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January 1857

Jan. 1. 1857. December went out quietly enough:- a few parties and Christmas games, but not many; and January of the new year has come in without much ado.

Th. Jan. 8. This evening came off my Lecture on “Normandy and the Normans.” The room was well filled, for I believe that the rumour of four girls wearing Norman caps, excited the curiosity of the community, and served as an irresistible attraction. Though the Lecture was written, I spoke the greater part of it; as the subject was well in my head. It lasted about an hour and 20 minutes. I took my hearers across the Channel, and amused them for some 20 minutes with descriptions, and then came to the costumes. The appearance of the girls caused great fun; and such was the curiosity, that the back rows stood up on the benches to get a first glimpse of them. Considering it was my first Lecture, I acquitted myself as well as I had expected. A map and four drawings, were hung up, further to illustrate the subject.

Mon. Jan 12. Went from Sidmouth over to Dawlish to pay a visit to my cousin Mary Roberton, at Belmont Villa.

February 1857

Mon. Feb. 2. 1857. Repeated my Lecture on “Normandy and the Normans,” at the Rooms near the Railway Station. The weather was bad, and disappointed me in several friends; and my Norman princesses were shy and awkward.

During my stay I have taken several walks, some to enjoy views on the hills, and some to make geological examinations of the cliff. Went once to Teignmouth, once to the top of the cliff over the “Parson and Clerk;” twice along the beach to the “Parson and Clerk;” several times to the Warren and Langstone Point; once on Little Haldon, to the circular camp, returning by Lidwell Chapel and Upper Southwood, a farm belonging to Sidmouth; again on Haldon, taking the Holcombe Down Road, which commands so fine a view of Teignmouth - and so on.

 

Tu. Feb. 24. Returned from Dawlish to Sidmouth. Took the rail at Dawlish at

10 A.M. Stayed several hours in Exeter, and proceeded to Sidmouth by the mail.

Got home at seven.

Wed. Feb. 25. After six weeks absence, there are many things to do to set oneself to rights. Hung up pictures - put nicnacsin there places - and did some gardening. Had tea with Miss Brotherton, where I met Mrs Wright, to whom I was introduced yesterday evening.

Fri. Feb. 27. Witnessed Mrs Wright’s signature to her will, in conjunction with Miss Brotherton.

March 1857

Th. Mar. 5. Went to Budleigh Salterton with Mr. Heineken. On our way we stopped at Otterton to ascend the hill on the northern side of the village, on which grows the clump of firs. These trees are called “Ankern Firs,” but I am unable to guess what the word comes from. They are planted apparently on an old tumulus, and hedged round. In the face of the low cliff east of Salterton, towards the river I observed organic remains, much resembling those at Picket Rock and Sandy Cove in High Peak Hill, two miles west of Sidmouth. We got back to Sidmouth before nine.

Yesterday (Wednesday) morning, soon after midnight, say the papers, the government received a defeat on the subject of the recent outbreak with China, by a majority of 16 - the numbers being 263 over 247. The ministry will resign, and a general election is to follow. The Parliament is five years old. The opposition members argue that the Chinese authorities were justified in boarding the lorcha “Arrow,” and trampling on the British flag. What next?

Tu. Mar. 10. Lindsay Brine, son of Major Brine of Claremont, breakfasted with me this morning, preparatory to a geological walk. At breakfast and after, we turned over some geological books; and then about eleven we started for Ladram Bay, Carrying geological hammers and our luncheons. The tide being low, we walked along the beach examining the features of the cliffs all the way (which however I had done fifty times before, though the walk was new to him) - as for instance, the faults and dislocations in the first sandstone cliff west of Sidmouth (the strata here having been raised up some 30 or 40 above the red marl further on) the fossil-like appearances at the Chit Rocks - The rise of the strata along Peak Hill to High Peak (I think I made it about 3 or 4 degrees some years ago) - the fossils again, at Picket Rock and in High Peak, apparently having been an animal plant, like the encrinite - then further on, through three several arches, two of which I remember the formation of, the last being the celebrated one of Ladram Bay - then to the further end of Ladram Bay, where there is another arch in the cliff, which I think has been formed since my recollection, the rock being of a very soft nature. From this point we turned back, and resolved to mount High Peak Hill. We first went on the Ladram Bay arch, where we sat down to enjoy the view, the weather being beautifully fine, with a hot sun, though a cold March air. Here we discussed, some biscuits and chatted to one of the men of the Preventive station, at this place. We then had a good climb to the top of the hill, estimated at 513 feet. We again sat down to enjoy the view: and before we left we looked at the earth works of the old camp, the stratum of charcoal, &c. [See Gents May, Feb 1849.] On attaining Peak Hill we went into the flint gravel pits to look for fossils, the most abundant being the echini. We found two or three bad specimens. Got home about five, after a six hours ramble.

Mr. Lousada, of Peak House showed me a petition, or rather an address, to Lord Palmerston, the Prime Minister, regretting the result of the debate on the China question, and expressing every confidence in him as a statesman, - which is for signature. As I am disposed to think that the opposition have defeated the government from party considerations and faction, rather than from sincere Conviction that we have done wrong in the Chinese question, I readily put My name to it.

Sat. Mar. 14. Had tea with Mr. and Mrs. Mardon, at Sidlands. He is the unitarian minister at Sidmouth. He tells me that he remembers my uncle the Rev. W. Hutchinson, when he lived at Heavitree Parsonage; and also my grandfather the Judge. In the course of the evening he showed me a sword declared to have belonged to Oliver Cromwell. It was in the possession of George IV., but how it came to him we are not informed. Its history from George IV., however is known. He gave it to Col. Hanger, who I believe was afterwards Lord Coleraine. From Lord Coleraine it passed to a gentleman of the name of Jones; and by him was given to his relative Mrs. of Honiton, who has lent it to Mr. Mardon. It is a light two-edged, fencing or dress sword, in leather scabbard. The hilt is black horn; the guard (broken) of silver, and a silver shell, as an ornament, spreading down the blade.

He made me a present of a little book, a translation from the Greek, of his own, of the Epistle of St. John the Apostle. It is without the seventh verse of the fifth Chapter, which some persons declare is an interpolation not found in the early Greek manuscripts.

Tu. Mar. 24. Went to hear the Reverend Mr. Clemonts’ Lecture on Galilee. It was a very good Lecture and very well illustrated, (by Mr. & Mrs. Johnson, of Woodlands) but, as he himself said, perhaps a little too sermon-like.

Th. Mar. 26. Dined with the Radfords at Sidmouth.

April 1857

Tu. April 7. The yellow buntin of the crosslets of my Hutchinson flag, or my “Standard,” as my friends call it, has nearly faded out. To-day I painted them yellow.

Th. Ap. 9. Mr. Perry, one of the booksellers here, having asked me to write him a new Guide Book for Sidmouth and its neighbourhood, which he is anxious to bring out, I have set to work about such an undertaking. As I have been nearly ten years collecting materials for a large history of this place (and which is partly written), and as I have lived here so many years, and ferreted so much about its neighbourhood, the task to me is an easy one. I can write it out at a great pace, and with little or no further research. The first Guide Book to Sidmouth, I believe was the Rev. Edm Butcher’s, published in 1810, and which subsequently reached its forth edition: then came Marsh’s: Then came Dr. Mogridge’s “Descriptive Sketch, &c.“ in 1836; and then “The Tourists and Visitor‘s Handbook,” 1845; no name, but by the Rev. Richard Creswell.

Tu. Ap. 14. Went to the wedding of Henry Jenkins ( of Radway) and Miss Lucy Miller, second daughter of Dr. Miller. The church was nearly as full of people as if it was a Sunday morning. The ceremony passed through without anything very unusual. We went back to a splendid breakfast; and that went off very well. We then went home, and came back again at 9 in the evening to a ball and supper - and that went off very well. The Queen had a princess to-day - her ninth child.

Th. Ap. 23. Went over to “Coxe’s,” a farm house near the village of Branscombe, to meet Mr. Langdon, of Parrocks Lodge, beyond Axminster, by appointment, on the subject of the Stone Coffin in “Littlecome Three Acres,” (See Diary, July 1855) I am, however, informed that the Coffin is not a single block of stone hollowed out, but a cavity made of pieces of stone set on edge. Did not go to the spot to-day, for it rained incessantly; but leave was given me to dig there at any future time if I liked. Went by way of Trow, and came back by Tueston House and Salcombe.

Tu. Ap. 28. To-day the Oratoris of the “Messiah” was performed by the Honiton Choral Society, and about 15 of us went over to hear them. Next week our own concert comes off, and the same number of them will come over to assist us. We rehearsed in the morning, and the concert commenced at 8 in the evening. We had two clergymen in the choruses, but the novel and notable feature was, Mrs Machaney a daughter of Judge Coleridge, and wife of the Rector, volunteered to sing some of the solos, and she did so. This raises the tone and character of the Choral Society very much. She had only practised with them a short time; but she went very nicely through two songs, to a crowded room. After the concert, we supped with Mr. Creak, and did not start for home till past twelve; and did not get to Sidmouth till haft past two; and I did not get to bed till haft past three, when “daylight did appear.”

Th. Ap. 30. The Duchess of Gloucester, the fourth daughter, and last surviving child of George III died.

May 1857

Wed. May 6. Our own concert came off to-day, Miss Annie Cox, a rising singer, from London, now on a visit to a friend of hers, invited down for the occasion, to the principal soprano songs. I had to lead her into the room to her place. All things considered, the music was tolerably well preformed. Our Sidmouth solo singers had never sung to an audience before; and it was a great undertaking for them. The Choral Society has not yet been a year in existence; and several of our performers knew little or nothing of music when it was embodied. We entertained the Honiton people as they entertained us. Three or four of them dined, tea’d, and supped with me. There were 300 people in the room - the ball room at the London Inn; 50 in the orchestra, 50 in the gallery, and 200 in the body. I played flute and horn.

Th. May 21. Finished my new Sidmouth Guide. It will fill about 120 or 130 pages - indeed, the bookseller did not wish it much to exceed 100; for a large book cannot be sold for a small price - which is his desire. And I myself do not wish to say too much in this Guide, for fear of damaging my large History of Sidmouth, for which I have been so long collecting materials, but have been so slow in writing out fair. There are always so many things in hand, and so many interruptions, that there is no getting on. I have also finished engraving on wood some slight outline diagrams of the old Camps in the neighbourhood, so as to give my readers an idea of their shape. I have corrected the first proof sheet; but I do not think the book will be printed for two or three months.

Sat. May 23. Left Sidmouth this morning for a trip to Sussex. Took the Exeter mail soon after nine, and went to the Halfway House, near “Streetway Head,” where I waited ten minutes for the Dorchester mail. We then went eastward through Honiton, Charmouth, Bridport, and so on. The day turned out miserably wet, so that I could not examine the country. Took a passing glimpse at the Druidie circle in some gentleman’s grounds, close by the road side - at the tumuli on the downs - and at the various old camps. At Dorchester took the rail almost immediately. Had a glimpse at Poundbury Camp ( under which I see a railway tunnel has been carried since I was at Dorchester last July) and at the Amphitheatre, and then was off. Had a view of the shallow estuary of Pool Harbour: - indeed the rail crosses the upper part of the higher end of it. Hence to the New Forest there is a great deal of open uncultivated heath. The land is evidently poor and barren; nevertheless one would suppose that much of it might be turned to account. I got to-night as far as Portsmouth by half past eight; and as there was no train any further, I slept there.

Sun. May 24. The Queen’s birthday. Anxious to get on, I took the early train at half past six for Chichester, where I arrived in an hour; and having had breakfast at the Dolphin, went to the Cathedral. This building exhibits specimens of the Norman and Early English so much intermixed, that one would suppose it were erected when both were in vogue. If so, it is an example of the transition from one style into the other. The organ is all to pieces. It is under repair; and the floor of the north transcript is covered with pipes. Spent the afternoon very agreeably with Dr. Tyacke and his family ( brother of the Vicar of Padstow.) Went with Mr. Freeland to look at his new house, near Chichester; and all of us went up to the lead roof, where the view is beautiful. At his town house he showed me some curious Roman water pipes, and other interesting antiques, found near Chichester.

Mon. May 25. Left at nine for Midhurst - 12 miles. The country has fine undulating hills, like south Devon. From Midhurst I walked out during the afternoon to Woolbeton - nearly two miles, and called at the Rev. F. Bourdillon, where I saw his sister, Mrs. Wright, who was at Sidmouth last spring.

Tu. May 26. Took a walk to look at the country.

Wed. May 27. Walked out to Woolbeton. Took a walk with Mr. and Mrs. Bourdillon and Mrs. Wright in that wild and beautiful plantation a mile west of the town.

Th. May 28. Dined at Woolbeton with Mr. and Mrs. Bourdillon and Mrs. Wright. Took my flute, and had some music, flute and piano pieces - Mrs. Wright taking the piano. Walked back to Midhurst by moonlight.

Sat. May 30. Took a look at the “Close Walk.” It is a walk bounded by yew trees in a thick wood, belonging to Lord Egmont, (Percival.) The yew trees are very fine; and one is called “Queen Elizabeth’s,” situated near the “Roundle,” a small circular plantation. The great walk encompasses the four sides of a square. Went on St. Ann’s Hill. There is said to have been once a camp or castle on this hill; and the irregular earthworks on its summit, and traces of masonry on the east slope in the steep path, by the turn in the river, give credit to the belief. Then went and looked at the ruins of Cowdray House, the property of Lord Egmont. This mansion, about the year 1793, (then the property of Mr. Poyntz ) was accidentally burnt down. There was a brewing of beer going on; and the fire in some way caught the building. It is a castelated edifice; and must have been a handsome residence. It is too much overgrown with ivy; but under the idea that it holds the ruins together, the owner will not have it trimmed. The old kitchen has suffered least. It is six sided; and three or four of its sides shew the arches of so many great chimneys. The groined ceiling just inside the entrance door is beautifully carved in white stone. Outside it are the Royal arms, much decayed. There is a splendid oriel window in the great hall. There is no Guide Book to Midhurst published; and I could learn no facts relating to its early history.

P.S. - I have since picked up a few particulars relative to Cowdray House.

The property I think belonged to the Earl of Southampton; and then to Sir Anthony Browne, the first Lord Montague, who, about the time of Queen Mary, obtained leave to enclose a park of 600 acres, and erected the building about 1553. In 1591 Queen Elizabeth spent five days here; and the royal coat of arms over the door perhaps owes its existence there to that circumstance. The “Roundle” in the Close Walk is said to have been the spot where the Queen rested & had some refreshment served to her; but I cannot find any tree that may with certainty be called Queen Elizabeth’s. The last Lord Montague, in the prime of youth, made an over bold attempt to descend the falls of Shaffhausen in a boat; but was drowned. This was in September 1793. Within a day or two, or a few days, of this event, Cowdray House was burnt down.

Lord Montague’s only sister married Mr. Poyntz, and he came into the whole property in right of his wife. But a repitition of misfortunes again cut off the male line; for the two sons of Mr. Poyntz were drowned off Bognor by the upsetting of a boat. Their three daughters, co-heiresses, were married to three noble families - the Marquis of Exeter, and two others that I now forget. They sold the property to Perceval, a nephew of the minister who was shot in the Lobby of the House of Commons, who is now Lord Egmont. These changes and reverses have probably prevented the rebuilding of the house - which might be called the Castle; so that it is now a hopeless ruin. When Lord Egmont is here, he resides in a house called The Lodge; for it was formally one of the Lodges in the Park. The trees and the undulations of the park, however, are very beautiful; and the dell, full of rhododendrons, is superb - and just now it is coming into full bloom. There are monuments in Easebourne Church, a mile from Midhurst, to various members of the Browne and Poyntz families.

In speaking of Midhurst, I may mention that the Curfew Bell is rung here every night at eight. It is not tolled, as at Exeter; it is rung. They raise the bell, and ring it for five or ten minutes, and then lower it.

Sun. May 31. Went this morning to Midhurst church. In the afternoon to Woolbeton church, where the service was performed by the Rev. F. Bourdillon.

June 1857

Mon. Ju. 1. Walked out to Woolbedon, and called at Mr. Bourdillon.

Tues. June 2. Took a rambling walk on Midhurst common which is very wild and beautiful.

Wed. June 3. Took a rambling walk in Cowdray Park. The deer are very tame here. Remarked the long avenue of chestnuts, near Easebourne Church, close to the Park gate. The chestnuts that these bear, I believe are given to the poor, and sell for scores of pounds sterling.

Th. June 4. Walked out to Woolbedon to bid adieu, but there nobody at home

Fri. June 5. Went from Midhurst to London. The public road passes through Lord Egmont’s park, the route taken, being to Petworth, instead of more direct to Haselmere. After Petworth the road skirted Colonel Wyndham’s Park, Col. W. is the oldest son of the late Lord Egremont; but being born out of wedlock, though the vast estates were left him by his father, he could not take the title, and it has become extinct. Lord Egremont subsequently married the mother of his children; but too late to be of any benefit to them. We had a pleasant drive of 29 miles to Godelming, but intensely hot and dusty. At Godelming we got on the rail. From this point an extension, direct to Portsmouth, is in progress. We arrived safe in London early in the afternoon, without accident, stopping at the south end of Waterloo Bridge, when I took a cab and drove to Paddington - the fare being two shilling, but the man grumbled till he got half a crown.

Sat. June 6. Went into the city shopping. The heat is more oppressive here than in the country. Observed several thermometers above 80’, and 85’.

Tu. June 9. Called on Captain Bourdillon, and went with him to call on his sister Mrs. Wright, now in London.

Wed. June 10. Took a drive in Hyde Park with Mrs. Oldham and Miss. Watson, of 10 Cumberland Terrace, Hyde Park, and then had tea with them.

Th. June 11. Went with Captain Bourdillon and Mrs. Wright to Oxford Street; where they assisted me with their opinions in choosing a new paper for my drawing room at Sidmouth, which I hope to take home with me soon.

Fri. June 12. Went shopping. Ordered some painted glass borders for the landing window at Sidmouth; a seal for the fanny &c. On my way back, had tea with Mrs. Wright and Captain Bourdillon.

Sat. June 13. According to the prediction of some wise astronomer, the world was to be destroyed to-day by a comet. He is some foreigner, whose name I forget just now; but being a person of some note, his prediction has been much talked of, and many persons placed faith in his word. In spite of the impending collision from this erratic meteor, I took the omnibus from Paddington to Hungerford Market - then steamer to Nine Elms, and called on some old friends now in South Lambeth; and returned the same way. The river front looks very well from the river. Old Westminster bridge is very tottering in appearance, and preparations are being made for a new one. Took a drive in Hyde Park with some friends. It was crowded with carriages. Amongst the foreigners, was the son of the Queen of Oude, now in England, in a gilt carriage with glass panels. He is a young man, not above five and twenty - if that. He was alone, and looked about him on all sides, with much curiosity. He wore a headdress somewhat the shape of a royal crown, with a bunch of bird of paradise feathers in the front. The whole affair, however, was gaudy and semi-barbaric.

Had tea with my friends in Cumberland Terrace.

Tu. June 16. Took the Shoreditch rail, and went down to Chapmore End, near Ware to see the Olivers. The country along the line of the rail was flat. Looked at the “Rye House,” some 20 miles from London, as I passed it. This place, famous in history, as the scene of the “Rye House Plot,” is now turned into a Tea Garden for Londoners, on high days and holidays. The Rye House is a square brick house with a sort of tower or turret bearing a flagstaff, a few score yards on the east of the rail. The Plot contemplated the seizure of the King (Charles II.) as he returned from Newmarket, and a revolution in the country, brought about for the purpose of resisting several arbitrary acts of the government. Some of the conspirators revealed the plot. Most of then were executed. - amongst them Lord Russell, a representation of whole trial, in which his wife takes a prominent part, as secretary and assistant to her husband, is a well know picture. These events occurred in 1683. Arrived at Ware, William Oliver drove me to his residence. The town of Ware contains some 5000 or 6000 inhabitants. The making of malt is the principal occupation here.

Wed. June 17. William drove me after breakfast to the village of Wademill. The new church stands on a high hill. The old one is removed. The tower alone remains, standing solitary in the churchyard. There is a pretty avenue of elms leading to it from the village. Dinner and coffee over, he drives me two miles to the Ware station. Took the rail, and got back to London by seven P. M.

Fri. June 19. Made up a package for Bingham, of a child’s Cot &c., for Australia: also a box for Fanny, containing plated teapot, coffee pot, and cream jug, also a seal with the Robertson crest on it; and had the things sent to the shipping agent. Called on Captain Bourdillon. At 8.10 this evening, took the train for Devonshire. The weather was immensely warm. A thunderstorm came on, and the rain came down in torrents. I remained wide awake all night; but several of my fellow travellers, the ladies especially, nodded and bowed to me very frequently. On these trying occasions, people lay aside the cold rules of etiquette, and give way very freely, as a matter of necessity, to the demands of their wearied nature. Daylight broke about 2. The rain in the west seemed to have been heavier than in the neighbourhood of London.

Sat. June 20. After waiting an hour or so in Exeter, I got into the Mail, and arrived in Sidmouth by eight.

Mon. June 22. Corrected the second sheet of my New Guide Book of Sidmouth.

Th. June 25. Got the mule and went out with the gun. Drove down to the beach, unlimbered, and fired several shots out to sea. Limbered up, and drove to the Archery ground at Cotmaton, where I found a dozen ladies and gentlemen. I fired one shot with powder only, just to make “a jolly row,” and amused the girls, or frighten them out of there wits; but they would not let me have a try at their target with ball. No wonder perhaps.

Mon. June 29. Undertook to engrave a map of the neighbourhood of Sidmouth for my New Guide. Began to-day. Prince Albert has just been dubbed “Prince Consort;” and is now preyed for in church under that designation. He held no rank in this country but Field Marshall. Some years ago a feeler was put out by the report that it was in contemplation to make him “King Consort;” but the idea was received by the nation with so much dislike, that no more was said about it. No jealousy or discontent has been manifested at the father of the Queen’s children being styled “Prince Consort.”

July 1857

Wed. July 1. News have arrived of an extensive and serious insurrection of the native population in the East Indies against the Europeans. They have massacred the whites - men, women, and children - at Meerut, Delhi, and other places. Great anxiety exists for the next news.

Fri. 10. Finished engraving on copper a map of “Sidmouth, Devon, and the Neighbourhood,” for my New Guide to Sidmouth.

Tuesday, July 14. Mr. Heineken and myself went over to Musbury to a sale at the Rev. W. Tucker’s, the Vicar’s. I there bought a piece of Roman tesselated pavement, (for ones about the size of an octavo volume, containing 34 squares tessera of apparently white lias stone; some fragments of black Roman pottery; and about a peck of loose tessera of the same kind. They came I believe from Up-Lyme, where the remains of a Roman Villa were discovered in 1851. The whole cost me 2s. 6d.

Note added later “I have given them to the Exeter Museum, except some of the tessera. 1880.”

We then went to the church where the monuments of the Drake family, heretofore of Ash, attract most attention. There are three couple of figures. Male and female, in a kneeling posture in the south-east part of the building. In the organ loft we saw a double bass made by W. Tucker.

Then we climbed the hill to Musbury Castle. A pretty fag it was, considering the heat. We lunched on the summit; and then, with Davidson’s “Axminster”. in hand, we examined the camp, and verified his description of it. But during the last 25 years, (since he wrote) several parts have been altered or obliterated.

After descending the hill, and taking another look at the sale, where two little oval reputed Rembrandts were knocked down for £20, we went to Ash, now belonging to John Wolcott, of Knowle, Esquire. I made one sketch of the house from the garden, and another of the Chapel. The buildings must at one time have been very extensive. We also went a quarter of a mile on towards Axminster, where a brook crosses the road. This place is called “Warlake” or “War Lake.” Tradition says that a great battle between The Saxons, and Danes took place here - that the brook ran blood - and that the battle was continued till the combatants reached Colyton. Note added later. “See Aug. 9. 1872.”

We then started for home; where we arrived about nine.

In the Archaeological Journal for March 1854, p. 49, there is some account of the above mentioned tesselated pavement. Mr. Tucker, whose house we had been to, made the discovery of some pavement in a field called “Church Ground,” part of Holcombe farm, in the parish of Uplyme. There was a heap of ruins, and a popular notion prevailed, that an ancient church had stood there. But on making a search, a tesselated pavement was found. The appartment was about 18 feet square, and more than half the pavement was perfect. A broad border of two bands of ornament ran along the side of the room. Within was inscribed a circle about ten feet diameter, with foliated ornaments in the spandrils, and enclosing a figure of four circles intersecting, with a hexagon in the centre. The circles were ornamented with the guilloche pattern, the colours being red, blue, white and dove coloured. At first the colours were bright. Fragments of pottery, bones which soon crumbled, charred substances, and a piece of metal (which I also have) which had been subjected to very strong heat, were found on the face of the floor. Also some roofing tiles, in form somewhat pentangular. An adjoining room was floored with lime and sand; and a third with square red tiles. Also, the remains of a bath were met with, in shape octagonal; deapth 3 ½ feet; width, from side to side 11 ½ feet; but where there were benches, 10 feet. The benches were two feet high. The floor of tessera, was nearly perfect, and of a fawn colour - as mine are. The pavement has become soft, and lost much of its colour. The discovery was made in August 1850 - 52.

Sun. July 19. The new Vicar, Rev H. F. Hamilton, “read himself in.”

Mon. July 27. At last I had a dig at the stone coffin, (See April 23.) Mr. Heineken and myself, with a man went over to “Littlecombe Three Acres.” Provided with spades, pickaxes, rakes and probing iron, we at once went to work. On taking up the turf, we found the coffin at the spot before pointed out to us. It lay nearly north and south; or to be exact, the north end, (apparently the head) lay 14 degrees west of north. That end was five feet from the hedge, and the coffin is 43 feet from the eastern hedge of the field. There is a slight depression in the ground at the spot. The top edge of the coffin was only six inches under the surface. It was made of chalk stone from the Beer quarries, and soft in texture. It was rudely hollowed out of one great block, the marks of the tool being visible. It was in great fragments, except a portion of the end near the hedge, being 2/10 feet long. The bottom of this piece was, or is, entire, with the head and east side; but the west side of it is broken away. The thickness of the stone is from three to four inches. The coffin is 11 ½ inches deep. The width cannot be ascertained. We carefully examined all the earth as we took it out. In filling in again, we first laid down, all the fragments of stone; then put in the earth, again raking it and carefully examining it, and lastly laid down the turf. We found about 30 pieces of bone, all small fragments except 3 or 4. These were 2 finger bones (apparently) a metacarpal bone, a toe bone, and a tooth. Also we found an iron something like a nail or rivet, and part of a bronze fibula. These we brought away; as well as two or three pieces of the coffin which had tool marks on them. From all these we hope to ascertain to what nation or people the corpse had belonged, and at what period the internment may have taken place. It is worthy of remark, that many of the bones had belonged to some small animal, not a human being.

Fri. July 31. Attended a meeting of the Sidmouth Choral Society. Was made chairman; and after introducing the general business of the evening, the proceedings became perplexing and almost stormy. How is it that, in associations and societies got together for the purpose of amusing people and giving them pleasure, little and despicable jealousies so frequently arise, which cause discord? It is almost always the case. Our Society, after a year’s existence, is threatened with dissolution. It is impossible apparently to please every. Where everybody wants to play first fiddle, what is to be done?

August 1857

Note. The following is the letter inserted into the diary by P.O.H to Mr. Heineken.

 

Belmont Villa, Dawlish. Aug. 1857.

My Dear Mr Heineken.

One whole hour and more

I have been perched upon the barrow,

and I have come to the conclusion

that it is not a Toot-hill, but a

tumulus, or barrow sepulchral. I

sat upon it and stood upon it for

an hour, turning in different directions,

scrutinising all the glens and valleys

ridges and hills, spyglass in hand,

but failed to detect, any object visible

from it that I could not see when

off it, or any advantage derivable

from an elevation of 8 or 10 feet.

The hill on which it stands is

considerably lower than Little Haldon,

 

(Reverse side of letter)

I leave this on Thursday morning.

From Perry I have had a proof

sheet, and have retained it. If

you see him, I wish you would

tell him (if he has anything to send)

he can direct to me here up to 8

o’clock on Wednesday morning. After

that at the Parsonage, Morton Pinkney,

near Daventry.

so adieu; and hoping the Choral

society has resolved itself

into the annexed old

harmony

I remain in haste

Yours Very Sincerely

P. Hutchinson

Tu. Aug. 15. (The No.15 has been crossed out). Went over to Dawlish for a week, prior to going to Northamptonshire. Dawlish looks much as it did when I was last at it.

Mon. Aug. 19. (The No.19 has been crossed out). Yesterday and to-day the thermometer has been above 80 in the house, with the windows open. Nevertheless I have made a walk to the tumulus on the hill over Dawlish water, and another to the Warren. As I was returning from the Warren, a covey of young partridges flow out over the cliff, and pitched on the sand all around me. I nearly put my hand on the back of one of them. A young woman who was near, stooped down and picked up two of them - one in each hand. She was disposed to carry them home, but I reminded her they were game. She therefore threw them over the railway wall, and they flew back to the cliff. The rest we could not catch.

Mon. Aug. 19. (The No.19 has been crossed out). Finished reading Hugh Miller’s posthuman geological work “The Testimony of the Rocks.”

Th. Aug. 20. Left Dawlish to visit the Joneses at Moreton Pinkney, in Northamptonshire. Travelled by rail to Didcot, (having been 8 minutes in going through the Box Tunnel) and then took the line through Oxford to Banbury. Hence by vehicle 10 miles to Moreton.

Fri. Aug. 21. Examined Moreton Pinkney Church. There are traces of the Norman and Early English Styles occurring in different parts of the building. The columns and arches of the nave have the heavy massiveness of the first, and the east window, and columns of the chancel shew the features of the second. The chancel, having become rickety, was rebuilt in 1848; but the same stone and moulding were used. The tower, externally, has (three-quater fully engaged) columns at its corners in the upper stages. There are five bells, all dated 1629. The inscriptions on them are these:-

  1. GOD SAVE THE KING
  2. IHS [sic] NAZARENVS REX IVDEORVM FILI DEI MISERERE MEI
  3. Same as No.2.
  4. CELORVM CHRISTE PLATIAT (for plateat) TIBI REX SONUSISTE
  5. CVM SONO SI NON VIS VENIRE NVNQVAM AD PRECES CVPIES IRE

The forth and fifth bells are hung over the three others.

Sun. Aug 23. At Moreton Pinkney Church. Whilst we were at dinner at the Parsonage, Sir Henry Dryden, of Canons Ashby, Bart., the adjoining parish, came in and asked us to come and dine with him to-morrow. His mother was a Hutchinson.

Mon. Aug. 24. Dined at Canons Ashby. Met some people there, who were staying at the house - Mr. and Lady Sempil, Mr. Parker, the publisher of Oxford, and Robert Hullah, son of Hullah, the musician. Sir Henry asked me to come again on Wednesday morning to see the place.

Wed. Aug. 26. Went to Canons Ashby after breakfast. The house is a venerable and extensive specimen of domestic architecture; the grounds quaint, but in good keeping. Look at the museum, coins, and other curiosities. Had a long talk with Sir Henry on Hutchinson pedigrees, and other family matters. He then took me, and showed me the church. This is a portion of a much larger building, once a monastery.

Th. Aug. 27. My cousin Marion Jones and myself went out and made an out-of-door water colour drawing. The weather still continues beautifully fine.

September 1857

Wednesday. Sep. 9. 1857. Went to Lichfield to see my cousin John and Martha Hutchinson, whom I had not seen for twenty years. He is now “in residence” in the Close, he being Precentor and Canon. Found them and there two children (Edith and John) well.

During my stay here, I almost lived in the Cathedral, which is partly under repair. Looked at the monument of the two children by Chantry, at the east end of the south aisle of the Chancel. It is now like yellow wax, and discoloured, instead of like white sugar, as it used to be. In this aisle there is a tablet to a Hutchinson; and the new monument to Archdeacon Hodson, just erected, very beautiful, is also here. This time last year, the apparatus for warming the building was entered upon, and an examination of the vaults underneath the floor was made. Many ancient stone coffins were discovered with few or no remains in them, except one, having the body or bones of some bishop; and him they boiled! I suppose for sanatory considerations. Fancy, boiling a bishop! Went one day up in the centre tower, to the battlements, and over the nave between the roofs. Also into the Chapter House, and the Library over it. They have there the oldest MS. that I have net with in my travels. It is St. Chad’s Gospels; date about 720, and by some supposed to have been written by Gildas. Also a folio of vellum in clear writing of Chaucer; and many other interesting things. Went to several places in the neighbourhood. To Stow, for instance, and made a coloured sketch of St. Chad’s Well. (Sketch Book, No.11.) St. Chad, about the year 6... used to baptise the early Christians here. The walk to Stow, a mile east of the city, borders the muddy works now in the progress for making an immense reservoir. Went to Greenhill Church. The churchyard is seven acres big! Went to Barrowcop Hill. The view is beautiful. The legend says that three kings were once buried here. There was, to all appearance, a large barrow on the crown of this hill. Saw Dr. Johnson’s house in the Market-place.

Went one day to Blurton, near Trentham; and to Hanford, to see another cousin, William Hutchinson, (son of my father’s younger brother William; John being son of my grandfather’s younger brother) and found him in a very comfortable place, with a wife, whom I had not seen, and three children. Spent a pleasant day, and back to Lichfield.

For several days I amused myself turning over and reading the MS. Diary left by my Great-grandfather, Governor Hutchinson. This Diary, comprised in several volumes, is full of interesting matter referring to the stirring events of the time of the American revolution of 1774-82. Indeed, when I was one day in the Library of Harvard University, near Boston, in Massachusetts, the Librarian told me the Americans were aware that there were some manuscripts which would be valuable to them, still in the hands of some of my family in England. When my Cousin John edited the last volume of the Governor’s History of Massachusetts Bay, from papers put into his hands, I believe by Thomas Hutchinson, the barrister (buried at Heavitree) the Americans took 500 copies; and these remaining MSS, would furnish valuable materials for a concluding volume. Since the family returned to England, some 80 years ago, more of its members, as for as I know, have been to Alford in Lincolnshire, from which place they emigrated about 1634. I have often thought of doing so, and now I am so near I have a great mind to do it before I return home to Sidmouth.

Fri. Sep. 18. Returned from Lichfield to the Parsonage, Moreton Pinkney. Went by rail to Weedon. Admired the wild hills of Cannock Chase, near Colwich. From Weedon I walked 9 or 10 miles across the country through several villages, and got back towards evening.

Tu. Sep. 22. Mr. & Mrs. Jones and myself dined at Canons Ashby with Sir Henry Dryden, and met Mr. & Mrs Alfred Dryden.

Th. Sep. 24. Lent Sir H. Dryden my MS. book of “Memorials of the Hutchinson Family.” Then went into his church and made rubbings of four small brasses he has there. Whilst I was at work he came in and gossiped on Sunday subjects.

Sun. Sep. 27. Sir H. D. called and brought back my MS. Book, and I returned him his

4, to Life of the Regicide Col. Hutchinson, he lent me the other day.

Tu. Sep. 29. The Rev. F. Mrs. Jones and their second daughter Fanny left for a change of air to the Isle of Wight.

Wed. Sep. 30. I left Moreton Pinkney for Lincolnshire. I have long intended to visit Alford, and other parts of Lincolnshire, where my ancestors lived in the time of Charles the First. An opportunity now occurs, as I find myself nearer to Lincolnshire than I have been for some time, and free to roam where I will. Passing through Peterborough, where I found time to examine the cathedral, (Norman, massive, plain, unadorned.) I arrived at Boston, where John Cotton, the friend of my ancestors lived. A Chapel at the south-west part of Boston church, has been recently restored, partly by Americans of Boston, Massachusetts, and a brass erected to Cotton, sometime Minister there.

October 1857

Th. Oct. 1. 1857. Slept at the Peacock Hotel. After breakfast went to the church. Saw Mr. Lamb, one of the Curates, (who told me his Mother was a Miss. Hutchinson) but found that I could not obtain the information I wanted about a Hutchinson monument, as the verger was out of town. Looked round the church which was once very rich in Brasses, as many, either perfect or mutilated remain, and the traces of many more are seen on the flag pavement. Went into the Cotton Chapel, newly restored, and then glanced at the old oak chest right there. Mounted the tower to enjoy the view - a hard climb. The first gallery looks down the inside of the tower on the pavement of the church; the second surrounds the outside, where I got the first view of the country; the third surrounds the base of the octagonal lantern, and from this elevated walk, a very extensive prospect is enjoyed. The horizon, however, was hazy. The Lantern is hollow and without roof. It is a mere ornamental shell; but its beauty and lightness have long been celebrated - and justly so too. Whilst up on this elevated perch, I discovered that I had somewhere, during my ascent through the dark winding series of steps, lost a large roll of papers out of my coat pockets. The roll consisted of some sheets of paper for taking rubbings; three rubbings of brasses made in Canons Ashby church; (see Sep. 24) and two duplicates of the Hutchinson Pedigree, not quite finished. My sketchbook, No.11, in the other pocket, was safe. Having gone as high as steps could carry me, and having walked once or twice round the narrow platform, inside the battlements, to enjoy the view on all sides, I proceeded to descend, and to find my papers, if possible. I was somewhat perplexed as to being sure of taking the same steps in going down, as those by which I had mounted; for there appeared to be a turret containing a winding staircase in two, if not all the corners of the tower; and as I had changed from one turret to another, on leaving the different platforms, I was at a loss to know how I should retrace my steps all the way down; and being alone, I had no friend to send one was whilst I took another. However it is astonishing how easily difficulties are overcome; for as I was groping my way down in a dark turn, I kicked something before me, which, when it came to a lighter part, where the rays entered through a loophole, I saw to be the lost roll. Having once more pocketed it, I descended to the church, somewhat dusty, where the old woman was waiting for me.

Returned to my hotel, and had lunch. Turned over Pishey Thompson’s History of Boston. At p,61, he mentions a John Hutchinson, spelt Hochynson, as cessed at Subsidy in Boston in the sum of £5, in 1523; and reference is made to the Statutes of the Realm, 14 & 15, Hen. VIII., and to the Subsidy Rolls, 1523, 1524. A Samuel Hutchinson is Mayor in 1680, and 1695; and a Stephen Hutchinson in 1699; p.431.

The wife of William Hutchinson who went to America, was Ann, daughter of the Rev. W. Marbury. I think Governor Hutchinson spells the name Marbery. From analogy and etymology, I think that Marbury ought to be right. Bury is the same with Burgh, Byrig, and Borough; like Hubert de Burgh in Shakspere’s King John. Thompson calls Samuel (younger brother of the first William the fourth son; but Governor Hutchinson in his notices of the family at the end of his MS. Diary of 1777, 1778, the second. Here the Governor is likely to be right.

Went to call on Mr. Thompson - not that I had anything to tell him, or anything to ask him; but I thought I would chat about his book, and gather some scraps of information from him about this place and neighbourhood. Found his residence, a brick house, down the river, nearly as far as Hussey’s Tower; but he was not in town. Saw his sister, an old lady, who politely asked me in. Told her I was a Hutchinson of Lincolnshire, and had been reading her brother’s book. She said she had Hutchinson blood in her veins, one of her ancestors having borne that name. She regretted her brother was not at home as I did also. Chatted with her for ten minutes, and then went and made a sketch of Hussey’s Tower. This is part of a map of buildings formally belonging to the Lords Hussey. After this, took a walk down the left bank of the river Witham, on the high embankment, as far as Scirbeck church - and back. The flat country and the high dykes reminded me of Flanders. This river, I was told, rises and falls 15 feet at spring tides.

Friday. Oct. 2. 1857. Went into the church after breakfast, and the Register was brought to me in the Cotton’s Chapel. Before inspecting it I enquired for the monument of Samuel Hutchinson mentioned by Governor H. in his Diary, as being in the church. It used to be against the south wall inside, and on the east side of the south door; but some years ago it became ruinous and loose. Since the renovation of the church, it has been left in the library, over the South Porch. I went up and saw it. It is a slab of white marble about two or three inches thick; some three feet long, and perhaps two feet broad. It is in several fragments. It refers to Samuel Hutchinson, twice Mayor, and to several of his children; but this slab is of no interest to the decedents of Governor Hutchinson, as it refers to persons whose connexion with him is not known. He may have been descended from William Hutchinson who first went to America, but the descent is not traced with certainty. For these reasons I did not think the monument or the inscription of any use to copy. The Verger did not think that any descendant of that Samuel now lived in Boston. The Governor says that some of his relations went to Ireland - do the Hely Hutchinson’s come from him?* This is a mere surmise.

* Note inserted at the bottom of the page reads. No, they came from William’s younger brother Richard, who bought Knocklofty.

I then went to the Register, and poured over it for five hours, until I became wearied and sick of the very name of Hutchinson. The book (falling to pieces) is about 10 inches high, and six broad. The entries begin in 1565, and I searched down to 1636, at which time they had all gone to America. The name of William Coddington occurs, though I cannot say that this was the same who was with us in America. It is however, very probable. The name of Hutchinson is variously spelt, as indeed most names were in that day, when the orthography was unsettled. Thus, we meet with Hutchynson, Hutchynson, Hochinson, and Hotchkynson. I will not say positively that this last is false orthography for Hutchinson; but I chose to copy out every word at all like Hutchinson, so as to be sure that I had not omitted any possible member of the family. I copied out the following in the order in which they stand, very properly arranged under the heads of Marriages, Births, and Deaths, in the order in which they should stand, and not as the modern newspapers put them.

Marriages.

Oct.28. 1566. Richard Hutchinson & Margary Budder(?) nupt.

Jan.26. 1567. Thomas Hutchinson & Agnes . . . . . Nupt.

Nov.5. 1576. Thomas Tonard(?) & Alyce Hutchenson nupt.

Oct.3. 1580. Augustyne Atkynson & Helene Hutchenson nupt.

June 29. 1584. Phillip Hutchinson & Isabell Hutchinson nupt.

June 20. 1585. Thomas Hutchinson & Anne ffetherston nupt.

Oct.18. 1585. Edward Hutchinson & Dorothee Ashewicke(?)nupt.

July 3. 1589. Richard Hotchinson & Johan Tresby (?) nupt.

Aug.20. 1590. John Hotchinson & Rose Millar (?) nupt.

Dec.29. 1592. Richard Sibsey (?) & Johan Hochinson nupt.

Nov.12. 1597. Thomas Hochinson & Margaret Allinson(?) nupt.

Baptisms.

May 18. 1558. Johanna Hutchenson filia Thome baptizata est.

Mar.5. 1565 Robtus Hutchenson bapt.

Nov.29. 1587. ffrances Hutchenson

May 31. 1569. Simon Hutchenson bapt.

Oct.23. 1570. Antonius Hotchkynson bapt.

Aug.7. 1580. Margareta filia Thome Hutchinson.

Oct.5. 1585. ffrance Filia Thome Huchinson baptizet.

Oct.23. 1586. Edwardus Filus Edwardi Hutchinson.

Mar.2. 1588. . . . . . . . . . . . . .filius . . . . . . . . . Hutchinson.

June 29. 1590 Agnes filia Thome Hutchinson.

Aug.16. 1590. Nichs filius Johis Hochinson.

May 3. 1592. Anna filia Johis Hutchinson.

Mar.13. 1595. Prudence filia Robti Hutchinson.

Mar.24. 1596. Anna filia Johis Hochinson.

June 24. 1596. Elizabeth filia Robti Hutchinson.

June 13. 1597. Xpoferus filius Xpoferi Hutchinson.

Dec.28. 1598. Robtus filis Robti Hutchinson.

Mar.19. 1599. Ricus (?) filius Johis Hutchinson.

Oct.5. 1623. John the sonne of John Hutchinson. [See last Burial.]

Burials.

May 12. 1561. Anne Hutchenson

Sep.15. 1563. Arthur Hutchinson.

Sep.22. 1563. John Hutchinson.

Dec.4. 1566. Margett Hutchenson.

Jan.2. 1567. Thone Hutchenson.

Dec.27. 1567 ffrances Hutchenson.

Oct.21. 1570. Richard Hotchkynson.

Nov.2. 1570. Simon Hotchkynson.

Mar.4. 1573. Margaret Hutchenson.

Apil.30. 1573. Joune Hutchinson.

Mar.12. 1576. Elizabeth Hutchenson.

Jan.30. 1579. Wolsrey (?) Hotchinson.

Nov.14. 1584. George Hutchinson.

April 8. 1586. Francis (?) Hutckinson.

Sep.28. 1587. Edward Hutchinson. *see foot note.

Mar.17. 1591. Mawde Hutckinson.

Aug.5. 1594. Dorothe Hutchinson.

Oct.8. 1623. John the sonne of John Hutchinson [Three days old.]

* Twenty one persons are registered as having been buried on this day. Perhaps the plague raged at Boston.

The following I extracted, but put them together on account of the names being similar.

March 22. 1626. Mirkak (?) ye sonne of William Coddington. [Buried.]

April 17. 1620. Samuell ye sonne of Willm Coddington. [Baptised.]

Augt. 21. 1629. Samuell ye sonne of Willm Coddington. [Buried. Sixteen months old.]

June 30. 1629. Clarke ffortree(?) & Katheren Coddington. [Married.]

The names which have a note of interrogation after them, are obscure, and of doubtful reading.

Such is the long list taken from the Boston Register. When Governor Hutchinson visited Boston, he inspected the Register; and in his Diary he remarks that he saw the marriage for John Cotton Clark to Sarah Storey. I could not comprehend the draft of this, and took Clarke to be a surname. On examining the Register myself, I see that the word is Cleark and not Clarke, and that it means Minister, Parson, or person in holy orders. John Cotton was vicar of Boston, and married Sarah Storey, a widow, on the 25th. of September, 1632, as his second wife; and they and the Hutchinsons were in America together. But the secret of the Governor’s interest is this - that, when in Americs, a Cotton married a Mather, and subsequently a Cotton Mather married the Governor’s sister. Thompson, p.416 says - “Mr. Cotton was married to his second wife Mrs. Sarah Storey (a widow) at Boston, 25 April, 1632. (Note the words “April or September ?” have been added under the proceeding date.) Hutchinson says she was very dear to his former wife. When he writes “Hutchinson says,” I know not what source of information he refers to; but most of Thompson’s knowledge of America and the Hutchinsons seems to be derived from , Allen’s Biographical Dictionary, New England Hisrorical and General Register, 1.298, and Drake’s History of Boston, Massachusetts. At p,427 he says - “William Coddington, probably of Alford or the neighbourhood;” and supports his supposition, by refering to the New England Historical Register, v.1.p,297, which says the Hutchinsons “were there intimately acquainted with Mr. Coddington.” For myself, I think that William Coddington, at this period, belonged rather to Boston than to Alford; for his name occurs in the Register in the years 1626, 1628, and 1629; and we shall see further on, that he is not found at all in the Alford Register.

I now felt that I had no more to do in Boston. No other siurses of information presented themselves to my mind; and this being the state of the case, I resolved to push on at once for Alford, 25 miles. I took the rail at 6 P.M. The train, however, was late in, and late out; the sun had set, and a moon nearly full, was rising. What I saw of the country appeared flat. Arrived at the terminus, I allowed them to drive me at what hotel they chose at their discretion; and I ordered tea. Behold Hutchinson once more in Alford, after an absence of 220 years!

Saturday, Oct.3. 1857. After breakfast went out to look at the place and neighbourhood. The parish is a small one, containing little more than 2500 inhabitance. They are chiefly employed in agricultural pursuits. The soil is gravely and sandy; but chalk is arrived at by boring 60 feet. There is a range of chalk hills a mile west of the town, and hills of the Greensand formation, beyond that. The church was built from the Greensand range, but the stone is much decayed.

Sunday, Oct.4. 1857. Went to church. The building has a dilapidated appearance. Outside, it has been repaired with brick, where the stone has decayed, which gives it a patched appearance: and the whole of the west front of the tower is now faced with brick from bottom to top. The interior has north and south aisles separated from the nave by plain octagonal columns with foliated capitals. There is no monument to the name Hutchinson, ether in the church or in the churchyard. Of this I was assured, both by the Sexton, and by the Vicar, the Rev. George Jeans. I was also assured by them, and by other persons whom I asked in the town, that the name of Hutchinson is not known to exist in the parish. They all look upon me as a stranger and a new comer: but I rather protest to them that it is they who are the new comers - that I am in my native place - that I have only been playing truant a little while - 150 years in America, and some 70 in Devonshire - and that I am now come back to see how they have been getting on in my absence. In the Chancel there is a splendid monument with two recumbent figures, to Sir Robert Christopher, Knight, and his wife, date 1668. I sat in the church and looked upon the same walls and the same columns, on which the eyes of my ancestors, eight or nine generations ago, had rested; and so much dies the contemplation of the same objects seem to annihilate time, that I could almost fancy I were cotemporary with them.

In the afternoon took a walk westwards over the hill by the chalk quarry, and went nearly three miles out.

Monday, Oct.5. 1857. After breakfast called on the Vicar at the new vicarage recently built at a quarter of a mile north-east of the church. When I introduced myself to him. I said I had returned at Alford after an absence of 220 years. He bowed and replied that I wore my age well. He produced the Register. It is about the same size and shape as that at Boston. I devoted two hours to it, and arranged to take the rest tomorrow.

Walked out, this afternoon northwards to the village of Selby, some two miles off, and called on Mr. Lister, a magistrate here, whose sister was staying at Sidmouth in Devonshire some few years ago, where I know her. Walked back by another path, all the way through fields.

Tuesday. Oct.6. 1857. Three more hours at the Parish Register, and completed the work. I followed the same plan that I did at Boston. I began with the beginning, being the 19th. of April 1561, and searched down to the year 1636 inclusive. I see that William Hutchinson’s father was called Edward - a fact here confirmed, for which the Governor, in his Diary, merely conjectures, or ingeniously argues for. I see also, that William was Churchwarden in the years 1620 and 1621. I had not been aware of this before. The name of Sanford or Sanforde, with which we became so intimately acquainted and connected in America, occurs in this Register. We may reasonably soppose that the Sanfords here, are the same as those with whom we intermarried in America, even as it is likely that the Coddingtons of the Boston Register, are the same as those with whom we also intermarried on the other side of the Atlantic. Edward Hutchinson senior, that is the father of William, according to the Alford Register, is entered as buried February 14. 1631. Edward’s wife the Governor belives, was buried at York, in America. It is somewhat strange that when Governor Hutchinson was making a tour through the country, after his return from America, and came so far as Boston, he did not come on to Alford. He had Alford on his mind; for he expresses his intention of writing to the Vicar of that place, to make some enquiry about family memorials; but it dose not apper he ever wrote. Well, the list of the entries which I extracted from the Alford Register is the following:-

Baptisms.

Aug. 1586. William filius Eddi Hutchinson. Bap, erat, 14 die, [Aug] *

Nov. 1589. Samuel filius Eddi Hutchinson. Bap, 1. die. [Nov.]

July. 1593. Exeter+ filia Eduardi Hutchinson, bapt. 22.die.

May. 1598. Jokes filius Eddi Hutchinson, bapt. eod die. [i.e. May 18.]

Nov. 1599. Susanna filia Eddi Hutchinson, bapt. eod die. [i.e. Nov. 25.]

May. 1613. Edwardus filius Willi Hutchinson, bapt. 28. die.

Sep. 1614. Susanna filia Willi Hutchinson, bap. 4. die.

Oct. 1615. Anna filia Xpoferi Hutchinson, bap. Fuit 22 die

Dec. 1615. Richus filius Williami Hutchinson, bap. 8. die

Jan. 1618. Bridgella filia Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Jan. 15.

1619. Gulielmi filius Joannis Hutchinson, bapt. October. 17.

1620. Franciscus filius Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Deceb. 24.

1621. Elizabetha filia Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Febr. 17.

1623. Gulielmus filius Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. June 22.

1624. Samuel filius Guilielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Deceb. 17.

1626. Anna filia Guilielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Maij, 5.

* This entry bears the earliest date of any that I saw in the Register. It is at the bottom of a right-hand page.

+ I had some doubts about this unusual woman’s name. The Vicar however, confirmed me it deciding that it was certainly Easter. I copied it thus

1627. Gulielmus filius Joannis Hutchinson, bapt. Feb. 1.

1627. Maria filia Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Fed. 22.

1629. Edwardus filius Johannis Hutchinson, bapt. Aug. 16.

1629. Katherena filia Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Febr. 7.

1631. Elizabetha filia Johannis Hutchinson, bapt. Jul. 8.

1631. Gulielmus filius Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Septeb. 28.

1633. Susanna filia Gulielmi Hutchinson, bapt. Noveb. 15.

1633. Johannes filius Johannis Hutchinson, bapt. Febr. 6.

1634. Johannes filius Johannis Hutchinson, bapt. Jan. 29.

1636. Susanna filia Johannis Hutchinson, et Bridgetce uxaris, bapt. Nov. 25.

1641. Emme Hutchinson filia Johnnis Hutchinson et Bridgetce ux: b: Febr. 4.

 

Marriages.

Oct.7. 1613. Thomas Rushworth thrno et c * Easter + Hutchinson, nupti. 7. Die.

1618. Joannes Hutchinson et Elizabetha Woodthorpe desponsat. Octob. 1.

1623. Augustinus Storre et Susanna Hutchinson. Novemb. 21.

Burials.

1601. Susanna filia Eddi Hutchinson, sep. 5. Augusti.

1629. Ellena uxor Samuelis Sanforde, sepult. Jan. 20.

1629. Samuel Sanforde, sepult. Feb. 20

1630. Susanna filia Gulielmi Hutchinson, sepult, Septeb. 8.

1630. Elizabetha filia Gulielmi Hutchinson, sep. eodem die. [i.e. Oct. 4.]

1631. Edvardus Hutchinson Sen. Sepult. Feb. 14.

* Query - Whether these words are chius et c - for chirurgus et c. ?.

+ Easter. Here we have the same name as before. Miss Easter was now twenty years old when she changed her state. I took a facsimile which is thus:-

1633. Joannes filius Johannis Hutchinson, sepult. Febr. 10.

Such is the Alford list. A few remarks may be made upon it.-

That three families of Hutchinsons were having children all at the same time in Alford, namely, of William, of John, and of Christopher. We are not told whether Christopher was a son of Edward, like the others.

That the wife of Edward is not noticed; but Governor Hutcuinson, in his Diary, says that William’s mother died or is belived to have died at York in America.

That John Hutchinson remained behind, after William had gone to America, for he had a daughter christened Emme, (for so it appears to be written) so late as 1641.

And that, in the two places where the name Sanford or Sanforde occurs, it is not written, Sandford, but Sanford. It will be seen that William Hutchinson loses two children in 1630. It is said that the plague was at Alford in that year.

At the foot of two of the pages of the Register, William Hutchinson’s name appears as Churchwarden (with Robert Dixon) namely in the years 1620 and 1621. Presuming these signatures to be his own, I took facsimiles of them

(Note. At this point in the diary there is a blank space between the text that may have contained the facsimiles, if so there is on trace now.)

It would be hard to believe otherwise that the William Coddington of the Boston Register was the same as the William Coddington who, with William Hutchinson and others, purchased Rhode Island of the Indians, and with whose family we intermarried in America.

With respect to Edward Hutchinson, the earliest member of the family which we have yet discovered, it will be seen that he is first mentioned August 14, 1586, when he baptises his son William. Now his wife’s name is not given, though we should be glad to find it. Note added later. It was Susanna. If we turn to the marriages of the Boston list, we see, under date, October 18. 1585, that one Edward Hutchinson marries Dorothee Ashwicke. As this marrage took place ten months before the baptisum alluded to, they may have been the parents of our William; and the case would have been simply this - that the father and mother were married at Boston, and that the first child was born at Alford. This reasoning seems plausible enough; but there is one reason only. Edward baptises William August 14, 1586, and Edward, in the Boston list, baptises a son, also Edward, October 23. 1586. The question then arises - Could a man with one wife have two consecutive sons, the one born in August and the other in October of the same year? What say you to that, my relations? Then the conclusion is this - that the Edward at Alford, and the Edward at Boston, though contemporary, were not the same person.

Having completed my extracts from the Register on Tuesday the sixth, I went that afternoon again to the church. I took a rubbing of a small brass on the pavement near the middle of the church, bearing the name of Key. Then I mounted the Tower. There are five bells, not of great date. There is however, besides these, an old original bell of small size. This is supposed to be “as ancient as the Roman Catholic Times,” as the Clark phrased it, who accompanied me. A crack is visible in one part of it: never the less this did not seem to injure the sound much when I struck it. It has however injured its character; for the man said it was not ring because it was cracked. It goes by the name of “Ting-Tang;” but why he could not explain. After a time it occurred to me that perhaps it was a metonymy, expressive of the tinkling sound; and when I broached the idea, he allowed that it appeared valid. From the lead roof I enjoyed a good view. The sea, six miles distent, can be seen over the flat country.

The weathercock is an autique worth copying. It bears date 1660. It is made of copper. The bow of the first six has been knocked out. A young man in Alford wishing to try a rifle, fired at the weathercock, and knocked out that piece. He said also that the letters M.L. stand for Martin Lister, an ancester of his mother, - I presume Churchwarden at that period. There is some talk in Alford of trying to raise subscriptions to put the church in thorough repair. I left word therefore, with the Vicar, and other’s that if any cleaning of the old walls should take place, or any examination of vaults, or secluded corners, that a sharp look out be kept after Hutchinson memorials such as inscriptions, coats of arms, and the like. I indeed, I added, that if I were informed of a search being instituted, I would endeavour to come over during the time.

I did not see now, that there was anything more to be done in Alford in the way of research; but I delayed a few days longer, in order to take a few walks in the neighbourhood. I went one day to Saleby (north) another to Bilsly (north-east) another north-west, where I found a barrow in a field about a mile and a half off; another out west over the hill past the chalk pits - or cauk pits, as they say; another to Well, and through the beautiful ravine, &c., &c.

Monday, Oct. 12. Having, therefore, brought my enquires at Alford to a termination (at all events for the present) and having bid adieu to the courteous Vicar, and one or two other friends, who manifested a considerable amount of intrest in my researches, and who promised to bear my wishes respecting any examination of the church in mind, I took the rain at, eight this morning and left - promising I would not stay away as long again as a did the last time. There still remained one more place in Lincolushire which I wished to visit - and that was Gainsborough. The reason was simply this:- Some years ago in the British Museum, when turning over some books on Heraldry, I came upon a coat of Arms assigned to Coddington of Gainsborough. It was this - Paly of six, argent and agure: on a chief Gules, a Lion passant gardant, or No crest recorded. If this coat of arms were an ancient grant, it occurred to me that perhaps the family of Coddington had been originally seated at Gainsborough, and that it would be well to examine the Register there, to see whether our William Coddington, of the Boston Register, could be traced to that place. I, Therefore, steered for Gainsborough. I had to go round by Great Grimsby, over a very flat country parallel with the coast. Had I gone to York, I should have followed this route to the Humber. My reasons for postponing my visit to Yorkshire were these. In the first place, the autumn is advancing, and it is time for my to think of returning to Sidmouth, to settle down for the winter; Secondly, the search for interment of Edward’s wife in that place (to say nothing of other members of the family) would involve a lengthened stay, as I might have to turn over a dozen Registers, not knowing what church to go to; and I could scarcely take more than one Register a day, and perhaps not always that for unforeseen delays and interruptions then arise: Thirdly, I wish to extend my investigations far beyond the city of York.* There are several localities in that large county, interesting to every Hutchinson. It is said that the Danish Chieftain Uitonensis, who came to England with Harold Harfager, King of Norway, in the summer of 1066, remarried in England, and was the founder or common parent of the Hutchinson family. Harold, King of England fought the Norwegians at Stanford Bridge, a few miles east of York; but being himself killed at the Battle of Hastings soon after, many of the Norwegians settled in England. Uitonensis is supposed to have seated himself at Middleham. These places it was my wish to visit. In subsequent times the head of the family, as he may be called, had an estate at Cowlam as may be seen by referring to the Pediegree in Mrs Hutchinson’s Life of her husband, Governor of Nottingham Castle. Still later, one principal member was seated at Wyckham Abbey. I intended to see these places. I have little doubt that our branch came from the Cowlam stock. Perhaps some perseverance might discover the link; All this however would furnish work enough exclusively for a Yorkshire tour. Making the circuit, therefore, by Grimsby and Ulceby, I soon arrived at Gainsborough. I called on the Vicar, The Rev. C. S. Bird, and got access to the Register. I was amused at finding his wife and daughter pouring over it. I followed the same plan as before - namely, beginning at the beginning, and coming down to 1636:- only I took it in the reverse order, for I found it more convenient. I spent nearly three hours over it, but I failed to discover any entry refering to a Coddington. Neither did I see the name of Hutchinson. This last of course, I did not expect to meet with. I was rather hurried, as I had taken the book from Mrs. Bird; but I still feel that I went through it carefully. The name of Coddington, I was told, is known in the parish at present. The result of this search is - that William Coddington of the Boston Register, did not come from Gainsborough; and that I cannot yet fix the said coat of arms upon him.

I again pushed on, proposing to sleep to-night at Lincoln. Though I continued to travel through a flat country, I was pleased to find the Capital of the County on a hill. There are many interesting antiquities here. First, the Roman Arch, said to have been built by Claudius, that spans one of the streets, and is known as the Newport Gate. The piece of Roman wall that this arch carries, is three feet six or seven inches thick, and of course the arch the same thickness (I measured it) and the blocks of stone that form the arch go all through - they are single stones. Then, there is the Fossdyke, a navigable canal conecting this city with the sea, via Boston. This still a useful work, for it is always covered with barges bearing merchandise. Very little remains of the Castle. Soon after the death of King John, this place sustained a memorable sige, when Louis of France had possession of it. When the English Captured the City, so large amount of French gewgaws did the soldiers take amongst the spoil, that the

* An error. It was York in America, as before noted.

large amount of French gewgaws did the soldiers take amongst the spoil, that the event was afterwards known in history as “Lincoln Fair.” The Cathiedral is handsome; but the interior struck me as very bare of monuments especially the Nave.

Tuesday Oct. 13. 1857. Having finished my Lincohnshire tour, I resolved to go to my cousin John Hutchinson (Canon and Precentor of Lichfield) and show him what I have done, for he has taken some interest in my undertaking. Went by rail to Newark. Delayed two or three hours here to look at the place. Went over the ruins of the Castle. They are massive and imposing on the river side. They have recently received from the government a large iron Russian gun. But they had to pay the government for the carrage it is on, which was £10. I measured the bore: it is six inches and a half, or rather more. It stands in the Castle enclosure. Went to the Church. It is large, and very handsome. It is rich in brasses, particularly an ancent one 6 or 7 feet high, and now upright against the wall. Took a rubbing of a small brass of a figure and coat of arms (3 crowns of glory) in the north Transept. Left Newark and arrived at Nottingham, where I slept.

Wed. Oct. 14, 1857. Was agreeably surprised at the size an animation of this place. Had a curiosity to see Nottingham, where Colonel Hutchinson held the Castle for the Parliament. After breakfast went and looked at the Castle. The lower portion of two round towers, with the gate between them, is all that is seen at the entrance. Within the walls there are still less remains. There is the shell of an immense mansion in the Italian style of architecture, built in the time of Charles the Second, when the old Castle was removed. In 1832 or 1833, when, lord John Russell’s Reform Bill was agitated, a mob from the town burnt this building because its noble owner, the Duke of Newcastle, voted against the measure. Several of the floors were of cedar wood; and they sented the air with their perfume, (I was told,) at the time of the conflagration. Barring the iniquity of the deed (for which, if it had been me, I would have had up several great guns and mortars, and bombarded the town for a week) I think it is a good thing that it is destroyed. A modern mansion has no business in the midst of the ruins of a venerable Gothic Castle. It was no proof of good taste to build it there. I went down a curious subterranean passage, called Mortimer’s hole, cut in the rock. It has openings here and there; and this strange place reminded me of the stoties I have heard of the passages cut in the rock of Gibralter.

The objects of the greatest antquite here near Nottingham, are the “Druid’s Cave’s” as they are called. There is a cliff some 30 or 40 feet high, about a quarter of a mile south-west of the town, near the river, In the face of this cliff have been excavated in the sandstone rock a number of chambers of various sizes. These are supposed to have been made and inhabited by the ancient Britons. Several antiquaries have published accounts of these habitations. The marks of the pointed tool are every where visible. The place is now enclosed and admittance is gained by paying sixpence; but I am afraid that bad taste will lay it out in modern flower beds. The fronts of these chambers must have been originally closed with earth, rock, or bushes, for there are the remains of round holes in the roof, by which, as the guide remarked, the ancient inhabitants desended by rope ladders.

Th.Oct. 15. 1857. Left Nottingham, for Lichfield. Tarried three hours in Derby, in order to look at the place, after an absence of 21 years. I cannot say much for Derby. Got to Lichfield at dusk, and went to my cousins in the Close.

Sun. Oct. 1857. To-day the service in the Cathedral was performed for the first time in the Nave. The great arch is boarded up, and the choir shut off for repairs.

Mon. Oct.19. 1857. Went and poked about the choir, which is all in confusion. They are ripping down the stuco, with which the arches were some 70 years ago, repaired, to renew it with good stone; - the oak pews are all being cleared away; - the organ is being taken down; and every thing is at 6’s and 7s. The Precentor and “Fabric Keeper,” (literally, Churchwarden) jokingly offered me all the old pewing for £10.

Tu. Oct.20. 1857. Went to poke about the Cathedral. Looked at the oak pews, down and up, made a calculation, as to whether there was enough to panel my dining room. There is enough and to spare, to cover the whole house. Unfortunatly, my dining room has been recently nicely papered, and, in sober reason, I should be acting absurdly to pull everything to pieces, to put up this oak. I wish I had another room to spare, but I have not. The house is small and badly planned.

Witnessed the laying of the foundation stone of the new Museum. They sealed down a bottle into the stone, said to contain coins, papers, parchments, and so on. The bottle much resembled what we see suger plums in, in the small confectioner’s window. Aside - I wonder what was in that bottle?

Fri. Oct.23. 1857. Drove to the village of Shenstone. Went into the new church, The coloured windows of which are so deep in tint, that they let in a very “dim,” whether they let in a very “religious” light or no. The tower of the old church, with the bells in it, stands at some little distance; and the foundations of the old church are left, and can be traced.

Sat. Oct.24. 1857. A beautiful day. John (the Precentor) drove me to Maplehayes, a brick mansion standing in a handsome park, formerly the residence, and I believe the property of Dr. Darwin, author of the Zoonomia ( a Copy of which I have at Sidmouth,) Poked about the Cathedral again. In the chamber next to the Library, amougst a heap of old encaustic tiles, found four stuck together with mortar. Took them away. Note added later. ( Now in old Chancel floor on north side.)

This evening finished a tabular Pedigree of our family for John, made out from our new (as well as the old) sources of information. Those parts taken from the Alford Register, I have underlined Green; those taken from the Governor’s MSS. I have underlined Red: and the rest, taken from various sources, are not underlined.

Sun. Oct.25. Twice at the Cathedral.

Mon. Oct. 26. Turned over the Governor’s MSS. in the possession of John.

There is a Diary in several volumes, beginning June 1. 1774, and ending with his death in 1780; two folio Letter Books, of Copies of Letters, beginning in 1774; there is an MS. Small book of Abigail Kellond (nee’ Hutchinson); a sheet of MS., beling Eligha’s account of the Governor’s death, and remarks on his being buried in the Apthorpe vault at Croydon, and there are also some Oliver and Sabatier Diaries and meens. Note added later. “ I published “The Diary and Letter’s of Governor H. in 2 vols in 1883 and 1886 - and sold the MSS. To the Brit, Mus, for £100.”

Tu. Oct.27. 1857. Left Lichfield for Moreton Pinkney again. All Lichfield is alive and rejoicing with the news that Delhi has been taken. I hope it is true; and I hope that a just retribution may fall upon the wretches inside. If I were out there at the head of a troop of British soldiers, my war cry , to arouse my men, should by - “Avenge our Women!” No man who reads of the atrocities commited by the sepous on the English women, can feel otherwise than the most intense indignation and vengeance. There is one, however, who will avenge, all in good time.

Took the rail to Weedon, and then a vehicle to the Jones’s - which I walked last time. Got there in time for the fun and festivities of Marion’s birthday.

Fri. Oct.30. Turned over the Moreton Pinkney Parish Register. It does not commence till late; the first Baptism being April 18, 1641; and the first Burial April 8. 1641. There are no marriages recorded till June 14, 1653; and only one that year. In 1655 there is a menorandum running thus “Noe marriages this year.” There are several curious entries. As “Old Harrod was buried, January the 19th. 1643,” “Old widdowe furner was buried December the 15th. 1644.” “ a childe of Nicholas ffocks was buried Novem. 24th. 1648,” The name not remembered, if known.

When the church was restored here some years ago, a tablet recording a list of the bequests to the poor was obliterated, and has not been re-erected. The curate has so far interested me in the matter, by showing me the copy of the inscriptions, and consulting me in the church as to be the best place for displaying the tablet, that I have almost undertaken to paint it. A month ago I drew out a design. The point for determination now was (and we summond the churchwarden [one is lately dead] to our assistance) whether the tablet should be of board hung up, or whether it should be painted on the wall itself. A long discusion in the church took place, right in front of a full-size paper design (four feet square) nailed up against the south wall, and at last we resolved on a fresco.

November 1857

Note. Between the entries for October and November POH has inserted this newspaper article about the Revolt at Meerut.

 

THE TREE WEEKS ANTECEDENT TO THE

REVOLT AT MEERUT.

(BY AN EYE-WITNESS.)

MEERUT, April 30.

This time I have a regimental narrative to relate, strange and unexpected. It has given us painful anxiety, and the matter has not ended. Do you ever see the Indian newspapers ? Do you follow events out there ? If so, you will have heard how a prejudice has arisen in the native army against using a new kind of cartridge.

In no other country could any difficulty be started so absurd and childish as this. But native troops have taken the idea that the greased cartridge introduced for the rifle is greased with hog’s lard, - the abomination of the Mussulman - and contains a portion of the bladder of the cow - sacred animal of the Hindoo, and they whisper among themselves that it is presented to the army to destroy their caste and make them Christians. Yes, they degrade that glorious name to a mere swallower of beef and pork. So, believing themselves lost were they to bite these luckless cartridges, sundry regiments in Bengal have refused to receive them, and the 19 th N.I. has in consequence been disbanded, and a Jemadar of the 34 th has been hung for implication and bad conduct. There have been riots in Umballah, too, from the same cause, but we heard little of these events, and all here was going on as usual until the afternoon of the 23 rd instant.

We have many high-caste men in the 3 rd. Caste is a calamity fettering man’s birthright of equality in the sight of God; but, seeing how strongly the men cling to their caste, there is no profit in outraging their feelings on the point. This Colonel ----------- has lamentably done. Well, Colonel ------------ unfortunately took the idea of teaching the regiment a new mode of handling cartridges, in anticipation of the new kind coming out. Having his orderly at his bungalow, he showed him how he wished the cartridge handled, and made him fire off there; and an order that day appeared in the regimental books for a parade of all the skirmishers of the regiment to take place next morning. The sword being the weapon of the cavalry, these skirmishers, 15 in each troop, are the only men in the corps who ever use fire-arms.

As we sat that evening after tea, the Havildar of my husband’s troop on duty asked to see him, and, on being admitted, made a respectful request in the name of the troop that the skirmishers should be excused from the parade next morning, giving the reason that the name of the regiment would suffer in the eyes of other corps if they were to use cartridges during the present agitation on the subject. The men were quite aware that the cartridges now in our magazines are the same as what have been hitherto used, and they did not say they would not fire them. They only sued for delay, saying other regiments might fancy they had fired the new greased ones. The forced handling of which has been imagined to be a trick to make Christians of them. The Havildar who brought the message, old Herah Sing, is one of the mildest old Hindoos in the 3 rd. My husband felt the importance of the position. Of course he spoke to the Havildar of the utter absurdity of the rumour to which the request referred; but giving it its due weight as a question of caste, he instantly wrote to Mr. -------, as Adjutant, adding his own earnest solicitation to that of his men that their wishes should be attended to, and expressing a fear that, if disregarded, the regiment might immediately be in a state of mutiny. Mr. ------- hurried with this note to the Colonel. Other officers had sent verbal reports of the matter, as connected with their troops, but Henry’s note spoke plainest and most urgently. At first Colonel -------------seemed inclined to do as Henry urged, namely, put off the parade, but unluckily, Mr. ------- suggested that if he did so the men would say that he was afraid of them. And on this idea the Colonel resolved to let the order stand uncancelled. The Adjutant came galloping down to Henry to tell him the Colonel’s resolve, but as they talked, the bearer ran in to announce that our cavalry lines were on fire. On looking out we saw it was so. A long line of flame was blazing a few hundred yards from our compound. Henry and Mr. ------ hurried into uniforms and drove off to the fire, saying little, and not knowing what to expect; and leaving me thinking, with thoughts of mutiny and the fear of possible harm to my husband. We soon saw from our verandah that the burning building was an empty hospital. On reaching it Henry found it ominously deserted. A fire under common circumstances collected a crowd, but it was evident that the men were keeping aloof from this wilfully-ignited pile, whereon they were proving their excitement and disaffection. Another fire simultaneously broke out in another part of the lines. It was the house of the Orderly, the hated favourite. Henry soon returned home, the fires being extinguished and the lines quiet.

Next morning at daybreak the skirmishers, according to order, appeared on parade-ground, the Rot Duffodars carrying the fated cartridges in bundles. Colonel ---------- presented himself before the men, harangued them in bad Hindostanee, telling them he would report them and make them famous if they fired these cartridges, and that he would show them how to open them with there hands instead of biting them with there teeth; but the poor man’s eloquence was lost on them. There was no confidence towards him in their hearts, and his words only mystified them. He bade the Havildar-Major take a cartridge and fire it. He obeyed. They were next offered to the Havildar-Naicks and troopers comprising the skirmishers, but eight-five of the ninety refused them. Among the five who ventured to take them was our old Havildar Herah Sing. Others among the men may have been inclined to take them, but feared deserting their party. Strange to say, two of Colonel ---------’s pets were of those who refused. As nothing could be done with the men, Colonel -------- dismissed the parade, giving orders that the eighty-five who had disobeyed him should remain in the lines, but do no duty till further orders. Oh, that this crisis could have been averted !

Of course ordering the parade at all under the present excitement was a lamentable piece of indiscretion; but even when that had been done the colonel might have extricated himself without humiliation. Henry feels convinced that he could have got the men to fire, or the parade might have been turned into an explanation of the new cartridge, without any firing being proposed. Henry, as a troop Captain, had nothing to do beyond his own troop; but thither he rode at daybreak on that fatal morning, and remained for hours among his men, enjoining them to keep steady and withstand any impulse to join others in excitement; bidding them do nothing without consulting him, and assuring them that, though differing from them in faith, he was one of them, their friend and protector, as long as they were true to there duty; and the men felt that he spoke truth. They would have fired for him: they told him they would, though unwillingly.

Since that day there has been a lull in the regiment, but every heart full of expectation. The refusal of the men to obey their Colonel has been reported to the Commander-in-Chief, whose directions have not yet been received. General --------, commanding here, was extremely angry on learning the crisis which Colonel -------- had brought on, bitterly blaming his having ordered that parade. People seem to anticipate that the Commander-in-Chief will order the dismissal of the 85 skirmishers from the service; and I fear he knows not the circumstances, or how the blame rests with the ------’s indiscretion. We cannot deny that they disobeyed orders; but let the prejudices of their creed be considered, and the conditions on which they serve us (which are that their faith shall never be interfered with), and that the treatment they uniformly meet with leads them to expect attention to such an appeal as they had tendered. The men have a strong case in their defence if they be allowed to defend themselves. If they are to be dismissed without defence, there are whispers that the whole will mutiny, and be joined by the other native troops in the station. We are strongly garrisoned by European troops here, but what a horrible idea that they should be required to defend us: I am most thankful that my dear husband is looked on by the men as their friend. No one so well understands them as he - no one can so fluently and vigorously talk with them. I trust no injury may happen to any one. I trust no rash, angry hand may be lifted against poor Colonel --------; but I wish he could be removed to another regiment, where he could do less harm. There is a simple vote of no confidence here - a regimental cry for another leader.

The books announce a foot parade to-morrow morning, so probably the Commander-in-Chief’s orders have arrived. You shall learn (D.V.) from me to-morrow.

May 3. -No reply yet from Headquarters. You will be happy to learn that we begin to be less apprehensive of any demonstration taking place in the regiment if the skirmishers should be dismissed. Other corps are in no apparent likelihood of joining them, for in other corps better discipline and greater confidence prevail. How lamentable that so much has occurred already - the name of a brave, steady, leading regiment suffering, and the loss to it of 85 well-conducted men, who might have been judiciously checked and set right.

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Mon. Nov. 2. 1857. The Rev. Mr. Jones and myself went into the church to experimentalise about the tablet on the south wall. We measured out a space four feet square, but finding that the lime-wash was a bad foundation for painting on, we rubbed it all off with a hard brush until we came to the plaster. I then laid on a coat of “Patent Knotting,” as a priming. It looks like dissolved shell-lac, and smells like naphtha . The brushing covered both ourselves and the church with dust.

Tu. Nov. 3. 1857. Gave the tablet a coat of white paint.

Wed. Nov. 4. 1857. Mr. Jones went to London for a few days, taking his eldest daughter Marion with him - he for medical advice, and she to see a place she had never seen before.

Th. Nov. 5. 1857, Heard from London - Marion is enchanted. Gave the tablet a second coat of white. Dined with Sir Henry Dryden at Canons Ashby. Walked there. The roads very bad. As I was passing his church, I heard the organ. I had not walked twenty yards further, when the music ceased, and two people came out of the church with a lantern, for it was quite dark. Recognising one of the voices, I exclaimed -

“Hullo, Sir Henry, I think that was your voice !”

“Hullo isn’t that Peter ?” was the reply,

“Yes - Peter Hutchinson,”

“Come, Peter them, and we will show you the way !”

He had been showing a friend, a clergyman, the church. So we went to the house together, where (in the Library) I found another gentleman in black. Had a pleasant evening. During my absence the children had enjoyed their fireworks. I annex a quiz on the new Divorce Bill, which I bought the other day in the street.

Note: On the following page POH has annexed the song sheet he had purchased.

Sat. Nov. 7. Gave the tablet a third coat.

Mon. Nov. 9. Transferred the design to the tablet, by first rubbing the back of the former with black lead, fastening the design over the tablet, and tracing the whole over with a blunt point.

Tu. Nov. 10. Five hours at the tablet - part of the time painting the scarlet border, and part at the lettering of the inscriptions.

Wed. Nov. 11. This morning after breakfast, as I was turning over Col. Harding’s History of Tiverton by the fire, warming myself before going to my labour, Sir H. D. walked in bellowing out “Where’s the Governor ? Where’s the Missis ?” meaning Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I called him into the room; and as they were in another part of the premises, I asked him to go up to the church and see what I was about. After having surveyed the progress of the work, he left me to my labours.

Went up unto the tower among the bells to hear the clock strike twelve. Stood close to the bell, and worried the hammer by handling it whilst it was striking. When it had done its 12, I made it go on 3 more - much to the perplexity of the villagers..

Fr. Nov. 13. Finished the tablet in the church, completing the lettering in black, and the arabesque or border in red.

Sun. Nov. 15. Between church walked to Ashby and said good bye to Sir Henry Dryden - for now the tablet is done, I am anxious to get home.

Mon. Nov. 16. 1857. Left to-day. The Joneses and myself went to Banbury. Instead of going straight home, I went round by London, where I want to see two or three people. Took the rail at 2.30 P. M., and got to Euston Squire by 6.

Tuesday Nov. 17. 1857. Executed two or three commissions. Went to Manchester Street - to Lincolns Inn Fields - to the Rectory at Rotherhithe to see the Blicks. &c. Rode to Hungerford Market in a bus; took a steamer down the river to the Tunnel pier, intending to cross the river by the Tunnel, but seeing a ferry boat, got in, and was rowed across for a penny. Saw the Blicks (Mrs. B. my cousin, Louisa Hutchinson) and then looked at the church. Saw Cousin Thomas Hutchinson’s tombstone, some six or eight yards west of the tower, and copied the inscription. Looked at Prince Lee Boo’s tomb; about 10 or 12 yards west-by-north of the tower - or rather the Wilson’s tomb, in which they interred Prince Lee Boo. The inscription sets forth that Capt. Wilson was wrecked on the coast of Prince Lee Boo’s Island - that is, the island where his father reigned; that the King was very kind to him and his crew; that when Prince Lee Boo subsequently died in England (of small pox in 1784) The Wilson’s had him interred in their tomb. Amongst the graves I was shown a large tomb, where the death of a Mrs. Moore is recorded. It is on the south side of the church. The popular belief in the neighbourhood is, that this lady had a pig’s face. Perhaps this belief arose out of the coat of arms, for her armorial bearing are, three pig’s faces. Near it is another high tomb, where a Mr. Blake was buried. Mrs. Blake’s ghost is reported to haunt the upper front rooms of the tall house immediately on the west of the Rectory.

Ferry’d back to the north side of the river. Walked from the Tunnel to the Bank, through Wapping, the Tower &c., &c, Took an omnibus, via the New Road to Euston Square; had tea; Collected my luggage, and drove in a cab to the Paddington Station. On leaving the cab in the dark, I forget my overcoat, (one which I bought in Paris) and did not immediately discover it. Communicated my loss to the authorities. Left London at 8.10 P. M. to travel all night, somewhat tired with the toils of two busy days already.

Wed. Nov. 18. Arrived at Exeter at half past three, wide awake all the way down, for I never sleep in a carriage. Had breakfast at the New London. Got in the Mail at 5 a.m. The day broke at Streetway Head, before reaching Ottery. Arrived at home by eight, and my housekeeper got me a second breakfast. Amused myself all day in unpacking and setting myself to rights - for I never can sleep in the day time, though I may have been up a night or so. Hoisted the flag - trimmed the elm tree - gathered my citrouilles in the garden. I begged the seeds of a woman in Paris in a greengrocer’s shop, and raised them last spring. My largest is 58 inches round, or nearly two yards. Wrote several letters’, and was not in bed till nearly eleven.

Th. Nov. 19. I slept nine hours (from 11 to 8) without once waking, or even moving. Indeed, I rarely wake in the night; but usually make but one sleep of it. I account it a bad night if I have woke once.

Paid several visits. Perry, the Bookseller, tells me he has sold 100 copies of my “New Guide to Sidmouth,” published during my absence. This is better than I expected in the time.

Fri. Nov. 20. This evening I sat down and wrote a review of my own book for Woolmer’s Exeter and Plymouth Gazette. Perry the publisher thought it was the best plan to adopt; and I thought he was right.

The £10 note here annexed my housekeeper picked up in the street the other day, highly delighted at her good fortune. .

Tu. Nov. 24. Now that Delhi has been taken, the accounts from India are more cheering, though much remains for us to do. With respect to the death of my Cousin Sir George Parker, at Cawnpore , at first it was thought that he was among those so brutally murdered and thrown down the well. The papers then said that he had been shot by his own policeman, he having been a magistrate there; but it is now said he died of sun-stroke. My other cousin our there, Captain Peter Roberton, got off to the hills with his wife, but his house was burnt, and everything was destroyed. The indignation raised in this country, and everywhere else, at the wanton insults and cruelly offered to the women and children by the Sepoys, cannot be told. In looking back at the History of India, it must be allowed that we have, in our government of it, been guilty of numerous acts of extortion, injustice, and tyranny. I do not know whether this can account for the sudden rising of the native population against our rule. If they had been content to have murdered our men as a punishment for any acts of operation, of which our officials may have been guilty in their administration, we could have understood it; but the atrocious deeds committed on the officers’ wives, daughters, and other ladies, who have fallen into the hands of the natives, make us forget that we have ever been in the wrong, and we feel their crimes are now so great, that we shall be warranted and justified in pursuing then to the very utmost that the sword and rifle can compass. After all the white men had been killed in Delhi, the women were kept for a week for the commonest purposes by the chiefs; they were then stripped naked and forced to walk through the public streets; and after that were shot, or cut to pieces with sabres. Children’s limbs were found scattered about; and shoes and socks, with the feet still inside them, cut off with swords, we picked up. The story of Miss. Wheeler, and of the daughter’s of Sir Henry Wheeler, who was killed defending Cawnpore, is one of the most affecting several different accounts have been in the papers, for it is difficult to get correct news, where the country is in a state of confusion. The ladies fell into the hands of the Sepoys under that wretch Nana Sahib, when Cawnpore was captured by them. At first it was said that she defended herself with a revolver; and killed five or six men before they overpowered her. Afterwards a more circumstantial account appeared; to the effect that she was taken by one of the Sepoys, who forced her to his bed; that in the night when he was asleep, she got up, and in a fit of mad desperation, ran him through with his own sword, then killed some of his relations, and clearing her way out of the house, threw herself into a well. Be the real truth what it may, her mutilated remains have been found now that Cawnpore is again in our hands. The soldiers who found her, are reported to have collected what they could of the hair of her head; to have sent some of it home to her relations in England; and to have divided the rest between them, taking solemn oaths to avenge her death, and not to rest until each one had slaughtered as many of the enemy, as he had hairs of her head to his share. Can we wonder at their thirst for retribution ? If the men of our government in India have governed ill, and merit punishment, what have the unoffending women and children done ? We may well feel indignation at the insults and the barbarous acts committed on them, who have done no wrong. I hope those wretches will meet with their deserts.

Accounts have just come that Captain Hodson, (son of the Archdeacon, whose new tomb in Lichfield Cathedral I was admiring the other day, and whose sister I got acquainted with at John’s house in Lichfield) has taken and shot two sons and a grandson of the King of Delhi.

December 1857.

Th. Dec. 3. The Queen opens parliament to-day - at this most unusual period of the year - for the accustomed time is the 3rd. or 4th. of February. But the mounting crisis in the commercial world, and the mutiny in India, are two sudden and unexpected events, so momentous in their nature, that it was found necessary to call the states of the realm together at once.

Fr. Dec. 4. Beautiful day! Clear sky - mild air - and not a breath of wind. Walked, via Bickwell, to the Cain on Bulverton Hill. It does not seem to have been disturbed since I was last there, though a great quantity of the flints have from time to time been taken away to mend the roads with. There are 8 or 10 masses of stone lying about, which are apparently parts of a Kist-vaen or some other works. I am however, inclined to think, that the Kist-vaen itself, has not yet been disturbed.

Su. Dec. 6. At the new Church in the morning (stayed to the Sacrament ) and at the old church in the afternoon.

Thursd. Dec. 10 Fine dry day. The weather is wonderfully fine for the time of the year just now. In Woolmer’s Exeter Gazette this week, there are some remarks of mine, mentioning I had seen two swallows skimming abut over the river on the 2nd. I hear now, that one was seen there only last Wednesday being yesterday the 9th. of December.

Fri. Dec. 11. After breakfast walked over Salcombe Hill to Dunscombe, to see the place where a skeleton was found, about six years ago, some of the bones of which I have. Turned in at Dunscombe House, some of the ruins of which remain. Went through the farm yard, and down the road a hundred or 200 yards to the kiln. Poked about the quarry and returned. The men who found the bones were called Gosling and Bond. I found Gosling in Salcombe. He told me that they were digging out the place for making the kiln when they came upon the bones. They were close up against a sort of cliff, and covered over with earth and stones. The body was not lying flat, but rather in an inclined position. Whether the person had really been buried there, or whether a quantity of undermined cliff may have fallen down and buried a man who may have been working there, it is impossible to say. The latter supposition is within reason, as the hills here, seem to have been quarried for stone at some remote period. Gosling further said that no traces of clothing or ornaments were found; indeed, many of the bones were so decayed as to fall to pieces.

I then asked him whether they ever turned up very old coins about that neighbourhood, or querns, or other relics of antiquity ? But he said that if he ever did, or if he ever heard of such things coming to light to be sure to secure them for me.

Mon. Dec. 21. Superintended some of the arrangements for having my recent tour in Lincolnshire printed by Harvey the Bookseller here. For some little time I have been busy writing out the narrative from my Diary (with some alterations and engraving the little illustrations and facsimiles of names on wood. If I have 25 copies printed, for private distribution among the name of Hutchinson, that will be enough. I believe I must also undertake to furnish a tabular Pedigree for it, though that will involve some trouble.

Tues. Dec. 22. There has been a Frenchman in Sidmouth breaking stones with his fist, just as I saw done in Paris Dec. 6. 1855. It was not the same man.

Th. Dec. 24. Spent Christmas Eve at Lime Park.

Fri. Dec. 25. Christmas Day. Mild for the time of year.

Mon. Dec. 28. Began to draw the Hutchinson Pedigree on transfer paper, to be laid down on the lithographic stone for printing from. It is rather tedious and careful work, on account of the number of dates - and it is so easily to make a mistake in figures, without much care.

Tu. Dec. 29. Heard a very good Lecture on “Egypt” from Mr. Cave - son of the Lord of the Manor of Sidbury. I am afraid I am in for a lecture this winter myself.

Th. Dec. 31. 1857. Last day of the year. Mild, beautiful day, Spent the evening at Lime Park. Saw the new year in, of course. The bells were ringing. The custom is, to ring occasional peals during the latter part of the day, up to midnight, and again, beginning early in the morning of the new year’s day, and through the great part of the day, This is “ringing the old year out and the new year in.”

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