Dangerous Minds

Pepys_portraitI subscribe to the diary of Samuel Pepys (1633 – 1703–and his name rhymes with ‘cheeps”), and from time to time on this blog I like to check in with him. He kept his diary during what turned out to be (arguably) nine of the most exciting years of British history—from 1660 to 1669. Over the course of those nine years, Pepys records eyewitness accounts of major events that include the restoration of Charles II to the throne, the plague of 1665, and the great fire of London of 1666.

I have grown very fond of Sam, flawed and vain as he is, and look forward to the daily entry that arrives in my inbox every evening.

In his entry on 19 January 1660, he matter-of-factly throws out this sentence:

To the Comptroller’s, and with him by coach to White Hall; in our way meeting Venner and Pritchard upon a sledge, who with two more Fifth Monarchy men were hanged to-day, and the two first drawn and quartered.

We’ll leave aside the fact that witnessing a public execution would be taken in stride during the normal course of one’s seventeenth century day, and examine who the two unfortunate souls on the sledge were.

At the time Sam wrote this entry, Cromwell’s protectorate was dead and Charles II had assumed the throne. Pretty much everyone who valued their lives and their livelihood—including Sam—became a royalist, no matter what their politics had been during the Cromwell era. Venner and Pritchard were executed as traitors—the “Fifth Kingdom” was a group of religious zealots, which is saying something in the seventeenth century, end-of-the-world-is-coming types who were anti-government in any form. They’d first tried to overthrow Cromwell in 1657 and then tried to prevent the restoration of Charles II.

So maybe you’re wondering why these two fairly obscure unfortunates are even worth a mention. Well just a few months before this execution, the poet John Milton had also been thrown into prison. And he was in serious peril, because he had supported the Commonwealth and had written fairly inflammatory anti-royal pamphlets. Luckily he had friends in high places, and they protected him from being executed. He was released after a few months. But it’s still shocking to think he could have met a fate similar to that of Venner and Pritchard, and that Paradise Lost might never have been written.John_Milton.

 

 

The Plot Thickens

Geoffrey Chaucer (d. 1400) was buried in what is now the Poet’s Corner of Westminster Abbey, but not because he had written Canterbury Tales. He was  granted a plot for being “Clerk of Works” to the palace of Westminster.

 

http://www.westminster-abbey.org/visit-us/highlights/poets-corner

Shells Sell

In 1839, Edgar Allen Poe lent his name to a book on conchology (the study of mollusks). Although he probably only wrote the introduction, it was the only book “by” Poe that went to a second edition during his lifetime.

 

http://blog.library.si.edu/2009/04/edgar-allen-poe-master-of-themollusk/#.UuvShGSwJyg

Motor Trends

I just found this picture on my phone, which I snapped last September, as I was driving home from Maine. IMG_1483

It had been a sunny day, but the skies went black, and I was suddenly driving through a torrential rain, the wipers going full-blast and still not giving me much visibility. It was the sort of rain that made drivers pull over to the side of the road. And it got me to thinking (not for the first time) about how different it must have been to travel a hundred years ago, in open automobiles, and before that, carriages and carts.

sleigh3The automobile changed fashion quickly and dramatically. The first models were open to the air, so passengers wore goggles and “dusters,” and women often wore big, sweeping, net veils over their hats and faces. After all, the first roadsters reached perilous speeds of up to twenty miles an hour.03065v3g13165rAs motoring grew more popular, women cast aside their huge, floppy hats and cut their hair short. Close-fitting cloches didn’t fly off as easily. A few more early pictures:3a13025r3a20740r 3a23899u.tif3a23899u.tif3a23899u.tif28102r
(All images–except top one–from Library of Congress)

Dog Days

512px-French_-_To_Agree_Like_Cat_and_Dog_-_Walters_W31330R_-_Detail_AI’ve been reading about hydrophobia, or rabies. Before Pasteur developed his vaccine in 1885, there was no known cure. But lots of methods were tried.

One I’ve seen frequently in my research is ominously called “dipping” the victim. I had no idea what was meant, until I happened to stumble across an explanation in a book written in 1878 called The Nature and Treatment of Rabies or Hydrophobia. 

The writer, Thomas Michael Dolan, witnesses how an old man, the victim of a mad dog bite, gets taken out to sea and dipped, naked and head down, into the water. He is lifted out and plunged in three times. A sailor scoffs at Dolan’s concern and tells him that a salt herring immediately applied to the bite wound usually cures the victim, but that dipping is a fail-safe treatment. (225 -6)

Then yesterday I happened to be reading the proceedings of the Old Bailey, London’s Central Criminal Court, 1674 – 1913. (What? Why is that funny?) And I came across the trial of one Joseph Draper, who was indicted in 1815 for stealing 112 sheep belonging to Joshua Lomax.

Here’s the statement made by Draper:

If there had been twice as many more, I should have taken them, for I was quite insane at that time. About sixteen years ago, I was bitten by a mad dog, and was dipped in the salt water at Gravesend for it, and I am always insane in the months of July and August. I really do not know how I came by these sheep at all.

That was another common belief, that the “dog days of summer” were a time when wine turned sour, dogs grew mad, and men were susceptible to diseases—like recurring rabies.

The jury didn’t buy his insanity-from-rabies explanation. He was sentenced to death.