“Mrs Col. Macpherson
Portland Square, Plymouth, 1835 ”.
This is the last of the letters we have concerning the Macpherson family, and it has given us an insight into the lives and travels of a group of people including The Army man Duncan Macpherson of the 78th Foot Regiment in Scotland. It is addressed to Mrs Col. Macpherson 2, Portland square, Plymouth Devon and the postal markings are a Stafford CDS MA 12 1835, where it was lodged and the charge mark is 1/- , the cost of sending a single letter over a distance of between 230 and 300 miles.
Miss Janet McGilleveray has left Plymouth to take up a post teaching the children of Mr Wyatt who is a lawyer, living in Lichfield, Stafford,and who is the political agent for Lord Lichfield. She wants the Colonel’s wife to know every bit of news about her journey and how her new life has begun.
For her to have reached Lichfield from Plymouth involved three different mail coaches, and included a sidetrack, which she thought would be an economical idea, but which turned out to be a big mistake.
It begins :-
My very dear Mrs Macpherson is I know expecting a letter from me which she ought to have had before this.
Soon after we left Exeter we took up a lady who I found a very agreeable companion as far as we travelled together. She has had lodgings in the house held by Bampfylde Carew the King of the Beggars.
Bampfylde Moore Carew (1693-1759) was an English rogue, vagabond and impostor, who claimed to be King of the Beggars.
He was the son of Reverend Theodore Carew, rector of Bickleigh. The Carews were a well-established Devonshire family. Although they had a reputation for adventurousness, Bampfylde Moore Carew took this to extremes, if his picaresque memoirs are to be believed. Little is known about his life beyond these, in which he is described on the title-page as ‘the Noted Devonshire Stroller and Dogstealer’.
The Life and Adventures of Bampfylde Moore Carew was first published in 1745 and continued to be a best seller throughout the next hundred years in numerous editions as books and chapbooks. He became a nationally known character, appealing to a provincial audience. One edition of his life was printed in Hull in 1785.
He asked me which of the gents on the seats was my husband! As I said I cannot tell whether he is in front or at the back of the Coach
A very tipsy man on one side of me was rolling off the Coach. The Coachman turned around to save him, the horses going at full speed, turned a corner rather too quickly we were within an ace of being upset, and if so, more than one life would in all probability have been lost as we should have been dashed against a very high Brick wall. The traces broke. The Guard and Coachman got down and were some time before they could recover the horses to enable us to proceed &emdash; so that we did not reach Barton town till after midnight. Only fancy not an Inn near where I could sleep.
After some moments conference the Coachman or Guard knocked at a door and asked the old woman if she could give a nights lodging. “No” she said “I am quiet full ”. This she repeated 3 times and she was the most frightful looking creature I ever saw, gaping incessantly for she had been in bed for two hours. I was obliged to ask the meaning of her words, I really felt frightened at her appearance, and nothing could I get from her but “quiet full”. I offered her 2 shillings if she would let me remain in her parlour or if she would send a guide with me to the Wyatts (the old Gentleman). She had no messenger &emdash; that it was nearly a mile from her house.
When I did wake all were eager to render me assistance. I had the cramp in every limb, one rubbing my feet and another my hands. As soon as I could walk I set off for Mr Wyatt’s where I was most kindly received, Miss Holland was foremost.
A comfortable and warm bed was instantly made up for me. Old Mrs Wyatt who is very deaf, so much so as to be obliged to use a Trumpet, was ransacking her brain what would do me good, my feet must be put in warm water, and bed must be warmed and I was to be well dosed with Brandy, however that I positively refused, preferring tea.
Mrs H.W. was very pretty and much younger than I fancied her to be, she is only 33, her (manner?) is very pleasing, she often reminds me of Dear Mrs Brenser. There are 4 children, Jemima Frances 9 years old, Arthur Harvey 7, Bertha 2 and Robert 3 months, a very great beauty. My two pupils are very nice children but backward in their education. I assure you my dear good Mrs Macpherson I feel very grateful to that Great Being who has raised me up so many kind & good friends and placed me in this comfortable home. Mrs Harvey Wyatt & Miss Holland are most attentive & seem to consider my comforts in every way which continually brings to my remembrance the amiable & good friends at Plymouth.
We remained at Barton till Friday when we came here. The ride from Barton is most beautiful, a distance of 20 miles. We passed Wolseley Hall, the seat of Sir Richard Wolseley, Kings Bromley Hall & three or 4 other noblemen’s Halls. We drove around Lord Litchfields Shugborough Hall & Park, .
Mr H Wyatt keeps a phaeton & gig. He is by profession a Lawyer and Agent to Lord Litchfield of whom he rents this large Farm, there are 30 milking cows!!, between 6 & 700 sheep & animals of all descriptions. Acton Hill is quite infested with Wild Rabbits & Hares, it is no uncommon thing for the Rabbit Catcher to bring in sixteen dozen in one day, they destroy all the flowers. Last evening two hares took shelter at the Hall door, & rabbits by dozens in the flowerbeds, we tapped on the windows, but they were too bold to mind us until we opened the window. How delighted Herbert would be with this pretty place, there is so much to amuse a child. I went yesterday to see a sheep shearing.
I have a very pretty and comfortable bedroom to myself with every possible accommodation, a large chest of drawers beside a wardrobe, adjoining is the schoolroom equally comfortable. My only wish is that I could move Portland Sq & the dear Dr & his family to this neighbourhood. I forgot (to mention?) Mrs H.W’s voice is so like dear Mrs Brenser’s it quite startled me at first.
Mrs Coleman is visiting at No.2 for they were really in sad want of a little good English alias British Polish.I have not been (warm) since my arrival at Acton Hill, it stands so high. I am sitting close to a roasting fire in the school room & I am still cold. Give my love to dear little Miss Tod & tell her my things came very nicely except for the front of my velvet Bonnet & pray do not forget to tell the dear Doctor & Mrs Cookson how happy I am you know they will be anxious of my coming here. Herbert informs me in his letter that the Major had some idea of visiting Plymouth, is it to fetch Aunt Sarah?
When is Miss Walker to be married? I hope to hear of it very soon ! Of course you have heard from my good friend Miss Kennedy, how is she, what are her plans? Has dear Mary sailed? I long to hear all about her.
Janet Mae Gilleveray.
God bless you all.
Surprisingly, although there is information about practically all the people and places in the letter, I can find no information about Harvey Wyatt who was the Agent for Lord Lichfield in his political life as a Whig Member of Parliament, and a local solicitor.
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