for signals or culinary purposes is not certain.  It appears, then, that the earthwork was subsequently heightened, and the remains of the fires buried; but the wearing away of the hill has laid the ashes bare, and shewing the appearance of a black stratum.  I collected several pieces of the charcoal and brought them home.  On being held over a candle, they reddened like a piece of charcoal recently made.  I must make another visit to the hill, and examine it still more closely.

After dinner this evening, finished reading Dr. Johnson’s Preface to his edition of Shakespeare’s Plays, and then read Pope’s ditto to his ditto, which are prefixed to Alexander Chalmers’ edition.  Pope’s preface is not to be compared to Johnson’s, either in the grammatical correctness of the language, nor in its elegance or force, nor has it half the epigrammatical power, nor analytical anatomy.   I have not been in the habit of looking upon Johnson with the blind deference of many persons; but I am rather pleased with the style and composition of this preface.

Sidmouth. Sep. 1848

Friday. Sep.15.__Oh, horror!  I have just learned from the lithographic printer in Exeter that the stone on which I have executed for the second time my view of the interior of Sidmouth Church, has broken in two halves under the weight of the press!  Here is another week’s work gone.  The first time a flaw in the stone, the second time the stone cracked in two!  “The third time,” says the proverb, “is always lucky.”  He said, however, that as the accident had happened under his hands, he would make it good to me, and that he would draw it himself.  But if he does it, it won’t be my doing; and I want the lithograph to be my own doing.  After a little vexation, I resolved to have courage to do it again, and sent for another stone.

Saturday. Sept.16.__ Superb weather!  We shall apparently have a fine autumn,  after all; and I have resolved to make the most of it out of doors.  To-day I planned another examination of High Peak Hill.  Started after breakfast.  Made a coloured sketch of the hill from Peak Hill, which took me two hours.  Discussed my lunch, and then walked to the summit of High Peak.  Erected a little flag-staff, on which I fixed an old cambric pocket-handkerchief, as a signal to Mr. Heineken in Sidmouth.  Then erected an upright staff four feet long, having two cross pieces three feet apart, thus:- [drawing] By means of this Mr. Heineken will measure the distance to the summit of the hill from his house in the High Street, with the micrometer in his large telescope.  Instead of three feet, however, it would be better if the pieces were 6, or even 10 feet apart.  Perhaps I will be at the trouble of erecting a longer pole some day.  These signals I left after I came away.  Then examined the worn away face of the cliff, and dug out some charcoal, which I carried home.  Also rambled down over the cliff to examine below the summit.  Found nothing there in the antiquarian way, but several imperfect geological specimens in the green sand, which were not worth taking.  Returned home after having been six hours out.

Monday. Sep. 18.1848.__Went to see Mr. Fish’s cottage.  I believe it must be some eight or ten years since I was there last.  What an exhibition to be sure!  There is a profusion of everything that costs money (except books) but we look in vain for anything that can bespeak talent, good breeding, science, or mind.

Tuesday. Sep.19.__Sent off my letter for Mr. J.M.Skipper, of Adelaide, South Australia.

Wednesday. Sep.20.__Received a letter from Mr. John Skipper of Thorpe Hamlet, acknowledging the receipt of £2.

Received another lithographic stone.

Thursday. Sep.21.__The splendid weather still continues.  Took advantage of it by making an examination of the old British, Saxon or Danish camp on the summit of Sidbury Castle Hill.  Started after breakfast, and ascended on the south end of the hill; but it was a most difficult scramble, and I had great difficulty in getting up.   Since I was here last (about six years ago) the thorns, brambles, heather, fern, trees, and brushwood have grown so high and close, that it required considerable toil to get through it.  The best places to get up are either on the north-west or the south-east.  The hill is about 500 feet high, the summit oval in form, and two aggeres enclose it.  I measured the two diameters of the inner agger, with a ten-foot rod which I cut coming up, and made the longest 1450 feet, or 483 yards, being somewhat more than a quarter of a mile: whilst the short diameter was 430 feet, or 143 yards.  As I stood on the south-east point of the hill at noon, the sun was directly over the church tower in Sidmouth.  Examined the whole of the top of the hill all round the entrenchment; but the coppice and bushes in some parts was so thick, that I found great difficulty in tracing the works with certainty.  At the north-east point, where it joins Ottery Hill, there appeared to be a deep intrenchment between two parallel earthworks thrown up like hedges, as if a flanked or protected road of entrance originally existed here;  but the trees were so thick, that it was difficult to trace it far.  Independent, however, of the fact that this hill is conical and isolated, the remarkable circumstance of two springs of water rising out of the ground on the summit within the circumvallation, must have rendered it a notable cite for a stronghold.  And whilst there are ponds of good water on the surface at this height, the well at the Buscombe Farm in the valley below, is seventy feet deep.  Some antiquarians, in their endeavours to find the “Lost Station”  have, without sufficient grounds, pointed to this hill as the probable cite, but which I am more disposed, and strongly disposed, to assign to High Peak Hill.  The distance of the “Lost Station”  from Isca, or Exeter, in the Itinerary of Antoninus, is set down as XV Roman Miles; and this agrees with the distance of High Peak.  General Simcoe, in writing on this subject, because he could not make any of the known camps in the neighbourhood agree with the required distance, suggested that the Roman was wrong, and had made a mistake in his figures!  This was a new way of settling the question.  But General Simcoe did not know of the existence of a camp on High Peak*; and [*yes; he alludes to it in a note in Polwhele.] until I published the discovery in “Woolmer’s Exeter and Plymouth Gazette” some six or seven years ago, I am not aware that the fact of a former camp on that hill was known at all.

Having completed my measurements and observations on the top of the hill – discussed my luncheon – and made a rough drawing of Sidmouth as seen from thence, I commenced my rough descent, and walked home.

Friday. Sep.22.__The fine weather has broken up with a thunder storm.

Saturday. Sep.23.__The weather warm, but rainy.

Monday, Sep.25.__Began my lithographic drawing, for the third time.  Worked at it 4 hours.  Played for an hour on the pianoforté.

Tuesday. Sep.26.__At lithography 4½ hours, which, with the 4 yesterday, make 8½ hours.

Wednesday. Sep.27.__To-day 4½ hours at lithography, and the 8½ before, make 13 hours.

Thursday. Sep.28.__Yesterday, the moon was new, and I took the opportunity of the spring tides to make another series of observations along the beach to Ladram Bay.  Strarted soon after 10 A.M., and as I went on I made a sketch of the features of the cliffs all the way, especially marking the faults or dislocations, of which there are several.  Not taking those between Sidmouth and the Limekilns (which I must take another day) I began at the Limekilns and went westward.  There appears to have been a slight perpendicular crack at the “First Roosings,”  so called, and the strata from the Limekilns thereto (about a furlong) dip down towards the west, but afterwards the strata rise towards the west, according to the general course along this coast.  [Bent upwards by the fault at the old limekilns, bringing up the Chit Rocks.]  All along under Peak Hill there is no disruption; but I am not sure whether there is not a dislocation at the beginning of High Peak Hill, just after the second of the two little points of the cliff that jut out into the sand.  A few hundred yards beyond this, where there is a cavern, there is a crack; and then at the point of a few hundred farther, and a little beyond the isolated tall mass of rock, there is another crack, and a small cavern.  Just beyond this we come to the first of the masses of rock on the beach, having a volcanic appearance.  This, and the crack last mentioned, are spoken of in my “Geology of Sidmouth.”  The next marked locality we come to is the most projecting point of High Peak Hill, off which stand the isolated rock called “Picket Rock,” which I believe means Peak-ed Rock, or sharp rock, from its shape.  Further off in the sea, and never left quite dry, even at the lowest tides, is a smaller and flatt rock.  On the small extent of beach immediately on the west of this point of the hill are found globular nodules of ironstone, from the size of a pea to that of an apple.  At the next point we come to the principal mass of volcanicmatter.  [No, no.  Hard rock but not igneous.  P.O.H. 1879.]  The lava, in a heated state appears to have forced itself out from under the cliff, bring with it stones and pieces of the sandstone formation.  It is amygdaloidal here, having cells in it like the hill on which the castle of Exeter stands.  I brought some specimens away.  In the cove in which this occurs, there are two or three faults in the cliff easily discerned.  In the next cove also there are two dislocations meeting at top, like a letter A.  A few yards further westward we come to an arch through a slightly projecting point.  I recollect when there was no arch there - perhaps about twenty years ago.  In this cove stands a large isolated rock, once of course united to the main land.  By the bye, the eastern point of this last cove looks as if looks as if it would be detached from the main land.  [See my MS. Hist. of Sidmouth Vol.1.p.8 for the geological section of these cliffs and point A.]  It is planted with potatoes on the top; and this plot of garden can only be reached by a narrow footpath.  Lastly, we come to the celebrated Natural Arch; and having passed this, which can only be done at low water, spring tides, we are in Ladram Bay.  There are two curious isolated rocks standing in this bay.

Having completed my observations geological, I walked up the cliff to the summit of High Peak, to make some observations antiquarian.  On the way I had a great feast of blackberries, and these I enjoyed with a crust of bread and some apples which I had in my pocket.

The more I look at and consider the remains on the summit of High Peak Hill, the more I am convinced that a station of great vastness and strength once existed here.  I examined it again to-day, and contemplated its various positions and entrenchments.  The form of the work appears to have been egg-shaped, the small end pointing towards Peak Hill, and tending, in its long diameter, north-east and south-west.  On the north-east side, too, where it was probably most easily approached, the works were stronger.  There are indications of three aggeres on this side.  I again examined the strata of charcoal:  and to-day I managed to reach lower down over the sea-face of the cliff than before; and whilst lying flat, and with my arm at full stretch, I contrived to get out a piece of charcoal as big as an egg, being part of a knotty joint in a large branch of a tree.  This I brought away, as it was the largest I had found.  The grain and texture resemble oak.  As these fires were made on the top of the earthwork, in an exposed situation, I am disposed to think that they were signal fires, and not fires used for dressing food.  I will shortly write a letter on the subject of this hill, and the Roman roads through this neighbourhood to Woolmer’s Gazette, for something more ought to be said about them, and I will record in print these my observations.

Finished the afternoon at home with a practice on the piano, and and an hour and a half at lithography: this, with the 13 yesterday make 14½.

Friday. Sep.29.__ Michaelmas Day!  North-east wind - dull weather – thermometer 60.  At lithography 3½ hours; and the 14½ of yesterday, make 18.

Saturday. Sep.30.__Sat down to lithography, but several people called and interrupted me, and through threw me out of my calculation.  Think, however, that I was at it about three or four hours – say three; and the 18 before make 21.

Being a rainy evening, I chopped fire-wood for an hour by way of exercise.

Monday. October 2.__At lithography 4 hours, and 21 before = 25.  Spent the evening with Mr. Heineken.  Brought home the first vol. of Camden’s Brittania, by Gough, edit. of 1806, four vols. folio.

Tuesday. Oct.3.__At lithography 5 hours, and the 25 before = 29.

Wedneday. Oct.4.__ At lithography about an hour, and finished the work.  This, with the 29 before, makes 30 hours.  The two previous times I was 24 hours at this Interior of Sidmouth Church.  I hope no accident will happen this time with the printer.

Thursday. Oct.5.__Went with Mamma and called on the Fitz-Geralds.

Friday.Oct.6.__Made arrangements to survey the top of High Peak Hill.  The remains of the ancient stronghold on this hill has occupied my attention a good deal lately.  Yesterday I finished reading David’s volume on Axminster.  He is inclined to think that Hembury Fort may have been Moridunum.  I had been thinking of writing a letter to one of the Exeter papers on the subject of Moridunum, and pointing out High Peak as the possible site: but the matter grows, and I am disposed to think that it would be a suitable article for the Gentleman’s Magazine - indeed, I have some notion now of embodying my investigation in the form of a book, for I find that I shall have material enough.  When I was returning yesterday week over Peak Hill, the idea suggested itself that the track across the common, about 40 yards from the edge of the cliff on the summit, descending on the western side, and still used as the pathway, might be the remains of the old British Road, from Sidbury Castle Hill to High Peak.  It is not impossible, but it may have been the Ikenild Street, or a branch of it.  It appears to come from Bulverton Hill, inland, all along the crown of Peak Hill towards the sea, and turns to the westward at 100 from the cliff, and then points directly to High Peak.  The end abuts out over the cliff, where the land has fallen away between the two hills, Peak and High Peak.  But we come to the other end at the base of the cone of High Peak, were it continues on to Otterton.  It may then have gone on to Woodbury Castle and Exeter.

To-day the summit of High Peak was enveloped in a thick sea fog, but I commenced my survey and carried it through.  It was terribly wet work driving straight lines through the furze and long grass.  The fog prevented my making some distant observations with the spyglass and compass, as I had intended.  I was more than 6 hours out, and returned rather fagged.  -  Oct.10.

Sidmouth. Oct. 1848.

Saturday. Oct.7.__Received a proof impression of my last lithographic effort.  This is more like what I desired.  I think it will do.  So much for perseverance.  [See my Hist. of Sidmouth, V.IV.74.]

Plotted my yesterday’s survey on another piece of paper, so as to set it out fair.  The fog has prevented my making it perfect in several places.  I must go up there again soon – only I will take care to have a clear day.

Monday, Oct.9.__ Spent the evening with Mr. Heineken.

Tuesday.Oct. 10.__ As my survey last Friday of High Peak Hill was very unsatisfactory,  I went up again to-day.  The atmosphere was clear, but it blew a hurricane from the north.  There was a man cutting furze on the hill, but some of the bundles were blown away over the cliff as if they had been feathers.  I was afraid to go near the edge of the cliff myself.  In spite of this I laid out my sundry lines and angles, though I think I must come up again to perfect the business.  I managed it much more agreeably today than last Friday.

Wednesday.Oct.11._  Plotted out on a fair sheet of paper my rough notes of yesterday.   Oct.12.

Sidmouth. Octr. 1848.

Thursday. Oct.12.__A mild, quiet morning, but a somewhat hazy atmosphere.  Went, however, to High Peak to take some bearings, and perfect my survey.  Was out seven hours and discussed my crust on the summit, and washed it down with blackberries.  It is surprising with what gusto one enjoys dry bread when out on such expeditions.  According to the mean of several observations taken a few years ago by Mr. Heineken and Dr. Radford, the heights of the different hills near Sidmouth are as follows at low water:  High Peak 511:  Peak 489:  Salcombe Hill 497:  Maynard’s Hill 458.  Took the bearings of several places by the compass from the top of High Peak – just over the strata of charcoal.  Took the bearings of many of the points in my survey, and went over some of my measurements again, and corrected my angles.  I hope now that it is tolerably correct, allowances being made for absence of theodolite and chain.  Went out at ten in the morning, and was not back till five in the afternoon.  On looking over the cliff, on the summit, I put up a covey of eight partrages, which I had done several times before.  Curious place for partrages.

Friday. Oct.13.__Plotted out my plan of Peak and High Peak hills.  Mr. Heineken spent the evening with me.  Bingham and Burnley went to Mr. Hoskins’  ball at the London Inn.  I declined the honour.  Shewed Mr. Heineken my model of a safety valve for steam boilers contrived some six or seven years ago, which I term a “piston valve.”  The idea and principle he thinks are new, and therefore he urges me to communicate it to the  “Mechanics’ Magazine.”    I will think about this.

Posted my letter to Mr. J.H.Skipper, Hindley Street, Adelaide, S.Australia.  This was a duplicate of the letter of September 18th. last.  It will probably go by the “Glenelg”, 1500 tons, which is to said on the 15th Instant.

Saturday. Oct.14.__After breakfast went down to the mouth of the River Sid, and made a coloured sketch of the cliff, being the western point of Salcombe Hill, rising immediately above the river.  Two faults, or dislocations are visible here; and to the geologist, are worth noting.

Sent my Essay entitled  “What is the present National Spirit of our Literature, and to what is it tending,”  to the Editor of Woolmer’s Exeter Gazette, according to his request.

Received 12 impressions of my lithograph of the Interior of St. Nicholas’ Church, Sidmouth from Harvey, the the bookseller in Sidmouth, to give away, but not in the place – our arrangement being that he takes all the expense upon himself, and I give him the impressions to make the most of.

Monday. Oct.16.__Sent my Aunt Mrs. Cocks one of the lithographs of the inside of Sidmouth Church.

There is now no question about the Asiatic Cholera having arrived among us.  For some weeks past several doubtful cases have occurred in London and elsewhere; but now there is no longer doubt.  There have been between thirty and forty decided cases in London, and about as many in Edinburgh, and a few in other places on the eastern side of the country.  The deaths have been from two thirds to three quarters of the persons attacked.  It was stated a short time ago by Dr. Shapter, the mayor of Exeter, at a public meeting, where the subject of precautionary measures was discussed, that the disease travels westward at the rate of about 280 miles a month.  This is nearly 10 miles a day.  There appears to be much less alarm in the country at the arrival of this terrible visitant than there was in 1832.  Indeed, it seems to excite few apprehensions, and people go on in their ordinary occupations and amusements as usual.  We may expect it in Devonshire shortly.

Wednesday. Oct.18.__Walked to Sidbury and called on the Misses Hunt of Court Hall.  Mr. Hunt, the father, now 85, confesses that he does not feel so vigorous as he used to do half a century ago.  Called also on the Revd. Mr. Fellowes.  Went and returned through the lanes of Shogbrook.  The weather dry, but a cold and very cutting north-east wind.

Thursday. Oct.19.­­__Sent to the  “Mechanics’ Magazine”  my invention of a safety valve for steam boilers, which I name the “piston-valve.”  The notion was struck out some seven years ago, but has laid aside till now.

Spent the evening with Mr. Heineken, making some experiments in galvanism.

Friday. Oct.20.__Again at Mr. Heineken’s, prosecuting our experiments in galvanism.

Saturday. Oct.21.__A fine day.  Took my mother a constitutional walk after breakfast as far as Jenny Pine’s Corner and back.

Monday. Oct.23.__The fine weather is over: but if we have rain we are compensated in some degree by having a much more agreeable temperature of the atmosphere.  It has been unusually cold for a week.

Tuesday. Oct.24.__ The papers mention that the recent cold weather has arrested the progress of the cholera in London.  Since the disease appeared in England a few weeks ago, there have been about 200 cases.  This includes London, Woolwich, Leith, Edinburgh, &c, where the most cases have occurred, and these are all on the eastern side of the country.  It is now, however, reported that one case occurred the other day at Portland, and on at Plymouth.  This is taking a long skip westward.  If this is the case Exeter will not long escape.  It was said, some time ago, in the reports we received from Russia, that in those places where the epidemic was raging the magnets lost their power, and that the electric telegraphs became useless.  As the peculiar state of the atmosphere apparently the cause of this scourge, or accompanying it, may be looked for in Great Britain, since the disease is among us, I have a wish to test this by experiment.  I have hung up a small magnet in my room, which, by having a small bucket of card attached to the piece of steel placed against the ends of the horseshoe, will support about a pound and a quarter.  Should the same phenomenon appear in England, as remarked on the Continent, I shall be able to observe whether the magnet loses the power of supporting the weight now hanging to it – that is, by the bye, if the cholera will allow me to do so.

Wednesday. Oct.25.__Finished reading Mr. Sidney’s  “How to Settle and Succeed in Australia.”  He condemns the “Wakefield system,”  and advocates dispersion not concentration of the emigrants; and says that the present price of land at £1 is too high for the interests of the colony.

Thursday. Oct.26.__This morning at breakfast-time a parcel came to us, or was brought to the house, addressed to the Hon. Mr. Hutchinson.  For some time we hesitated to open it, but not knowing of any person of our name in the place, at last we did so.  To our amusement, we discovered six dozen toothbrushes!  Much puzzled, we made enquiry, and it came out that a Mr. Hutchinson had recently arrived, with his wife, and the parcel was intended for him.  We have found out that he has come here for the winter, and he is apparently descended from the same parent as ourselves.  His home is in Lancashire.

Friday. Oct.27.__Bingham and myself called on Mr. Hutchinson-of-the-Toothbrushes.  He has something of the Hutchinson about him in the upper part of the nose and eyebrows, but otherwise I see no particular family likeness.  He may be from 45 to 50 years of age.  His hair is brown, and his wiskers not full, both which are family peculiarities.

Saturday. Oct.28.__Made two drawings of the cliff west of Sidmouth, in order to shew the “faults” or dislocations, of which there are several opposite the Chit Rocks.

Sunday. Oct.29.__After church, took my mother a walk to the Limekilns on the cliff, but we were driven home by a storm of rain.

During the evening read Mr. Gathercole’s Letters to a Dessenting Minister on the errors of dissent.  Certainly, he seems to carry a strong argument with him.

Monday. Oct.30.__Occupied for some hours in writing a rough draught of a paper on the subject of the old camp on High Peak Hill, and a consideration of the probable site of Moridunum.

Mr. Hutchinson-of-the-Toothbrushes returned our call.  He has much of the Hutchinson about the upper part of the nose, the eyes, and the eyebrows.  We had a long chat on pedigrees, family seals, coats or arms, &c.  I shewed him my MS. volume of “ Memorials of the Hutchinson Family”, and as he was curious about its contents I lent it to him.  His father entered the army young – at 16 – and accompanied the 64th to America on the breaking out of the American war, to fight the Yankees.  When his father was going out, my ancestors were coming to England.

We were talking of “Fortiter gerit crucem”, the motto used by Lord Donoughmore, and were expressing our state of uncertainty over whether the motto were really a Hele motto or a Hutchinson motto.  He believed the latter, and for this reason, namely, that he is pretty positive that his grandfather used the Hutchinson arms on his seal with that motto to his will, some years before Mr. Hele married Miss Nixon (Hutchinson.)  If this were so Mr. Hele did not bring it to the Donoughmore family.

Tuesday. Oct.31.__A miserably rainy day.  Received from Holden, bookseller, a packet of books, relating to the ancient history of the west of England, which I wish to consult now I am about my article on Moridunum, &c.

Wednesday. Nov. 1.__Mr. Toothbrush Hutchinson returned my “Memorials of the Hutchinson Family.”  He also gave me an impression of his seal – Hutchinson quartered with Massey of       I think perhaps I might be able, with care, to insert my own quarterings of Sanford and Coddington Foster in the second and third quarters, and then make an electrotype seal of the whole.

Thursday. Nov.2.__Wrote several hours at my article on the subject of an inquiry into the site of Moridunum.

Sidmouth. Nov. 1848

Friday. Nov.3.__After breakfast took a walk up to Greenway Lane lying beyond Jenny Pine’s Corner, and close under the higher part of Bulverton Hill.  The view towards Sidbury is beautiful; and the foliage just now is of every imaginable colour.

Saturday. Nov.4.__The day fine and clear, but the N.W. wind cold.  Took my mother a walk up Peak Hill.  She can’t climb hills as well as she used to do.  A passing cloud brought down a sprinkling of snow.  This is too soon.

Sunday. Nov.5.__At church this morning with my mother, and received the Sacrament.  Being the  “Gunpowder Plot”  day, the appropriate prayers were read.  The Act of Parliament also, that requires these prayers to be read, was given us in full.

Monday. Nov.6.__Finished my  “Dissertation on the site of Moridunum,”  which I wish to have printed in the Gentleman’s Magazine.

This evening sundry  “old popes”  visited us; and well illuminated by blazing tar barrels.

Skimmed over Risdon’s survey of Devon, and made a few extracts therefrom.

Tuesday. Nov.7.__Went through Westcote’s Devon, and made some extracts.

Spent the evening with the Walkers and Lime Park.

Wednesday. Nov.8.__Received a letter from Mr. Nichols of the Gentleman’s Magazine, and sent my Dissertation on Moridunum to him.  – See Letter Book, Nov. 8. 1848.

The weather to-day is clear and fine – something unusual.  The  “Great Sea Serpent”  is still spoken of with wonder.  Since the account of it, as seen by the captain and crew of H.M. ship Daedalus, was published, several Letters have appeared in the papers on the subject.  In Captain McQuhae’s statement, he remarked that it carried its head some four of five feet out of water, but that many feet of its neck or body were visible, but that no undulation appeared in its motion:  hence he concluded that its length underwater must have been immense; for it was swimming at the rate out about 15 miles an hour; and it is known that all creatures of the eel and snake tribes undulate the body in swimming.  A recent writer in the Times states it as his opinion that perhaps the animal was a saurian, propelling itself with fins, and was a Plesiosaurus, or a creature allied to it.  If so the idea that the plesiosauri are an extinct race, known only in the fossil state, may be erroneous.  This writer’s argument seems plausible.

Thursday. Nov.9.__Fine day, but a cold north-east wind.  I see it mentioned in the papers that the last session of parliament was the longest on record.  It sat from Novr. 18.1847 to Sept. 5. 1848.  The members met 170 days, and were in the House 1407½ hours, which is an average of 8 hours 16 minutes and the quarters.  Of these 136¼ hours were after midnight.  The number of divisions was 255.

In Paris, on the evening of the 4th of November, 101 guns were fired to announce that the New Constitution had been voted by the National Assembly.  The 10th of December is fixed for the election of President.  Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, nephew of the Emperor, is likely to be elected.  The sober party is in great alarm.  They need not fear.  The nephew is not the uncle.

Dr. Radford sent me current number of the Archaeological Journal.  There is an interesting narrative of some recent excavations at Cadbury Castle, where several fragments of armillae, &c., were found.  But he wanted to seduce my allegiance away from the Gentleman’s Magazine, and get me to send my Dissertation on Moridunum to it; but despite the beautiful getting-up of the new periodical, I had an affection and a reverence for the other, which I could not forego.  Besides, I am disposed to think that the Gentleman’s Magazine will always be looked upon as a standard work of reference.

Friday. Nov.10.__Received a letter from Mr. J.G.Nichols, acknowledging receipt of my Dissertation, and saying, in complimentary terms, that he will forthwith order my sketches to be engraved, and the matter set up in type.

Called on Dr. Radford.  Returned his magazine.  Called on Mr. Heineken.  He shewed me some coprolites.

Made some extracts from Borlase’s Cornwall.

There is a curious law case reported in the Times of the 7th Instant.  It is entitled “Prince Albert versus Strange.”  It seems that the Queen and Prince Albert, for the last seven or eight years, have been amusing themselves with etching on copper various subjects, some original, some copies, and having impressions, for their own private use, taken off by a copper-plate printer, called Brown, in Windsor.  But Brown’s journeyman had surreptitiously taken off a number of impressions, which he first kept to himself, and now has made arrangements for publishing and selling them.  With this view a catalogue of 63 subjects, among which are about ten portraits of the Princess Royal, done by the Queen, has been issued.  In order to get a better sale, they have been avowed as the works of her Majesty and her consort.  Mr. Strange, of Paternoster Row is the ostensible publisher, and the Prince has applied for an injunction to restrain this appropriation of private property.  The case has excited a good deal of amusement.

Saturday. Nov.11.1848.__Made up a parcel of books hired of Holden, Bookseller, Exeter.

Sunday. Nov.12.1848__At church.  My knee that I hit in the dark last Tuesday Monday evening, hurts me so much that I will lay up and nurse it.

Wednesday. Nov.15.__ Coloured three views of my lithograph of the inside of Sidmouth church.   This makes ten.  Having kept house since Sunday, my knee feels better. It is very tiresome, as I wanted to go to the top of High Peak Hill, especially as the weather is fine and dry.

A small hiatus.

Sidmouth. Dec.1848.

My friends, this is the bay called Navarine, -

We ne’er will let a Turkish King o’er England reign.

Full three parts of the world they always crave,

We’ll fight those Turks our valours for to save.

They form a line you plainly see,

With full intent to conquer we [sic in orig]

But yet, for all their Admirals, you shall find

A Turkish dog we will not leave behind.

We’ll beat them all without [unless] they run,

So now let every tar stand to his gun,

Until the voice of thunder’s heard on every side,

And those salt waves with Turkish blood be dyed.

[A break]

See, now, my friends, this is an able fight.

[A break]

So, mariners, away!  now quickly go,

The Turks shall your determination know.

[A break]

And see!  that Turkish Admiral’s run away,

That talked so much of naval victory.

Our English, French, and Prussian total twenty-seven,

The great Turks number one hundred and eleven.

But that great boast we did not mind,

We fought so long,

So bold and strong,

Till not a Turk is left behind.

For some we burnt, and some we sunk,

And blew some in the air;

We fought so long,

So bold and strong,

Till now, my friends, you see the bay is clear.

The Turks, my boys, their courage well did show,

But our bold English tars soon brought their colours low.


Such is the precious manuscript.  The original author has either been very much marred by his transcribers, or else he wrote according to a type of his own, - that is, if he wrote the MS. which was placed in my hands.  It certainly reads clearer as I have arranged the lines, than all running on as prose, in the way I found it.

Sidmouth. Nov. 1848

Thursday. Nov.16.__Coloured two Lithographs of the Interior of Sidmouth Church.  Did not go out, but my knee is better.

Friday. Nov.17.__ My birthday!  What a miserable reflection!  The papers mention that at Durango, in Mexico, a million mummies have been discovered.

The Times newspaper of the 12th of October, this year, in an article on the railways, tells us, that £326.643.217 have been authorised to be raised for the construction of railways, by acts of parliament already passed; that up to the end of last September £195.317.106 have actually been raised in the country for their construction; and the public are still liable to be called on for the sum of £131.326.111.  There is wealth in the country somewhere.

Read part of the Blue Book, being the First Report of the Lords’ Committee on emigration from Ireland.  The questions are very searching and the evidence gives one an immense deal of authentic information on all our colonial dependencies.  The Second and Third Report I read a month ago - having begun at the wrong end.  South Australia is the colony I prefer, after a fair consideration of all, though Port Philip is good; and I am glad my land is in South Australia.

Saturday. Nov.18.__The first half of my Essay entitled “What is the present National Spirit of our Literature, and to what is it tending?” appears to-day in “Woolmer’s Exeter and Plymouth Gazette.”  The rest of it is promised next week, for it is too long to print all at once.

Coloured two prints of the interior of St. Nicholas’ Church.  This makes 16 coloured.  I have taken upon myself to do 50.

In the  “Mechanics’ Magazine”  of to-day appears my communication, with the illustrations, relative to my so-called “ Piston-Valve,”  which I forwarded to the Editor on the 19th of October.

Sunday. Nov.19.__Went to church in the afternoon – the first time I have been out since last Sunday – and the duty was done by the Revd. Bourke Fellowes.

In the evening finished reading the Revd. Mr. Gathercole’s Letters to a Dissenting Minister.   This Mr. Gathercole had been a dissenter himself; but seeing the evils of the system, he became a member of the Protestant Church of England.  His arguments seem to be very conclusive.  He is sometimes rather virulent in his language.  He allows it; but says in his excuse, that he learnt it  “whilst he was with the dissenters.”

Monday. Nov.20.1848.__Carried 15 coloured lithographs of the Interior of St. Nicholas’ Church to Harvey, bookseller.

Tuesday. Nov.21.__Called on Mr. Heineken.  He was just coming to me with the current number of the Mechanics’ Magazine to shew me the piston-valve in print, not knowing that the editor had, unasked, sent me down one.

The weather to-day is supurb, and I long to be once more ferreting about on the top of Moridunum  -  I mean High Peak Hill.  I am very glad I did not knock my knee and disable myself until after I had made my survey and completed my article for the Gentleman’s Magazine.

Wednesday. Nov.22.__ A sudden change in the weather.  The wind is south-west, and it is raining like fury.  Finished reading the series of articles in the Second volume of the Penny Magazine entitled “The Mineral Kingdom.”  They form a very good succinct introduction to the subject of Geology.

In the “Western Luminary,”  Exeter paper, of today, there is one of a series of articles entitled  “The Nooks and Corners of Devon,”  or something to that effect.  In the one to-day there is some antiquarian notice of the camps in the neighbourhood of Sidmouth.  The article is subscribed by the initials “W.P.S.”  I imagine this must be W.J.P. Shortt of Heavitree, the author of  “Sylva Antiqua Iscana,” and  “Collectanea curiosa Antiqua Dunmonia.”  He was ignorant of a fortress on High Peak Hill when he published his two books:  but three years ago, he issued a prospectus to obtain subscribers for another work, and I then directed his attention to the fact by means of a letter in Woolmer’s Paper.  As his book has not come out, I suppose he could not get enough subscribers; and he is now possibly bringing out his materials without cost to himself through the medium of a journal.  I remember promising to become a subscriber.  In the “Western Luminary”  he mentions a station on  “Peak Hill”  meaning High Peak, the summit of which hill he never seems to have visited.  He remarks on it merely incidentally; and evidently he is not aware either of the size or importance of that station.  Some of his other remarks are made with his usual carelessness.  He writes in such a hap-hazard manner, and often speaks with great positiveness when he is quite wrong, that it is impossible to rely on his assertions.

Friday. Nov.24.__Paid Lester and Radford £3..15 for Miss Salter thinking it was the 25th.

Saturday. Nov.25.__A further portion of my Essay appears in Woolmer.  Bound the No. of the Mechanics’  Mag. in which my Piston Valve is printed.

Monday. Nov.27.__The blow in my knee still feeling uneasy.  I applied 6 leeches to it, as advised by Dr. Cullen.  I ought to keep quiet for a while; but this is very trying when one feels all the desire to be rambling over the hills.

The approaching election of the President of the French Republic, absorbs every other thought in France.  It comes on the 10th of next month.  The struggle is between General Cavaignac, and Louis Napoleon Buonaparte, nephew of the Emperor.  If Napoleon gets elected, he will never be able to hold his ground through four years of office in that lawless, reckless, country.  He is not the man his uncle was.  There are nine million voters to canvass!  On this unusual fact the Times of the 24th Instant remarks:-  “In the mean while the efforts and exertions of the partizans of General Cavaignac and of Prince Louis Napoleon are on a scale never before witnessed.  To canvass 9.000.000 electors is a task never previously undertaken by candidates, yet so zealous are all concerned for their principles in this struggle, that this feat will be achieved.”  At present the notion is that Louis Napoleon has the best chance, though the tug will be a hard one on both sides; and yet it is allowed, that he has little to recommend him to the favour of the nation, but his name.


Sidmouth. Nov. & Dec. 1848.

Wednesday. Nov.29.1848.__Finished Mary Roberton’s coat of arms in a lozenge, surrounded by four children.

Made two coloured rough sketches for Miss Heineken to copy, one being the New Church, Sidmouth, and the other the windmill at Stafford.

Thursday. Nov.30.__ Strange news from Rome.  The Pope has been obliged to fly!  I don’t pity the Pope much.  First, I do not look towards popes in general; and with respect to Pius IX in particular, I am not sorry that the mob, which he so much courted at his accession, has now given him a taste of what mobs really are.  He stopped at nothing in order that he might gain popularity.  He commenced a course of the most reckless and sweeping reforms; and now his people, following his example, and awakened to action by himself, are carrying out his principles, but in rather too extended a degree.  He has aroused them, and he cannot pacify them.  Everything was for Liberty.  He has now awoke this monster, and it has proved too strong for him.  Doubtless he did some good to his people by his reforms; for during the time of his predecessors they were kept in extreme darkness.  But there is a medium in all things.  This he overlooked.  He thought he could not do, or rather, undo enough, to please and satisfy his subjects;  and now, instead of reforming Italy, he has


Sidmouth. December 1848.

revolutionised it.  On the 15th Instant, his prime minister, Count Rossi, was stabbed as he was entering the House of Representatives.  The Pope was kept a prisoner in his palace.  He was forced to change his ministry, under a threat that, if he did not, everybody in the building, except himself, should be slaughtered.  The last accounts are that he has made his escape and fled.  Where he has gone, nobody knows.  It would be a good joke if he made England his place of refuge, as crowned heads in distress are given to do.  By the bye, when I was at Chudleigh in the summer, and at the time when the Jesuits were turned out of Rome, and some sixteen of them were harboured at Ugbrook Park, in Lord Clifford’s mansion, it was said even then that the Pope might have to fly, and if so, that Ugbrook had been offered to him as an asylum.

Friday. Nov.31.__This morning I met with a strange accident that might have been serious.  Just after I had stepped out of bed, I put my bare foot on a pin, and in some unaccountable way ran it nearly up to the head in the sole of my foot.  The pain was considerable, but catching hold of the head, I immediately dragged it out again.  It bled a good deal, and I feared inflammation might come on.  The knee of the other leg would have been enough at one time.  No evil arose out of the accident.

Monday. Dec.4.__The Pope has taken refuge on board the French steamer the “Tenare,” – so says report.  General Cavaignac, when he heard of the insurrection in Rome, sent four steamers to his assistance.  Being President of the French Republic pro tem., until the coming election, he had the power of effecting this self-interested measure;  for we are told that it was done more to serve his own ends by a stroke of policy, such as might gain him popularity, than that he sympathised with His Holiness in his reverses.  It is said that this will get the General some supporters.  But he has just gone through an ordeal which has gained him much strength both in the chamber and in the city of Paris.  A charge was brought against him, that during the emeute in June, he had collected troops in Paris, and ordered them to fire upon the people – the sovereign people.  A discussion in the chamber ensued, in which he justified himself; and it ended by a vote of over        that “he deserved well of his country.”  This triumph has gained him the support of the present government, and a great part of Paris.  Still, the friends of Louis Napoleon are very sanguine.   Louis Napoleon’s chief reliance is in the departments.   It is now thought that not more than 5.000.000 persons will vote at the election for the 10th Instant.  A fortnight ago it was declared that more than 9.000.000 voters would be canvassed.  It is doubtful whether either of the candidates will be thus elected.  In the first place, unless a candidate secures 2.000.000 votes, the election is void as respects the nation; and in that case the power to elect devolves upon the Chamber of Deputies.  Now, as there are two or three other candidates in the field besides the two just named, as for instance Ledru-Rollin, a violent Red Republican, Raspail, a sort of Robespierre, with others less ultra, it is likely that neither of them will get 2.000.000 out of 5.000.000 votes.  If this should be the case, and then, if the election devolves upon the Chamber, there is no doubt but General Cavaignac is safe.  Of all days of the week, the election, which is likely to be characterised by bribery, corruption, violence, profanity, excess, crime of every sort, and probably bloodshed, is fixed for Sunday!!  I cannot comprehend the Roman Catholic religion.  Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.

On turning over the current No. of the Farmer’s Herald, I see a review of the Journal of the Royal Agricultural Society, Vol. IX, Part 1, in which there is a notice of the Phosphoric Strata of the Chalk Formation, and some observations of its fertilizing qualities.  Amongst other places, it says that a bed of phosphoric green marl occurs in the Whitecliff near Beer, in Devonshire.  It contains fossils rich in phosphate of lime, and nodules containing shells and casts of shells.  I should like to make an excursion to Whitecliff.

Tuesday. Dec.5.__This evening, Mrs. Theophilus Jenkins of Lime Park, daughter to the late General Walker, and our neighbours and No. 1 Coburg Terrace, spent the evening with us, to wit, Mrs. and Miss Creighton.

Saturday. Dec.9.1848__ The assertion, that the Pope had fled to Malta, turns out to be false.  He has gone to Naples Gaeta.  Under the expectation that he would soon be in Paris, the French had begun to make preparation to lodge him in the Tuileries.

The papers mention more about the Royal Etchings.  The case is appointed to be tried to-day in Vice Chancellor Knight Bruce’s Court, at Lincoln’s Inn.

Serious apprehensions are entertained of disturbances in Paris tomorrow, it being the day of the unique election.  Should not be at all surprised if they passed the sabbath in shooting each other from one end of the city to the other.   The result of the election will not be made known until the 18th.  It will take a week, I imagine, to collect the result of the poll from all the innumerable polling places in the departments.

Sunday. Dec.10.__Went to church.  The first time I had been outside the house for a fortnight.  My knee, however, does not get well so fast as I could wish.

Received a letter from Mr. J.G. Nichols, of 25, Parliament Street, Editor, or at all events printer, of the Gentleman’s Magazine.  It enclosed two proofs of the Plan of Sidmouth with its neighbourhood and the view of High Peak Hill, executed from my drawings which I sent him on the 8th of last month together with my article on Moridunum.  I regret they are done on stone.  I had hoped they would have been engraved on steel or copper.  They are done in line to imitate engravings, but they lack the fineness and the sharpness which engravings on metal exhibit.  The following is his letter:-

“25 Parliament Street

Saturday, Dec.9.

“Dear Sir.- The lithographer has brought me these proofs of the plates intended to illustrate your memoir.  I regret to find they do not equal your beautiful drawings, but perhaps he can arrange to lighten the sky.  If you find any other part necessary to be altered, will you have the kindness to let me know.  I remain, Dear Sir, Yours Faithfully,

“John Gough Nichols.”

P. Hutchinson Esq.

In my reply I suggested one or two minor alterations.

Tuesday. Dec.12.__ In the newspapers an appalling incident, or rather an act of culpable carelessness, has recently been mentioned, in which 73 persons were suffocated, by being shut down in the fore cabin of a steamer off the north coast of Ireland during a storm.  They put into Londonderry when it was discovered.  The captain is in custody.

The last new invention is the production of light by electricity.  The most brilliant effects have been produced in London, by erecting the apparatus in Trafalgar Square, on the summit of the Duke of York’s column, and other commanding situations.  It is said that the gas lamps were quite eclipsed.  A company has been formed and the public is invited to take shares.  It is thought that this light will supercede gas, and is well adapted for streets, squares, large buildings, light-houses and the like.  In the prospectus it is stated that the cost of light in England, produced by gas, oil, wax, tallow, &c. amounts to £11.366.000.

The King of Prussia has given his turbulent subjects a new constitution.  It consists of 112 articles.

The Emperor of Austria has abdicated in favour of his nephew Franz Joseph the First!!!

Surely we live in strange times.  Happy England!  Here we go on quietly and prosperously, and the Queen,  I trust, sits on her throne as firm as a rock.

Mr. Heineken lent me the first edition of Camden’s Britannia.  It is a duodecimo in Latin, bearing date 1586.  The present trade price is about 6 shillings.    This is not much for the “editio princeps.”  Also Camden’s Remains, a book about the same size, but in English.  It is “the fourth Impression,  [Edition?] reviewed, corrected, and increased.  This bears date 1629.  He sent them to me to turn over, as I am contemplating a small volume on the subject of Moridunum at some future day.  I can, however, do nothing here in Sidmouth.  The books which I wish to consult I fear I cannot get any nearer than in the Library of the British Museum.  Country towns are foolish places to live in.  There is no getting anything.

Wednesday. Dec.13.__Sent to Harvey, the stationer, 15 more coloured lithographes of the Interior of St. Nicholas’ Church, Sidmouth.  This makes 30.

Practised an hour and a half on the piano forte – a thing I never did before; but everybody was out, and I had it all to myself.  I shall, however, never make a piano forte player.  One must begin young to play that instrument well.  There are so many notes at a time to read, and the work of the two hands is so isolated, by which the practical management of this instrument is so unlike that of most others – as the flute, violin, clarinet, &c. -  that nothing but commencing early will enable a person to overcome its difficulties and peculiarities.  But owing to the handfuls of chords, and combinations of sounds that can be produced on it, by which the intricacies of counter-point, thorough bass, and modulation can be studied and surveyed, it is an instrument that every really musical person should learn to become master of.   The practical part of the science of harmony cannot properly be gone into and handled on any other – unless I mention the organ – but this is in a manner the same thing.  I now regret I did not begin the piano forte when I began the flute – when I was somewhere about ten years old.   Many vexations and disappointments, however, which have come upon me during the last five years, have much cooled my former love of music, and I may add, poetry.  The stern realities of life are grievous coolers of youthful sentiment.

Friday. Dec.15.__The accounts from France become interesting.  The state of the pole cannot be finally known for some days, but that which refers to Paris, and some of the neighbouring districts, has arrived.  Louis Napoleon Bonaparte is carrying everything before him in the most extraordinary manner.   In some places his majority is three to one over Cavaignac, in Bordeaux and others, he has nearly all.  The total of the votes in Paris amount to 242,376, and are thus divided:-

Louis Napoleon                                   131.154

Cavaignac                                 73.129

Ledru Rollin                              22.279

Raspail                                                  12,656

Lamartine                                    3.144, and 114 others, which are distributed amongst General Changarnier, Marshal Bugean, the Prince de Joinville, Louis Blanc, Dupont de l’Eure, Arago, Considerant, Prudhon, Vidocq, (the thief-taker!) Larochejacquelin, Beranger, (the poet,) de Montrol, Abd-el-Kadez! Falloux, Eugene Sue (the author) Mole, Jerome Bonaparte, &c.  A strange list indeed: and the returns shew that the most favoured are either demagogues, aggitators, insurrectionists, plotters, criminals under a better government, ruffians, socialists, approvers of murder, robbery, and assassination; while the orderly and the intellectual  have been insulted with a single vote or two.  This ought to convince any thinking person of the absurdity of universal suffrage; and how rediculous it is to suppose that the ignorant and the debased can possibly know how to elect those who are the best fitted to govern a nation well.  No doubt is now entertained of the election of Louis Napoleon.

Another strange matter has just been mentioned.  The government proposes to grant pensions to certain worthy characters who are considered to merit such distinction.  Amongst the names set down are Pepin, son of the accomplice of Fieschi, who shot at Louis Philippe with his Infernal Machin, 300 francs; and the sister of Lecomte, who fired at Louis Philippe last year, 500 francs.

It seems that the Pope escaped from Rome, disguised in the livery of a servant, and mounted on the coach-box of the carriage of Count Spaur, the Bavarian Minister!  The Countess Spaur was a Mrs. Dodwell, an English woman, & then in the carriage with her husband.

Saturday. Dec.16.__The first Fytte of my burlesque Romant., in the style of an ancient poem, and entitled “Ye Merrie Geste of Exancester,” is printed in Woolmer’s paper.  They have made a mistake in the last line of the eighth stanza, by printing the word “concentrated” instead of “concenter’d”, so that, although the sense remains the same, the iambics will not scan.

The last accounts from Paris mention that the amount of votes then collected was 2.394.000, which were thus divided:-

Louis Napoleon                       1.727.000

Cavaignac                      516.000

Read an hour of Camden’s Britannia, Editio princeps,

Ditto                       Ditto          Remains, in English.


[Newspaper cutting added to the bottom of the page:

EPITAPH:  -  The following is inscribed on a tomb-stone in the churchyard of Steddon, Holderness: - “Here lies the body of Wm. Stanton, of Patrington; he was buried the 28th of May, 1683,aged 79 years.  He had children by his first wife, 38; by his second, 17; own father to 55, grandfather to 85, great grandfather to 97, great great grandfather to 230; he lived to see of his generation, 251.”]


Sunday. Dec.17.1848.__At church.  Not been out since last Sunday.  Finished “Poetical, and other Pieces, by E.R.” – Emily Roberton.  I like some of them very much.

Tuesday. Dec.19.1848__Wrote to Mr. Nichols, of 25 Parliament Street, on the subject of “Moridunum.”

Put a small blister on my knee.  Though not worse, still, it does not get better quick enough.

Wednesday. Dec.20.__ Took the blister off, after 15 hours’ endurance.

Thursday. Dec.21.__ Shortest Day!  A long day to me, now I am so disabled.  The wind north-east – the weather black and cold.  When I got out of bed this morning, the thermometer stood at 40.  Whilst dressing it rose one degree.  The warmth of the corpus, moving about the room, I suppose, was the cause of this.  I recollect the same circumstance last winter.  On opening my window it fell to 32o.

At a cabinet council, recently held, it is decided that parliament is to meet “for the despatch of business” on the first of February.

Louis Napoleon is winning the race astoundingly.  The last accounts are:-

Louis Napoleon                       5.300.000

Cavaignac                   1.320.000

The number of cases of cholera in England and Scotland, up to December the 18th inclusive, have been 2548.  They are thus divided:-

Cases                           2548.

Deaths                         1200.

Recoveries                     446.

Remaining                     874.


The acting of the “Westminster Plays” terminated on the evening of the 18th Instant.  The “Phormio” of Terence is descanted on in the Times of the 19th.  It gives the Prologue and Epilogue as written for the occasion.  Many allusions to passing events, and some jokes, given in “dog Latin,” occur.  The fall of empires on the continent is not forgotten.  The Prologue says:-

Non nunc, ut ante, felix Austria nuptiis,

Petit incrementa, sed bellis domesticis

Gemit lacerata, nec finem cernit mali.

Non nunc, ut ante, magna mens Germaniae

Excelsiorus flosculos philosophiae

Libat; sed rebus dedita politicis

Errant errores sane inextricabilis.”

This is true.  In the Epilogue Nausistrara enters as a female Chartist, and explains some of the Chartist principles.  She says:-

“Chartistarum ego sum muliebri a corpora missa

Ad vos, fraternam ut dem capionem manum,

Audite  - Hoc unum deposcimus – ‘Omne quod est nunc

Vobis, sit nobis; commoda, jura eadem.’” &c.&c.

Friday. Dec.22.1848.__Beautiful clear sky, but a north-east wind, “enough to cut a snipe in two,” as they say.  Finished colouring the last of the 50 lithographs of the Interior of St. Nicholas’ Church, Sidmouth.  I give 46 to Harvey, the bookseller, here, and keep 5 for my trouble.

Sunday. Dec.24.1848.__Could not go to church.  Wind north-east, and as cold as ever.  When I stole a glance out of bed across the room, I saw my bottle of hair oil on my dressing table looking like lard.  This served me for a thermometer at that distance; and I have it in sight in order to see the state of affairs when I open my eyes of a winter’s morning.  The real thermometer was at 38o.  When I drew my razor strop out of its case, it was all over white hoar frost – the frost of oil.

Christmas Eve – but we did not burn ashen faggot.

Monday. December 25. 1848.__Christmas Day!  Could not go to church.

The wind has veered to the south-west, and the air has become quite mild.  What a pleasant change!  When I looked out at my oil bottle, I had the satisfaction of seeing it transparent.

The Mummers muster strong this year.  Some parties are dressed in the uniforms of naval officers, and some as officers of the army.  One person in Turkish costume generally accompanies them.  In Staffordshire I recollect they used to be designated “Guisers,” quasi Disguisers, as I was told.  Our young footman, William Livermoor, told me that he used to go round acting as a mummer a few years ago.  They made a good harvest of it.  He says he once received six shillings as his share of the receipts.  Being a lover of literature, and a collector thereof, especially when it is rare and valuable, I asked William if he had any of the pieces written down which they acted?  He said he thought he had at home, and would enquire.  One piece was called “Nelson,” another “Codrington,” and another “Wellington.”  After a search he brought me an extraordinary MS. which was as difficult to decypher as a mummy roll.  It was some time before I discovered it to be in rhyme and metre; for the lines were not divided, but ran straight on, and did not begin with capital letters.  Strange liberties have been taken with the rhythm and the rules of grammar.  I have tried arrange both, without departing from the sense of the original in the following rescript;  but I confess that in many places it was not easy to discover any sense at all.  The following is “Nelson” and “Codrington,” such as they are.


“Who is he that makes so free with Nelson’s name?

For I am Nelson, and jealous of my fame.

I will not submit such swelling words to hear,

Nor let the man that challenged me appear.

Stand forth thou boasting wretch, whoe’er thou art,

And Nelson’s sword shall pierce thee through the heart.

No mortal challenge shall my heart alarm;

Who is the man that dares despise my arm?

Who art thou Richard? &c.”

[Here follows a break, as if another speaker began, only the language is still like Nelson’s.]

“Thinkest thou, audacious man that I’m dismayed?

Could Nelson of a Frenchman be afraid?

Oft famed, my gallant deeds did gain applause;

I fought and conquered in my country’s cause.

I bravely fought, my glory to advance, [Qy. my country’s glory?]

And by that famous victory I lowered the pride of France.

And dost thou now attempt my glory to revile?

Think on that famous victory of the Nile.

There Nelson was, in all his full renown,

Which brought the pride of boasting Frenchmen down.

Then o’er those Spaniards Jervis won the day;

I shared the glory of that disputed fray;

And now a Frenchman to despise my name!

Am I not vindicated in this injured frame?

While Nelson scares them with his great renown,

This sword shall cut the boasting Frenchmen down.”

[Here they fight, if I recollect the drama, as I have seen it acted, though the MS. says nothing to that effect.]

“Now see how low that boasting Frenchman lies!

That is the man that did my arm despise.

That is the man that dared me to the strife:

How low he kneels, and humbly asks his life.

How could I deem [?] to grant thee such request;

It was when Nelson’s sword had pierced thee through the breast.

Seeing what an insult thou dost now demand,

To fill the vengeance of my mighty hand.

But mercy best becomes a conqueror’s heart,

Since none but conquerors mercy can impart.

I spare thee then – see, Nelson can forgive;

I grant thee life – arise, arise, and live.

[Another break.]

‘Twas well this sword my trusty hand could wield,

But wait - I’d make your haughty crest to Britons yield.

And if the foe again attempt our native land,

My service is again at your command.

Britannia’s glory I will e’er maintain,

Britannia still shall rule her subject main.

On her proud foes my vengeance shall be hurled,

And bear her name like thunder round the world.”

[What follows in prose scarcely seems to belong to “Nelson,”

though, in the MS. it is attached to it.]

“Ruffian, hold!  advance thy hand to the tenth part of a hair to injure that fallen man, and this weapon shall make thy head to roll like a trunkless ball upon the ground for daws to peck at!”

[A break, and then:-]

“Love and religion mingle brighter tears [than] were ever shed for a warrior’s brow – and thou shalt smother them.”

[A break, and then:-]

“Oh, thou art a true.....[illegible]  but should the strength of twenty thousand [men] embrace [brace] thy sinews, I would not leave thee, but crable [grapple] with thee thus – and offer thee up as a sacrifice on love’s pure altar.  I think thy name is John of Lancaster?”

[Next follows “Codrington,” or “Codreton,” as it is spelt.   I am convinced that the above prose sentences are no part of the drama of “Nelson,” their style and matter being totally different.  Moreover, the appeal to “John of Lancaster” savours of a scrap from some old play, long antecedent to Nelson’s time.  The drama of “Codrington” celebrates the exploits of Admiral Sir          Codrington at the Battle of Navarino in            ]


See here am I, that hero bold, Codrington my name,

Britannia’s glory I will unfold, and banish Turkish fame.

Tuesday. Dec. 26.1848.__By the accounts from France we learn that Louis Napoleon Bonaparte has carried everything before him, and has been proclaimed President!  Upwards of 7.000.000 votes have been received.  The two first on the list stand as follows:-

Louis Napoleon................................5.434.232


Though there were still more votes to be received, yet the amount received, was so overwhelming, that his success could not be affected by the others, and so, in order to put an end to the excitement in the country, it was judged best to confirm his election at once.  On Wednesday last, therefore, he was proclaimed in the National Assembly.  He made a short speech, and then went and shook hands with General Cavaignac.  It is said that it is no proof of republican feeling which has put him at the head of affairs, but the contrary.  Some think that a few months will see him Emperor; and the Legitimists hope that his election will pave the way for Henry the Fifth.  I am rather disposed to think that a few months may see him hurled from his pinnacle of popularity.  What a life of vicissitudes this is!  It seems but the other day that he was Louis Philippe’s prisoner in the Fortress of Ham; now he has the old king’s place, and Louis Philippe is a refugee in England.  When the Emperor was a rising man, it was proposed to extend his period of first consulship to ten years.  On its being referred to the nation, out of 3.557.885 votes which were given, 3.368.259 were in his favour:  and when it was proposed to make him Emperor, out 3.572.329, only 2.560 were against him.

Wednesday. Dec.27.__ A quiet mild day.  Took a ten minutes walk on the Terrace to try my leg.  Found it do no harm.  Towards night it came on to blow like fury from the north-east.  When I went to bed at eleven the rain was beating against my window as if it would drive it in.  The house shook with the violence; and there was a continued crashing and noise as of slates and tiles blown off the roof.  I was afraid the kitchen chimney might be blown over.  Sleeping was out of the question for several hours.

Thursday. Dec.28.__A beautiful morning, and the storm subsided; but the garden is strewn with slates blown from the roof of the house.  Made my mother a new pair of garters, knit in worsted.  Finished the outside worsted work of my workbag.


[pages torn out]


or, as the title runs, “Remaines concerning Brittaine, But Especially England and the inhabitants thereof;  their Languages, Names, Syrnames, Allusions, Anagrammes, Armories, Moneys, Empresses, Apparell, Artillerie, Wise Speeches, Proverbs, Poesies, Epitaphs.  The fourth Impression, reviewed, corrected, and increased.  London:  printed by A.J. for Symon Waterson, and are sold at his Shop, at the signe of the Crowne in Paul’s Churchyard. 1629.”  There is certainly much curious matter in this volume; and Camden deserves much praise for his industry in having collected together so many amusing anecdotes, inscriptions, and facts both historical & traditionary.

Sunday. Dec.31.1848.__Last day of the year.  At church in the morning with my mother.  In the “Achill Missionary Herald,” a publication strongly advocating Protestant principles, and published at Achill, on the west coast of Ireland, I observe the following, which is worth copying.  It is a list of some of the corruptions of the Romish church, with the date of their introduction:.

Adoration of the Saints...........................       375

Prayers for the Dead..............................         400

Worship in unknown tongue..................600

Primacy of the Pope...............................         600

Adoration of the Cross...........................        788

Adoration of Images...............................        788

Adoration of Relics.................................788


[The page which follows appears to be a loose leaf inserted subsequently.]


Mr. Peter Orlando Hutchinson to the Revision Committee

1.         I have placed my initials P.O.H. at the bottom of each page of my work, and I would hope that all the other translators have followed the same plan.

2.         Some persons render the words leuga and leuca by the word mile in English.  Whilst the mile is supposed to be 1760 yards, and the leuca is supposed to be 2640, which is just one mile and a half, such a rendering is at least very misleading, and therefore ought to be avoided.  Under such a principle of rendering, no translator could be depended on for accuracy.  The safest plan is to retain the word leuca in English, as we do the word hide, and that will not mislead anybody.  I have followed this plan.

3.         The word virgata in the Exchequer Domesday I have translated into the word virgate: but the word virga in the Exeter Book I have retained – just to mark the difference.

4.         Olim et modo vat. I am at a loss how to fill up the end of the last word.  Latterly I ceased to fill it up at all.

5.         Agra and acra, which are nouns feminine, are given as the correct words for the acre:  and yet, in the Exeter volume, the word agros is always used as the accusative  plural, and agrum apparently, for the singular.  Perhaps the scribe used the word agrum as a neuter noun.  Where agros appears in full, I have considered it my duty to retain it; but where the abbreviated form ag is found, I have extended it to agras.


[The diary continues, but evidently a page or two has been lost.]


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