tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68977352299312332492024-03-13T14:58:43.849-07:00De Quincey In EvertonKeeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-58354571022055193462013-08-06T02:23:00.000-07:002013-08-06T02:28:05.264-07:00Sophia Lee The Recess; or a Tale of Other Times<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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De Quincey writes in his<a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.co.uk/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html"> Everton Diary</a> on Tuesday, May 31, 1803; "Go to the library in Dale Street where I got it (James Graham's <i>Mary Stewart</i>); - I take 3rd volume of Miss Lee's "Recess", - leave my half-guinea, receiving 6s 6d. change out of it..."<br />
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Sophia Lee's <i><a href="http://archive.org/details/recessorataleot02leegoog">The Recess; or a Tale of Other Times</a> </i>was published in three volumes in London between 1783 and 1786. The novel appeared in five editions before 1805, and was translated into German under the title <i>Ruinen</i>, and into French. Its inspiration was clearly the novel Cleveland of the Abbe Prevost. ( Horace Eaton Notes to The Diary of Thomas De Quincey 1927). The Recess "can with justice be called the first <i>roman noir</i>, since it was in point of time and influence the forerunner of a large number of more or less similar narratives" (Dr. J.R. Foster 1927 as quoted by Horace Eaton).<br />
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<i>The Recess can also be regarded as a formative work of the original Gothic, echoing and pre-dating themes from other contemporary Gothic writers. From this work, Italian writer Carlo Federici wrote the play Il paggio di Leicester (Leicester's Page) and, in turn, that became the source of Elisabetta, regina d'Inghilterra, (Elizabeth, Queen of England) the 1812 opera by Gioachino Rossini, the libretto of which was written by Giovanni Schmidt.<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophia_Lee"> </a></i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophia_Lee">Read more on Wikipedia</a><br />
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<i>Sophia Lee was the daughter of John Lee (died 1781), actor and theatrical manager, and was born in London. Her first piece, The Chapter of Accidents, a three-act opera based on Denis Diderot's Le père de famille, was produced by George Colman the Elder at the Haymarket Theatre on 5 August 1780 and was an immediate success.</i><br />
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<i>When her father died in 1781, Lee spent the proceeds of the opera on establishing a school at Bath, where she made a home for her sisters Anne and Harriet. Her novel The Recess, or a Tale of other Times (1783) was a historical romance; and the play Almeyda, Queen of Grenada (1796) was a long tragedy in blank verse, which opened at Drury Lane on 20 April 1796 but ran for only four nights.</i><br />
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<i>With her sister </i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harriet_Lee" style="font-style: italic;">Harriet Lee</a><i> she wrote a series of <a href="http://archive.org/details/canterburytales02leegoog">Canterbury Tales </a>(1797). Other works included The Life of a Lover (1804) and Ormond; or the Debauchee (1810). She died at her house near Clifton, Bristol on 13 March 1824. </i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophia_Lee">Read more on Wikipedia</a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-51738961334742478252011-02-10T10:01:00.000-08:002013-08-05T13:28:29.547-07:00John Moore's Mooriana<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXbZm90TR1YwHNnE1y7voJgdB2iduiomVrqE3vwZJCSMW9v2-OeAFSIZs1kG1pu28TxzD3LrQzmy93xgDKoMFIDCi0b5ZowTT5oPsLgB9eYvAnbd3s2CgWdNORinBs_9lUHttDFUPJBw/s1600/Mooriana.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572155918833327490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXbZm90TR1YwHNnE1y7voJgdB2iduiomVrqE3vwZJCSMW9v2-OeAFSIZs1kG1pu28TxzD3LrQzmy93xgDKoMFIDCi0b5ZowTT5oPsLgB9eYvAnbd3s2CgWdNORinBs_9lUHttDFUPJBw/s400/Mooriana.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 248px;" /></a><br />
De Quincey notes a considerable number of texts in his <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">Everton diary</a> which formed his reading during the summer of 1803. Many of these texts are now obscure and unknown to many including myself. Therefore, it is my intention to provide information on the texts referred to by De Quincey to get a better understanding of his reading at this point in his life.<br />
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He lists John Moore's <span style="font-style: italic;">Mooriana </span>as part of a breakdown of his expenditure prepared on April 16th 1803 for his mother. The cost was threepence which I am assuming was the cost to borrow from a lending library in Liverpool.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">John Moore(1729-1802) was born at Stirling, the son of a clergyman. After taking his medical degree at Glasgow, he served with the army in Flanders during the Seven Years' War, then proceeded to London to continue his studies, and eventually to Paris, where he was attached to the household of the British ambassador. In 1792 he accompanied Lord Lauderdale to Paris, and witnessed some of the principal scenes of the Revolution. His Journal during a Residence in France (1793) is the careful record of an eye-witness, and is frequently referred to by Carlyle. He died in London on 21 January 1802. </span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">His novel Zeluco (1789), a close analysis of the motives of a selfish profligate, produced a great impression at the time, and indirectly, through the poetry of Byron, has left an abiding mark on literature. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Moore_(Scottish_physician)">Read more on Wikipedia</a></span><br />
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Here are 2 extracts from <span style="font-style: italic;">Mooriana</span> which I thought had a certain irony. De Quincey was a life long hypochondriac and he was full of ennui during his stay in Everton in 1803! (Click on images to enlarge)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw2MDq1TREeBwxBAz4a6F9VfqXEFd7ubo6OAUGFPJpajEUpQ5AxXdiR5XM_0Nt243YzoqvWUJUE93BVZExo_-bvZw2NbMMgIvsExaxGFMvLuTfcvGIlEMro-LKiIu0msWP8AfLoiJ7tU/s1600/Mooriana+2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572169169879016162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw2MDq1TREeBwxBAz4a6F9VfqXEFd7ubo6OAUGFPJpajEUpQ5AxXdiR5XM_0Nt243YzoqvWUJUE93BVZExo_-bvZw2NbMMgIvsExaxGFMvLuTfcvGIlEMro-LKiIu0msWP8AfLoiJ7tU/s400/Mooriana+2.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-11604159831058894372011-02-10T07:59:00.000-08:002011-02-10T08:13:07.519-08:00St Ann's Church, Manchester<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrg5_E5UyqNrsMi0KjPMzPnJyy4PiBoSifUdC6sbXXywOcVmXzCKPlEVMXyWYciovOuF6bTKDxcIfJvjFb7gqYvTse7XT0UJh0HMVkAp7cECWfwlN9pQrqIMM8efEp5lyNOeRGWKha1Q/s1600/566_001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrg5_E5UyqNrsMi0KjPMzPnJyy4PiBoSifUdC6sbXXywOcVmXzCKPlEVMXyWYciovOuF6bTKDxcIfJvjFb7gqYvTse7XT0UJh0HMVkAp7cECWfwlN9pQrqIMM8efEp5lyNOeRGWKha1Q/s400/566_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572091526365948690" /></a><br />I had completely forgotten that De Quincey was baptised in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Ann's_Church,_Manchester">St Ann's Church in Manchester</a> until I read it again this afternoon. The coincidence between his attending <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-annes-church.html">St Anne's Church in Liverpool</a> while in Everton in 1803 and being baptised in a church of the same name in 1785.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">MANCHESTER SJ8398SE ST ANN STREET 698-1/27/384 (South side) 25/02/52 Church of St Ann GV I Church. 1709-12 (traditionally said to have been designed by Sir Chistopher Wren or one of his pupils); restored 1886-91 by Alfred Waterhouse. Sandstone ashlar, hipped slate roof. Classical style. Nave with east apse and west tower. The 2-storey 6-bay nave has coupled pilasters to both levels, the lower being fluted Corinthian and the upper plain, both with cornices, each bay containing large round-headed windows with keystones, and the westernmost a square headed doorway in a large pedimented tetrastyle Corinthian doorcase with fluted columns; and a pilastered parapet (formerly with urns). The semi-circular full-height apse has tall fluted Corinthian pilasters, a full entablature with carved emblems on the frieze, a very prominent cornice, and large round-headed windows with panelled aprons, moulded imposts and enriched keystones. The square west tower has 4 stages divided by string courses and a mid-height cornice, rusticated clasping corner pilasters to the lower half, a Tuscan pilaster west doorway, coupled round-headed lancets to the 2nd stage, an oculus in a blank arch to the 3rd stage (and clock-faces under segmental pediments in the north and south sides), a belfry stage with coupled fluted Corinthian pilasters framing round-headed 3-light louvred belfry windows with keystones, and a moulded cornice and balustraded parapet (originally surrounding a 3-stage cupola). Interior: galleries on 3 sides, supported by stout Tuscan columns (replacing square pillars), and with upper arcades on original slender Tuscan columns; most furnishings dating from C19 restoration, including choir in nave, but fragments of original pulpit and communion rail survive. Stained glass by Frederick Shields. History: second oldest church in Manchester, built as part of early C18 development of St Ann's Square; formerly had strong Whig and Anti-Jacobite connections; John Wesley preached here 1733 and 1738, Thomas De Quincey was baptised here 1785.</span> <a href="http://www.imagesofengland.org.uk/Details/Default.aspx?id=457202">English Heritage</a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-80825219719934942262011-02-10T06:17:00.001-08:002011-02-10T08:50:15.223-08:00Yermack, the rebel, a drama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmSZkGGyhPpuRoKSXIJhxjyd2s4zUSvPNXeLfvp-ewKbw-h8LGQIJxbBp_9uEhpVFYFvs8d24QP74GSC3NoK-z_4LifpWv5xOxSVIQabE_neXBjfRmnyWyKMw9p94PEbmA8IShzJaOks/s1600/Yermack.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmSZkGGyhPpuRoKSXIJhxjyd2s4zUSvPNXeLfvp-ewKbw-h8LGQIJxbBp_9uEhpVFYFvs8d24QP74GSC3NoK-z_4LifpWv5xOxSVIQabE_neXBjfRmnyWyKMw9p94PEbmA8IShzJaOks/s400/Yermack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572061169399161218" /></a><br />Yermacks Conquest of Siberia, 1582 by Vasily Surikov.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Yermack, the rebel, a drama</span>; (poetic and pathetic) was one of the <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-quinceys-plan-of-works-to-execute-in.html">works De Quincey listed in his diary which he wished; "at some time or other, seriously intended to execute"</a>. <br /><br />I presume that De Quincey was thinking of Yermack Timofeyevich:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Yermack Timofeyevich with a force of free Cossacks were enlisted by the Russian Tsar to defeat Kucham the self-proclaimed Khan of Siberia. Yermacks force prepared for the campaign during the winter and embarked on their campaign crossing into Siberia in the early summer of 1582, culminating in the routing of Kuchams large army on the banks of the River Irtysh and entering the Siberian capital of Khanate on the 26th October 1582. Yermack is shown standing under the Vernicle standard which is now housed in the armoury of the Kremlin in Moscow.</span> <a href="http://www.military-art.com">Military Art</a><br /><br />I am unsure where De Quincey read about Yermack or Yermac but one possible source is Colin Macfarquhar, George Gleig <span style="font-style:italic;">Encyclopædia britannica: or, A dictionary of arts, sciences, and miscellaneous literature,</span> Volume 17, Part 2 1797 or L'Eveque's <span style="font-style:italic;">History of Russia</span>. De Quincey was a prolific reader and may have come across Yermack's story in the encyclopaedia. It is an early example of De Quincey's fascination with the East.<br /><br />As ever with this blog we search out strange connections on our travels. Here's Group X with <span style="font-style:italic;">There Are Eight Million Cossack Melodies And This Is One Of Them</span>:<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_8UDL9dqaiM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />According to <a href="http://www.rickresource.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=50&t=380329">Rick Resource Forum</a> this is <a href="http://therisingstorm.net/mark-leeman-five-memorial-album/">The Mark Leeman Five</a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-48164882608843855732011-02-07T06:44:00.000-08:002011-02-10T06:55:17.505-08:00De Quincey's Plan of Works to "Execute" in 1803<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffPkbwjD85E9gqIPhgLZb5Z_A3C1t6ePUA54vOq6Efw50yf_Ywh9JCuZ9N9XCkyBnTLwSaxb2jZYVFMmvr7CEltNJgjkBBjw3C4ikhJT8lcRTo_4rSbyNpNhAVCYW6wPO6Kv_CiRMqPI/s1600/1803.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffPkbwjD85E9gqIPhgLZb5Z_A3C1t6ePUA54vOq6Efw50yf_Ywh9JCuZ9N9XCkyBnTLwSaxb2jZYVFMmvr7CEltNJgjkBBjw3C4ikhJT8lcRTo_4rSbyNpNhAVCYW6wPO6Kv_CiRMqPI/s400/1803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572074528786141666" /></a><br />I am always fascinated by writer's plans for their work even if they don't produce the final article. We can sometimes learn a lot about what interested writers by these kinds of plans or lists. De Quincey was an aspiring writer in 1803 and his diary reflects his plans for his future writing:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thursday night, May 26, 1803</span><br /><br />"The following is a list of the works which I have, at some time or other, seriously intended to execute:-<br /><br />1. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ethelfrid</span>, a drama (poetic and pathetic)<br />2. Y<span style="font-style:italic;">ermack, the rebel</span>, a drama; (poetic and pathetic)<br />3. <span style="font-style:italic;">Paul a drama;</span><br />4. <span style="font-style:italic;">A pathetic tale</span>, of which a black man is the hero;<br />5. <span style="font-style:italic;">A pathetic tale </span> of which an Englishman is the hero;<br />6. <span style="font-style:italic;">An essay on poetry</span>;<br />7. <span style="font-style:italic;">An essay on character</span>;<br />8. <span style="font-style:italic;">A life of Catiline</span>;<br />9. A<span style="font-style:italic;"> life of Julius Caesar;</span><br />10. <span style="font-style:italic;">A poetic and pathetic ballad</span> reciting the wanderings of two young children (brother and sister) and their falling asleep on a frosty - moonlight night among the lanes...and so perishing. (I projected this at Bath; I think, a few weeks before my going to Ireland.)<br />11. <span style="font-style:italic;">A pathetic poem</span> describing the emotions (strange an wild) of a man dying on a rock in the sea...which he had swum to from a shipwreck...within sight of his native cottage and the paternal hills.<br />12. <span style="font-style:italic;">An ode</span> in which two angels or spirits were to meet in the middle of the Atlantic.<br /> I have sometimes thought too, though with less firmness of determination than on the preceding, that I would write-<br /><br />1. <span style="font-style:italic;">An essay on pathos</span>, as a counterpoint to No 6;<br />2. <span style="font-style:italic;">An essay on French and English Character</span>, as a sequel and illustration of No. 7;<br />3. <span style="font-style:italic;">Many different travels and voyages</span>.<br />I have besides always intended of course that <span style="font-style:italic;">poems</span> should form the corner-stones of my fame;- but I not (at this moment) recollect any subjects that I have chosen for my poetical efforts..except those already mentioned. Between 11 and 12 o'clock"<br /><br />I will be posting in more detail of some of the above at a later date.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-87432503357862170472011-02-07T02:01:00.000-08:002011-02-10T14:01:20.958-08:00Reverend William Blundell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmbm-5BOAghsRnZC8uooT_0S7QPkT3vq9-7jX11fjpnBwK57Mh-5JeBEX0Par5r99qFLYuQdiL4gD6c3Fh7ll7C85HCj08tPmLhX5H6vPeaKkZgJPwExErUSKTHb9gKiLQZS8kxKOu4Q/s1600/School+for+the+Blind.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmbm-5BOAghsRnZC8uooT_0S7QPkT3vq9-7jX11fjpnBwK57Mh-5JeBEX0Par5r99qFLYuQdiL4gD6c3Fh7ll7C85HCj08tPmLhX5H6vPeaKkZgJPwExErUSKTHb9gKiLQZS8kxKOu4Q/s400/School+for+the+Blind.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572058004928229442" /></a><br />The Reverend William Blundell was the rector of <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-annes-church.html">St. Anne's Church</a> who was living in 1 Clare Street, Liverpool in the early 1800's. De Quincey refers to the Reverend William Blundell on several occasions in the <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">1803 Diary</a>:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thursday night, April 14, 1803</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"High consideration" - Mr Blondell tranposed "from the top to the bottom" to "from the <span style="font-style:italic;">bot</span> to the <span style="font-style:italic;">top</span>pom" last Sunday. - "And inclined our -s to keep this law". Miss - turned in Cathedrali Caspiensi to me at "but there is no man to help vel aliquod simile in the psalms."</span> (NB Chatto & Pickering edition of the <span style="font-style:italic;">1803 Diary</span> replaces Caspiensi for Cestriensi which translates as Chester Cathedral, vel aliquod translates as "or something")<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday, May 1, 1803</span><br /><br />"Went to St Ann's - heard an ass preach"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday, May 8, 1803</span><br /><br />"Charity Sermon at St. Ann's for Infirmary"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday, May 14, 1803<br /></span><br />"On my road to church, am surprised to meet Mr Kelsall; - go with him to St Ann's; hear Blondell"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday, May 22, 1803</span><br /><br />"Go to St Ann's; - am plagued with the old man; - hear a political sermon"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday, May 29, 1803</span><br /><br />"Go to St Ann's; see people running after mad dog; - am again disturbed by old man; hear Blondell preach about the spirit"<br /><br />De Quincey seems to be singularly unimpressed by William Blundell from the diary entries. De Quincey mis-spells both Blundell's surname and the church.<br /><br />It would appear from the above entries that De Quincey attended <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-annes-church.html">St. Anne's Church</a> for the first month of his 1803 stay in Everton. De Quincey may have been familiar with the church from previous visits to Everton as the church was the nearest to where he was staying in Everton and was probably used by the people who he knew in Everton. After his May 29th visit he appears to have started attending St George's Church in the centre of Liverpool which I will feature in a later post.<br /><br />There is little information about William Blundell in the 1927 edition of the <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">1803 Diary</a></span> edited by Horace A. Eaton or in the Chatto and Pickering edition of the <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">1803 Diary</a></span>.<br /><br />I have managed to find a few snippets including that he was paid £144 per annum according to <span style="font-style:italic;">Tait's Edinburgh Magazine</span> Vol 2 1835:<br /><br />Here is his obituary in the <span style="font-style:italic;">Gentleman's Magazine </span>1843 Volume 174 Page 196:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UkYUYwdaCYm9CVduWUSywKD-FWLeUBXdzNG468HXnAAgeOPCu6fG7yPJ098lakiahksIi1lMC6OJtjBBG4xwLQtdhsKkmLaemVuBcwllAJCC-NwBt_7YSfXThXRV1qLGnc6d88ks4o8/s1600/Blundell+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UkYUYwdaCYm9CVduWUSywKD-FWLeUBXdzNG468HXnAAgeOPCu6fG7yPJ098lakiahksIi1lMC6OJtjBBG4xwLQtdhsKkmLaemVuBcwllAJCC-NwBt_7YSfXThXRV1qLGnc6d88ks4o8/s400/Blundell+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572025772544949570" /></a><br /><br />I wondered whether he was related to the famous Liverpool family of the Blundells - here is what I found in <span style="font-style:italic;">Historic Society of Lancashire and Cheshire Proceedings and papers</span>, Volumes 3-4 1850-51:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0n1GUiojtL7V6CBBEFKZ7J_4ghJ-6Zf8i4hupln7Dr9iGiMmHdBF5zcgZazjY4O_2m9kDJYtSIHU7idQcz1sMtGSGA2rmm06ht8tUnb85HGL6ZAOwzuIjoT4-vx8nuwhd3q0A3hjWluM/s1600/Blundell+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0n1GUiojtL7V6CBBEFKZ7J_4ghJ-6Zf8i4hupln7Dr9iGiMmHdBF5zcgZazjY4O_2m9kDJYtSIHU7idQcz1sMtGSGA2rmm06ht8tUnb85HGL6ZAOwzuIjoT4-vx8nuwhd3q0A3hjWluM/s400/Blundell+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572027125259726018" /></a><br /><br />Reverend Blundell was also the chaplain for the Asylum of the Blind in Liverpool as mentioned in the extract from <span style="font-style:italic;">Historic Society of Lancashire and Cheshire Transactions Vol 3</span> 1850-51 Page 154:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCL5pxm9Ptmup3zQnsDupp49kGpN338kRttiJ719DW_DHQ8WJpWLkZagnzARMDTLFl8V0uUgGfrFz7gF_Q8qqMVbuBwG2aYcvyabmW3s5JjJNlxixHLsTXoD1q5kJ0uQPhP5Nfi-1lv8/s1600/Blundell+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCL5pxm9Ptmup3zQnsDupp49kGpN338kRttiJ719DW_DHQ8WJpWLkZagnzARMDTLFl8V0uUgGfrFz7gF_Q8qqMVbuBwG2aYcvyabmW3s5JjJNlxixHLsTXoD1q5kJ0uQPhP5Nfi-1lv8/s400/Blundell+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572028193399889986" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRuEWefh86AuHeYXn4qbQnIPcjpywsSKSE7rcPJOHjoTbjHMsip6tKaRyQbIg3FzEXMf4DhZqTQzmKAapt5xMUXMigG9Y9MOfpXxgLzBoVAyByjmop_4Gz9vcaoyc9rRXStLR3q8HKrNo/s1600/Blundell+4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRuEWefh86AuHeYXn4qbQnIPcjpywsSKSE7rcPJOHjoTbjHMsip6tKaRyQbIg3FzEXMf4DhZqTQzmKAapt5xMUXMigG9Y9MOfpXxgLzBoVAyByjmop_4Gz9vcaoyc9rRXStLR3q8HKrNo/s400/Blundell+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572028320955517346" /></a><br /><br />He also contributed to the British and Foreign Bible Society mentioned in their 1813 documents:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXrr53OoD0xecKNq2h3giwsPb9eWlVq9uGzzBU1RQnctod3CMLt-onxac6scpXKHHXnc1M086MRETy9bCNIuyAFnDytaDF0FTyFuokgVOqXlRNHXu9ePMQy4ipXZbp-LXAqmy61HMjUc/s1600/Blundell+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXrr53OoD0xecKNq2h3giwsPb9eWlVq9uGzzBU1RQnctod3CMLt-onxac6scpXKHHXnc1M086MRETy9bCNIuyAFnDytaDF0FTyFuokgVOqXlRNHXu9ePMQy4ipXZbp-LXAqmy61HMjUc/s400/Blundell+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572029013558136914" /></a><br /><br />In 1804, he contributed to the School for the Blind:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXnxAxdr_E165px9GFxblD1pxTSAmZomv-F5A1QslYGOp5O0R7d35hINb_5dusioWYnNoMxdz2NNee24zXjPNEzEVcpvNh5Dg99vJEfysBeEc3dUjHFF-xlH65MRbTMmrM_867xTcnRA/s1600/Blundell+6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXnxAxdr_E165px9GFxblD1pxTSAmZomv-F5A1QslYGOp5O0R7d35hINb_5dusioWYnNoMxdz2NNee24zXjPNEzEVcpvNh5Dg99vJEfysBeEc3dUjHFF-xlH65MRbTMmrM_867xTcnRA/s400/Blundell+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572029347471382354" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMFDhwMcRnG0f9G4uA3sgvH7Ab5DnUteO_hKIt5HmQgDQIqZwtJ-D_6aAHFPTQ4n5DuhQxYeBoZ4DUHzaGU-xq79hUMTN0otQIY4Vf8GA-30hwuO5dUyxkMz019f57sOdN7opLDXU2m4/s1600/Blundell+7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMFDhwMcRnG0f9G4uA3sgvH7Ab5DnUteO_hKIt5HmQgDQIqZwtJ-D_6aAHFPTQ4n5DuhQxYeBoZ4DUHzaGU-xq79hUMTN0otQIY4Vf8GA-30hwuO5dUyxkMz019f57sOdN7opLDXU2m4/s400/Blundell+7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572029475453658786" /></a><br /><br />It is interesting to note that the Harper family contributed to the fund. The Harpers may have worshiped at <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/02/st-annes-church.html">St. Anne's</a> and were an influential family in Liverpool in the early 1800's.<br /><br />Below is the inscription for the Asylum for the Blind:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSUq5CSFY9B2N4PRxlUuHbdL0NSAk2SJ-yh8tle2hiMzdHb07ahFyfo6Mogjo7tu7sfoDoE7s0xFF9ZJ3iISdMptfDZWjl3J1oiX7cVVzLAMIP8QIjWH5d4JK92N6xaVCeTrFnaArkHM/s1600/Blundell+8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSUq5CSFY9B2N4PRxlUuHbdL0NSAk2SJ-yh8tle2hiMzdHb07ahFyfo6Mogjo7tu7sfoDoE7s0xFF9ZJ3iISdMptfDZWjl3J1oiX7cVVzLAMIP8QIjWH5d4JK92N6xaVCeTrFnaArkHM/s400/Blundell+8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572030286608523490" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-32769982922861762082011-02-06T02:08:00.000-08:002011-02-06T15:00:15.204-08:00St Anne's Church, Liverpool<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKMiFSPnEfJVZ_BSWU4aqX2zncCKO_g60tAu94ZrumxPiX74Bq_0bHLhwkUPfkdmDtNsnI2cJ7QVmLvyVPm5by8NHgHuDOU_YH0c9DoIQSyldUVwfz63dkzr9r6OFy6B4-EbWYbtO1nM/s1600/15.+St+Anne%2527s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKMiFSPnEfJVZ_BSWU4aqX2zncCKO_g60tAu94ZrumxPiX74Bq_0bHLhwkUPfkdmDtNsnI2cJ7QVmLvyVPm5by8NHgHuDOU_YH0c9DoIQSyldUVwfz63dkzr9r6OFy6B4-EbWYbtO1nM/s400/15.+St+Anne%2527s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570516838959564050" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Went to St. Ann's;— heard an ass preach;— went to the woodlands after return to Everton and thence to the resounding shore, "To worship God amongst His handy-works."</span><br /><br />St Anne's Church (note De Quincey mis-spells the name)was about half a mile from where he was <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">staying in Everton in 1803</a>. He would have walked out of the village down what is now Everton Brow then called Causeway Lane or <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">Loggerheads Lane after the tavern </a>at the bottom of the lane and into Richmond Row which joined St Anne's Street as can be seen on the 1848-64 map below. <br /><br />The Reverend William Blundell was the minister who he called an "ass". I will return to the minister in a later post.<br /><br />Here are several descriptions of the church.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"St Ann's Church stands at the North end of St Anne's Street. It was built by two private gentlemen about the year 1770. It was a small neat structure of brick and stone, chiefly of the Gothic sty;e. At the North end is a plain brick tower, on each angle there is a pinnacle... The inside is well pewed in two aisles; the galleries are supported on each by slender cast-iron columns. The altar ornaments are neat, and the window is of glass richly executed. The church is remarkable for being in a north and south direction"</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">The Stranger in Liverpool </span>1812<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">St. Anne's Richmond was opened for divine service on 25th October 1772. The building had been started earlier and had been completed under the terms of 'An Act for completing a building intended for a new Church or Chapel at Richmond near Everton...' 1772. The church was built at the expense of Thomas and Richard Dobb, cabinetmakers, of Williamson Square and a Henry North, fruit merchant, Dale Street. The church was built on land belonging to them. They had noted that there was a need for a church 'in some convenient part near to Everton due to the increasing population'. The church stood in what later became known as St. Anne Street. According to an article in 'Topographical News cuttings: St. Anne's Church, St. Anne Street' [Liverpool Record Office] for many years 'the original St. Anne's held the most aristocratic congregation in the town and the pews at one time were sold for sixty and seventy guineas to some of the most noted families of the period'. There were no free pews in the church, the pew rents and money given for burial plots in the churchyard having largely made up the incumbent's income.<br /><br />In time the 'character of the locality deteriorated'. The rich moved away, the poor owned no pews and by the middle of the 19th century the church had fallen into neglect and disuse.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnDyGDF5tOLcKdkkCwpu7dtfbLY7sSiRxqpHQVmVyyvi995t7RoIuU8e05jHGKmwh2tvtx-3Dxtn2gYM11OdsqL2-hOpAuRxJStt5qY6LLJ9bRyfzluNlB4H9lx13p48rcluFWgnlKaA/s1600/StAnnRichmond+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnDyGDF5tOLcKdkkCwpu7dtfbLY7sSiRxqpHQVmVyyvi995t7RoIuU8e05jHGKmwh2tvtx-3Dxtn2gYM11OdsqL2-hOpAuRxJStt5qY6LLJ9bRyfzluNlB4H9lx13p48rcluFWgnlKaA/s400/StAnnRichmond+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570552445582655938" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">In 1865 the Liverpool Construction Act was passed on 26 May 1865. Under the terms of this act, St. Anne's Street was to be extended into Cazneau Street. To facilitate this, the Act provided for the demolition of St. Anne's Church but its terms prevented the Corporation from pulling down St. Anne's before erecting a new church. The Corporation duly built the new church of St. Anne's at the corner of St. Anne Street and Great Richmond Street and the consecration of the new building took place on 16th November 1871. <a href="http://www.genuki.org.uk/big/eng/LAN/Liverpool/StAnneRichmond.shtml">GEN UKI</a></span><br /><br />The location of the original church can be seen on the map below. (Click to enlarge)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa2ARJX9QMCyyZsDMHSjeLTzo8uYMgDTyQB-oCINf0TlBrG-a_aSNyFtUcSDEvqZXBwt3C033zNogZjjqvy-DZkwblrYGzQv2CyzVPPOJfkXZhPynhHE1el6Vhd-NCfdHKqzgesjPlEY/s1600/St+Annes+Church.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa2ARJX9QMCyyZsDMHSjeLTzo8uYMgDTyQB-oCINf0TlBrG-a_aSNyFtUcSDEvqZXBwt3C033zNogZjjqvy-DZkwblrYGzQv2CyzVPPOJfkXZhPynhHE1el6Vhd-NCfdHKqzgesjPlEY/s400/St+Annes+Church.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570551870892939762" /></a><br /><br />Sir James Allanson Picton was critical of the design of the church:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It was originally plain red brick, with stone jambs to the windows and doors, supporting ogee arches, intended, it is presumed, to indicate the Gothic or Pointed style of architecture. At the north end was a plain square brick tower. Internally it was a simple parallelogram, with galleries on three sides, and a recess for the altar at the south end. Any attempt at criticism on such a piece of composition would be superfluous. It is worthy of notice on another account. It was one of the very few public buildings in Liverpool which terminated a vista. In former times, standing as it did at the extremity of a long, straight avenue, on a slightly rising eminence, and shadowed by trees, the perspective was striking when seen from a distance, at which the paltry detail was lost in the general outline. Our English towns are for the most part deficient in effects of this kind. Paris abounds with them. Edinburgh possesses a noble avenue in its George Street, terminated by the Melville Monument at one end, and by St. George's Church at the other. <br /><br />On the principle of gilding refined gold, the dingy brickwork of St. Anne's Church was ultimately covered with a coat of compo, which brought out with better effect its incarnate ugliness.</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">Memorials of Liverpool, Historical and Topographical</span> 1873<br /><br />James Stonehouse says:<br /><br />(St Anne's) .... was the most aristocratic church in town. The pews at one time sold for sixty and seventy guineas each" <span style="font-style:italic;">The Streets of Liverpool</span> 1869<br /><br />We passed the site of both churches on <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">our first De Quincey dérive</a>. Below is a photograph taken on the dérive of the site:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyV9RMMI4Uvy3fzoc1KQHw_SBCo1zqNvAbROnaXHerXKIQT3ttnuESA89jzJnoaGEUA7QS9V3xH-Jv8B4uOMTAFOmeUCkFHf8K0teYCd-J1xh6WVnB-6EXMAlf_qhdo0JxlgZGNJhZaOA/s1600/31+St+Anne+Street+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyV9RMMI4Uvy3fzoc1KQHw_SBCo1zqNvAbROnaXHerXKIQT3ttnuESA89jzJnoaGEUA7QS9V3xH-Jv8B4uOMTAFOmeUCkFHf8K0teYCd-J1xh6WVnB-6EXMAlf_qhdo0JxlgZGNJhZaOA/s400/31+St+Anne+Street+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570551389570022242" /></a><br /><br />The photograph is taken roughly from where the first church stood looking back up St Anne's Street and the second church was on the site of the car wash on left of the photo.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-65949241088090755292011-01-31T13:40:00.001-08:002011-02-02T05:41:18.715-08:00Lascar House, Waterloo Road/Vandries Street Liverpool<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBqj_zHvUXHI9goM8LaYfrBPTe0V9w3CQKnW-g0leJEUxWMY8qqcaGgDPMhDPpbsT_eYqjlmzCHWPSk0IONUe6iMrxRbVPofHr9Xz9OmsQUBP6w7ZsmU7ggmYh37lIKmDFSS94mODAQc/s1600/101+Vandries+Street+6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBqj_zHvUXHI9goM8LaYfrBPTe0V9w3CQKnW-g0leJEUxWMY8qqcaGgDPMhDPpbsT_eYqjlmzCHWPSk0IONUe6iMrxRbVPofHr9Xz9OmsQUBP6w7ZsmU7ggmYh37lIKmDFSS94mODAQc/s400/101+Vandries+Street+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568468729739309890" /></a><br /><a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">Our first De Quincey dérive </a>on Saturday 22nd January took us past the above building which stands on the former <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/north-shore-liverpool-early-1800s.html">North Shore - the "resounding shore" </a>which was the destination of a walk by De Quincey on the Sunday May 1st 1803 and the inspiration for our dérive.<br /><br />The above building on the corner of Vandries Street and Waterloo Road was called "Lascar House" and was the offices until 1971 of the Beldam Asbestos Company. The building has been in a state of dereliction for a number of years and <a href="http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/liverpool-news/local-news/2009/07/21/building-collapses-into-liverpool-s-dock-road-100252-24203622/">partially collapsed in 2009</a>.<br /><br />The Bedlam Asbestos Company may have been using the building for a considerable time as I came across this snippet from the <span style="font-style:italic;">Rubber Journal</span>:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ernest A. Beldam The death occurred recently at his home near Woking of Mr Ernest Beldam, MIMar.E., senior director of Beldam Asbestos Co. Ltd., and Auto-Klean Strainers Ltd. In 1899, Robert Beldam founded the firm now known as Beldam</span><br /><br />In the photograph below you can see the name of Auto-Kleen is visible:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl7BXhLBW9PyOOuGv4ZUgvp_Zus1vSJ3VEaJ0kzcT7TxBtASEG6emjGpnbJ-HyUciRhg0gb-sFGzhwNeUcEpRotEsYz7wJKeSWmKKW6qPmxPlsaDqzFgPR2Pf-xZ8ZjtyewGu3ZAgnh4/s1600/100+Vandries+Street+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl7BXhLBW9PyOOuGv4ZUgvp_Zus1vSJ3VEaJ0kzcT7TxBtASEG6emjGpnbJ-HyUciRhg0gb-sFGzhwNeUcEpRotEsYz7wJKeSWmKKW6qPmxPlsaDqzFgPR2Pf-xZ8ZjtyewGu3ZAgnh4/s400/100+Vandries+Street+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568473646753484370" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The Who's Who of Engineering</span> 1921 has Directors : George Wm. Beldam and Cyril Asplan Beldam. Manufactures. — HP asbestos packings and jointings ; all kinds of packings.<br /><br />Interestingly, in a the <span style="font-style:italic;">Dairy and ice cream industries directory</span> 1954 has this entry:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Beldam Asbestos Co. Ltd., Lascar House, Hounslow, Middlesex. Hounslow 6441<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />That one did worry me - asbestos and ice cream!!<br /><br />In 1970, The Institute of Marine Engineers magazine <span style="font-style:italic;">Transition</span> had an job advert addressed to: PERSONNEL MANAGER BELDAM ASBESTOS CO. LIMITED LASCAR WORKS, HOUNSLOW, MIDDLESEX.<br /><br />Why use the name Lascar House in both locations? Did they move up from Hounslow or was the office on Waterloo Road a subsidary? I thought Lascar may refer to the name for Eastern seamen but I am not too sure as I came across this description in a magazine called <span style="font-style:italic;">Fairplay</span> in 1996: Beldam Lascarite Green Jointing Beldam Lascarite Reinforced Jointing. Therefore Lascar House may have nothing to do with the term for Eastern seamen but something to do with an asbestos product or did the term originate from the company's original premises? However, there is a certain irony using the name of "lascar" as the building is right opposite docks where many Eastern seamen sailed in and out of the port.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yoiOvEBRhrEIu6yRfXhIQNtAvRSVZdC7sIbiavGWLUyjj2u1i0VQN7U16Muq8ZIObTPLdbyIdkW8llvP_y-XOLlcW71EMCa45_1yNZGJvi4ERQak_p1A8PBQhNMEASWn4l-h6lYnzC8/s1600/Three_Lascars_on_the_Viceroy_of_India.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yoiOvEBRhrEIu6yRfXhIQNtAvRSVZdC7sIbiavGWLUyjj2u1i0VQN7U16Muq8ZIObTPLdbyIdkW8llvP_y-XOLlcW71EMCa45_1yNZGJvi4ERQak_p1A8PBQhNMEASWn4l-h6lYnzC8/s400/Three_Lascars_on_the_Viceroy_of_India.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568488138566349618" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">A lascar was a sailor or militiaman from the Indian subcontinent or other countries east of the Cape of Good Hope, employed on European ships from the 16th century until the beginning of the 20th century. The word comes from the Persian Lashkar, meaning military camp or army, and al-askar, the Arabic word for a guard or soldier. </span> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lascar">Wikipedia</a><br /><br />I came across an interesting website dedicated to the "publication and exchange of information about the <a href="http://www.lascars.co.uk/">history of lascars</a>. i.e. the forgotten Asian, African and other 'foreign' seamen serving on British ships" - sadly it was last updated in 2003.<br /><br />I also came across a site with extracts from a book entitled <a href="http://www.lascars.co.uk/war.html">The Merchant Seamen's War</a> <span style="font-style:italic;">Sons Of Empire</span> concerning seamen in the merchant navy during world war II. The extracts demonstrate the inherent racism in the ship owners and authorities to African, Indian and Chinese sailors during WW11:<br /><br />'<span style="font-style:italic;">In September 1942, eighteen West Africans were jailed for one month after refusing to withdraw their demands for higher pay. Nine men, each from two ships, had been originally engaged in Lagos for what they believed to be a regular run between West Africa and the UK. But while in the UK they had found their ships being altered for use in a different trade and argued they should be paid higher wages accordingly. When their demands were rejected the men went on strike. They were found guilty by Liverpool magistrates of disobeying the masters' lawful commands and offered the option of paying a £6 fine each. The press reported the men as appearing to resent the decision of the magistrate and said they could not pay. On being asked by the clerk if they were willing to go to sea without persisting in this demand for higher wages the men replied with an emphatic 'No'. [The presiding magistrate] thereupon said, 'We are sorry to hear you adopt this attitude. . . The fine will be withdrawn and you must all go to prison for one month with hard labour.'</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSARWjYI5gXaMuT0pKWvWW_cGcfWJWFjg2ZwPAAIuCK6Xnu6oG7FT2sB1AMWmU5IKbuNU4IgCsrlxwkGTD-hLmLwk9jXyvyhE4WPqajtlEkR1bkK92Sxeda66fgjclGtRWH-OjtW_Y48Q/s1600/LlandaffCastle-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSARWjYI5gXaMuT0pKWvWW_cGcfWJWFjg2ZwPAAIuCK6Xnu6oG7FT2sB1AMWmU5IKbuNU4IgCsrlxwkGTD-hLmLwk9jXyvyhE4WPqajtlEkR1bkK92Sxeda66fgjclGtRWH-OjtW_Y48Q/s400/LlandaffCastle-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569040132813314802" /></a><br /><br />Here is another extract:<br /><br />'<span style="font-style:italic;">Private reports were more mixed. Major-General Gleadell, a passenger aboard the <span style="font-style:italic;">Llandaff Castle</span> when she was sunk, wrote that he was 'eventually picked out [of the water] by Bil Dames, a big Liverpool negro and a first class man for the occasion' and that Dames had also pulled into the boat a 'Lt. Brigstocke, complete in white naval topee'. J.K. Gorrie, 3rd mate of the <span style="font-style:italic;">Athelking</span>, was on watch when the ship came under fire from the German raider Atlantis. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5Tuh27dyHantRwur3azEs4t6ShyphenhyphenBGh-iHTg7PthdHepIMgnYXl_h0s4V-mBgUw1C5bEoAAkhYVDVmNMrUxQjCpYR9F0QBTRsXq5msROGgVl1oSh3fXS1iOcDTMSunO01LDcIXKPFiYk/s1600/athelking_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5Tuh27dyHantRwur3azEs4t6ShyphenhyphenBGh-iHTg7PthdHepIMgnYXl_h0s4V-mBgUw1C5bEoAAkhYVDVmNMrUxQjCpYR9F0QBTRsXq5msROGgVl1oSh3fXS1iOcDTMSunO01LDcIXKPFiYk/s400/athelking_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569040781355286578" /></a><br /><br />He recalled that he was 'scared stiff' but seems to have been surprised that the West Indian helmsman defied stereotypical expectations by sticking to his post: 'One thing that sticks in my mind is that when he opened fire, we had a big West Indian called Bodin at the wheel and he just stayed there. We had steel flaps to let down over the wheelhouse windows and we dropped those down but this West Indian just stayed at the wheel.'</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRN-WDziHDXglvDU1ZAD1MbPAIDF6Lab68jCx5GrflOog8x3Xne7nwBLXV7DUVyimsA_e1mRyxNDIoZqz2322vu5h0VD00_VftczRklFr429VDTkYtyaf42ax48_HJU9O5Ep_7tEE_eE/s1600/Mulready.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRN-WDziHDXglvDU1ZAD1MbPAIDF6Lab68jCx5GrflOog8x3Xne7nwBLXV7DUVyimsA_e1mRyxNDIoZqz2322vu5h0VD00_VftczRklFr429VDTkYtyaf42ax48_HJU9O5Ep_7tEE_eE/s400/Mulready.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569082777535509458" /></a><br /><br />Returning to De Quincey, the above painting by William Mulready called <span style="font-style:italic;">Train Up A Child</span> featuring Lascars is thought be some commentators to be based on De Quincey's dream of the Malay in his <span style="font-style:italic;">Confessions of An English Opium Eater</span>. See <span style="font-style:italic;">High anxieties: cultural studies in addiction</span> by Janet Farrell Brodie, Marc Redfield 2002.<br /><br />I am currently reading a book entitled <span style="font-style:italic;">Thomas Burke's Dark Chinoiserie Limehouse Nights and the Queer Spell of Chinatown</span> by Anne Veronica Witchard. This books details De Quincey's rabid sinophobia and how his reading is permeated with lurid racism as can be seen below in an extract from his essay 'Murder As One Of The Fine Arts':<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Every third man at least might be set down as a foreigner. Lascars, Chinese, Moors, Negroes, were met at every step. And, apart from the manifold ruffianism shrouded impenetrably under the mixed hats and turbans of men whose past was untraceable to any European eye, it is well known that the the navy (especially, in time of war, the commercial navy) of Christendom is the sure receptacle of all the murderers and ruffians whose crimes have given them a motive for withdrawing themselves for a season from the public eye."</span><br /><br />I will return to De Quincey's racism, sinophobia and <span style="font-style:italic;">Chinoiserie</span> after a dérive I have planned for later this year to be called "De Quincey Goes to <span style="font-style:italic;">Chinatown</span>"<br /><br />The original purpose of "Lascar House" was a pub called "The Anglo-American Hotel" which symbolises both the connection of Liverpool to the USA and perhaps the more friendly welcome the port gave to white cousins?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylYNbqsdaY2TCTRUsFFxd44pVdJQlc4HkRVKGdsCamPOkbXdYdTQr7iDBkP_1N-OfIqTDEgpW38hK_hfHwIh7RjotJj1ss_zxzxjpD1PtMcyLXHz3JslADQ8Ug2FryGROlQirvqF9Io4/s1600/The+Anglo+American+Hotel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylYNbqsdaY2TCTRUsFFxd44pVdJQlc4HkRVKGdsCamPOkbXdYdTQr7iDBkP_1N-OfIqTDEgpW38hK_hfHwIh7RjotJj1ss_zxzxjpD1PtMcyLXHz3JslADQ8Ug2FryGROlQirvqF9Io4/s400/The+Anglo+American+Hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569081648557300194" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-29686734904055409312011-01-31T03:21:00.000-08:002011-02-06T14:07:42.092-08:00Loggerheads Tavern and Causeway-lane<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgGWjz_YWkoe0_HsdAQB87LH68YzUKaV2obbMnDK_aJdSogfPen8i0WrXg46hyJXfZ5qUZDfKAbDDO9Lsp37BKjouim9Cl7ye3DEI6Pt89MV5Z8tYvnQ8mauNBjR3Hdwc8ebPD5ilSxE/s1600/1769+MAPOF+EVERTON+AND+DOCKS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgGWjz_YWkoe0_HsdAQB87LH68YzUKaV2obbMnDK_aJdSogfPen8i0WrXg46hyJXfZ5qUZDfKAbDDO9Lsp37BKjouim9Cl7ye3DEI6Pt89MV5Z8tYvnQ8mauNBjR3Hdwc8ebPD5ilSxE/s400/1769+MAPOF+EVERTON+AND+DOCKS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568329962139935218" /></a><br />Click on above map to enlarge<br /><br />On the <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">first De Quincey dérive</a>, we discussed whether De Quincey would have been walking over open field to the <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/north-shore-liverpool-early-1800s.html">North Shore</a> on his trips to the river from Everton where he was staying in 1803. I discovered the above map which shows that he could have walked down a lane from Everton which corresponds to today's Everton Brow called Causeway Lane. Herdman's painting below shows such a lane out of the village:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLq5spz53EwB51YrQ7b3obNwAeQiFK3AIS4OQUOCGtKcFyys_iNud-a2pzY6OIeyk808x3xR6tGLRA_8IejtfCn7Q-iWlky6T4NsGmhF2B5HC17WONUmmRW7zL97sYFYU6ewa1MpmJeU/s1600/Everton+1800.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLq5spz53EwB51YrQ7b3obNwAeQiFK3AIS4OQUOCGtKcFyys_iNud-a2pzY6OIeyk808x3xR6tGLRA_8IejtfCn7Q-iWlky6T4NsGmhF2B5HC17WONUmmRW7zL97sYFYU6ewa1MpmJeU/s400/Everton+1800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568331201852827618" /></a><br /><br />The photograph below of Everton Brown taken on the dérive is a present day view looking towards where Herdman painted the above picture of Everton Village:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFIOS7o8NTY0vQ1Rp4e_NS81pzUS7ZuF1A6AjpE0P9DJ0C97jVEHWu3_SmIc1GUsVKFb9e1PqW0616kPybcuTats2YccXrWGxKFzhOSVm2nKJOvOL_aapFjYkq0QlML0UiV7DTgglYi0A/s1600/4+Everton+Brow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFIOS7o8NTY0vQ1Rp4e_NS81pzUS7ZuF1A6AjpE0P9DJ0C97jVEHWu3_SmIc1GUsVKFb9e1PqW0616kPybcuTats2YccXrWGxKFzhOSVm2nKJOvOL_aapFjYkq0QlML0UiV7DTgglYi0A/s400/4+Everton+Brow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568332141131406546" /></a><br /><br />If you look at the above map you will notice a building called Loggerheads which would have been located below the present-day Everton Brow on Richmond Row which still exists. Below is Richmond Row which I will return in more detail in a later post:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTCG-57rH0wBfbQQyqdoPxrWPiOnOChWyf7MsROd8ZmnJJDW7bHxdLN_PKMSxTPwmoScnLH5cjAiPpqas4uBqeq7mVgaXskT63lZZM8w21cHpNtzzbeQsR6xP5JZv5cfCB4i4Wh6JBbc/s1600/18+Richmond+Row+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTCG-57rH0wBfbQQyqdoPxrWPiOnOChWyf7MsROd8ZmnJJDW7bHxdLN_PKMSxTPwmoScnLH5cjAiPpqas4uBqeq7mVgaXskT63lZZM8w21cHpNtzzbeQsR6xP5JZv5cfCB4i4Wh6JBbc/s400/18+Richmond+Row+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568336248948054722" /></a><br /><br />The tavern no longer exists but would have been a feature which De Quincey would have seen on any walk from Everton down to the <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/north-shore-liverpool-early-1800s.html">North Shore</a>. Here is a description of the Loggerheads Tavern from Richard Brooke's <span style="font-style:italic;">Liverpool as it was During the Last Quarter of the Eighteenth Century</span> 1853:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9RVK407sjTdSkaecdwpgauk4s4fBx2uw0lFSwPgRgTlIkqsDPgb9oGzMBMDui-olMtbASQFgzSpjYx_k8mgdiaH4dNEcNALgkxcKd9tVbw7aBAO2AS2v_NKhQbzyw22jz1hvtQfhDXg/s1600/Loggerheads.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9RVK407sjTdSkaecdwpgauk4s4fBx2uw0lFSwPgRgTlIkqsDPgb9oGzMBMDui-olMtbASQFgzSpjYx_k8mgdiaH4dNEcNALgkxcKd9tVbw7aBAO2AS2v_NKhQbzyw22jz1hvtQfhDXg/s400/Loggerheads.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568334150946178898" /></a><br /><br />The Loggerheads Tavern is also mentioned in a book called <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/21324/21324-h/21324-h.htm">Recollections of Liverpool</a></span> by a Nonagenarian. The author refers to the Liverpool born poet Felicia Hemans being friendly with the author's friends The Nicholsons who ran the tavern. Felicia as a young Ms Browne was encouraged to write by Mr Nicholson. Mr Nicholson eventually turned the tavern into a private residence but by the 1830's it had reverted back to the "Loggerheads Tavern Revived". <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcFe9wjfvfXpYjZDv-5jTcU61QBX7eDp9TJ2ozaNx-KbkvPBqxWW_O7obH2lqgwMI58JpMnf11uox3vaVpHzr5tUHpXxxy4ux2Or-adrLmVqKveU4XLJiz-T1vVxc6jFHzf9NrAu9Ua8/s1600/3.+Liverpool%252C+from+Everton%252C+1774.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcFe9wjfvfXpYjZDv-5jTcU61QBX7eDp9TJ2ozaNx-KbkvPBqxWW_O7obH2lqgwMI58JpMnf11uox3vaVpHzr5tUHpXxxy4ux2Or-adrLmVqKveU4XLJiz-T1vVxc6jFHzf9NrAu9Ua8/s400/3.+Liverpool%252C+from+Everton%252C+1774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568461075305316082" /></a><br /><br />The above is detail from a painting by W.G. Herdman of Liverpool from Everton 1774. Kay Parrott in her excellent book <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pictorial-Liverpool-Herdman-Kay-Parrott/dp/1904438326">Pictorial Liverpool: The Art of W.G. & William Herdman</a></span> states that the dome in the wood in painting is possibly a summer house in the garden of the Loggerheads Tavern.<br /><br />This is what Robert Syers says about Causeway-lane and the Loggerhead Tavern:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The road called Everton-brow has, from time immemorial, been the main passage from Liverpool to Everton; its first known name was Causeway-lane, afterwards it long went by the name of Loggerhead-lane, and for the last forty years it has been styled Everton-brow, until recently, the lower or west end has been honoured with the more dignified title of the Crescent. This road was formerly narrow, and in poor plight. It may serve to give an insight into its former state, and also to shew some other points connected with the neighbourhood of that thoroughfare, to use the words of an elderly gentleman, who well remembered the circumstances of which he treats; "The communication (from Everton) with Liverpool was through a deep sandy lane, the cops or hedges on each side not being many yards asunder, nor was there any parapet or foot path to accommodate pedestrians : just within the limits of Liverpool, at a long low house, where the late Mr. Nicholson long resided, was a small ale-house, near to a dyer's pond the latter surrounded with willows. This public-house was called the Loggerheads, and was of much celebrity in former days, which it first obtained from the civility of the landlady, and the choice and nourishing qualities of the viands and beverage she dispensed; the sign was two heads, the motto, ' We three logger- heads be.' " The informant somewhat cynically goes on to say, " Whether or not the sign was intended as a perpetual monitor to the nobles of Everton, history has left us in the dark." The same house has recently been again licensed, and is now open to the public under the name of "The Loggerheads Revived." </span> <span style="font-style:italic;">The History of Everton</span> 1830.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1k_HwXGbIt4sPHHCIvveyEjkNk6fJfW4fQoKK52QyxYyY7gbzrmi0xPw_UGA5hfIG05PctDMRnBQmADbpburleV-ZsHUJWQLFBI2Y6DTlpufJ6-UYctXXT5EpNOQpxD4N_NJoXs-5vMQ/s1600/Loggerheads+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1k_HwXGbIt4sPHHCIvveyEjkNk6fJfW4fQoKK52QyxYyY7gbzrmi0xPw_UGA5hfIG05PctDMRnBQmADbpburleV-ZsHUJWQLFBI2Y6DTlpufJ6-UYctXXT5EpNOQpxD4N_NJoXs-5vMQ/s400/Loggerheads+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568360929959324770" /></a><br /><br />The name Loggerheads used to be common name for taverns and is alluded to in Shakespeare's <span style="font-style:italic;">Twelfth Night</span> Act Two Scene 3. The tavern sign would have shown two wooden heads with the inscription; "We three loggerheads" as can be seen in the above sign at the present-day pub in Loggerheads in North Wales. According to the <span style="font-style:italic;">Dictionary of Pub Signs</span>; "The visitor was supposed to fall into the trap of asking where the third one was, immediately falling into the trap of becoming one himself. A variation was to say that the third man was inside having a drink. Picture of two asses were sometimes used instead of the thick log like heads." See also <span style="font-style:italic;">The Pub in Literature: England's altered state</span> By Steven Earnshaw page 57 for mention of loggerheads in Shakespeare's Henry 1V.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2FwOW6OC0lLIK8W7CuRsw3S2SOv-iXLjPVHprC3rKYaV8LfY7uzbApTgKkVX5wUdaqV8ckoCm-YaG_cj1JlPFA6v905GHdiSGrkFt2qXD3osU_LiUE4vzjR-R_L3OqmYxwSPoCkyono/s1600/Loggerheads+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2FwOW6OC0lLIK8W7CuRsw3S2SOv-iXLjPVHprC3rKYaV8LfY7uzbApTgKkVX5wUdaqV8ckoCm-YaG_cj1JlPFA6v905GHdiSGrkFt2qXD3osU_LiUE4vzjR-R_L3OqmYxwSPoCkyono/s400/Loggerheads+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568363255289942578" /></a><br /><br />I came across an interesting article on<a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=eUMVAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA239&dq=loggerhead+tavern&hl=en&ei=3cpGTeSXM5SxhQf10rHRAQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CCkQ6AEwATgo#v=onepage&q&f"> Richard Wilson</a> in the <span style="font-style:italic;">Somerset House Gazette and Literary Museum</span> dated 24th July 1824 which discusses the above Loggerheads sign from the North Wales pub which he painted.<br /><br />Another take on the meaning of the sign can be found in Reuben Percy, Thomas Byerly, John Timbs <span style="font-style:italic;">The Mirror of literature, amusement, and instruction<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>: Volume 28 - Page 194 1836; "The sign of the Three Loggerheads, is two wooden heads, with this inscription : — " Here we three loggerheads be ;" the reader being the third."<br /><br />Below is an extract from Shakespeare's <span style="font-style:italic;">Twelfth Night</span> edited by Horace Henry Furness which has a detailed note on the meaning of loggerheads: Click on image to enlarge:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictxHdsGlkhXu-MMu3AfCsQrovjgwYLY3yB55rSr1AG4MfgLoNzZ0P-T0qid0Wni6zV3NbDi4uEN0F_x7gY1ZxF7kqbc1_E0xk1qDkkaz-GUkl2CsO5zw7ONAoYSTn4MDXUV_pRrgBxgw/s1600/Loggerheads+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictxHdsGlkhXu-MMu3AfCsQrovjgwYLY3yB55rSr1AG4MfgLoNzZ0P-T0qid0Wni6zV3NbDi4uEN0F_x7gY1ZxF7kqbc1_E0xk1qDkkaz-GUkl2CsO5zw7ONAoYSTn4MDXUV_pRrgBxgw/s400/Loggerheads+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568367135688852818" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-66757628960933079962011-01-31T01:39:00.000-08:002011-02-05T07:44:37.238-08:00Hoaxing Mania Liverpool Chronicle Nov 4th 1807<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_ho2dZBQFkF8Jol9ctS-x87daQ7X0R0iwvwAtWPkccu9M0zAACYp7q1gH0aqG3sgtHm5SOyxkZwqFtSpEhWPkhtGyE6qd_sh-sTfQYGzDjsmE5TN2iS-6_DQoTOCxkZOMRhOZ9rzw3I/s1600/Chisenhale+6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_ho2dZBQFkF8Jol9ctS-x87daQ7X0R0iwvwAtWPkccu9M0zAACYp7q1gH0aqG3sgtHm5SOyxkZwqFtSpEhWPkhtGyE6qd_sh-sTfQYGzDjsmE5TN2iS-6_DQoTOCxkZOMRhOZ9rzw3I/s400/Chisenhale+6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568282390838011858" /></a><br />I came across an amusing item contained in the above publication while researching <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/chisenhale-street-bridge.html">Chisenhale Street bridge</a>. You can read the item below:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnJbz4jic1zxnfE4Fxp6WjsQ8PnSicP_pP7SWg8Ay4P1uadxDN24Rd3J99H6hIbOpQJ_weY2cUQReSSr5Ve-7ffFS2TUvMxLK0RyGdtmVmKCBknuLFp0NpUoSylgqCRMRxZAT1DwkB6U/s1600/Chisenhale+Street+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnJbz4jic1zxnfE4Fxp6WjsQ8PnSicP_pP7SWg8Ay4P1uadxDN24Rd3J99H6hIbOpQJ_weY2cUQReSSr5Ve-7ffFS2TUvMxLK0RyGdtmVmKCBknuLFp0NpUoSylgqCRMRxZAT1DwkB6U/s400/Chisenhale+Street+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568282719708724130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjse9sgFgAfTuq_lDYTyfsGtEFQiygJC4E3XawB4TIf40LXEEjsTUCUyKdr8hlTqoBl9KrSThKDhO_IAPbjPixKKVEeUiolElTeCWo8qpy9yE1VRa-uqEqItVVcAJruh3nrEBABDZ49kFs/s1600/Chisenhale+Street+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjse9sgFgAfTuq_lDYTyfsGtEFQiygJC4E3XawB4TIf40LXEEjsTUCUyKdr8hlTqoBl9KrSThKDhO_IAPbjPixKKVEeUiolElTeCWo8qpy9yE1VRa-uqEqItVVcAJruh3nrEBABDZ49kFs/s400/Chisenhale+Street+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568282858172784978" /></a><br /><br />The attractions:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Angelica Catalani</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98vkHf6LOy9NjCAksS8D9cLOU-sQ1XyrzvvCyHCAq7yESQwYWmTU_WHYRXtu9ggRUsExcYn1nC7EVtHxmsktDBTep_xWGOkhF3PeTAPm1_n7uHz0RFpOiUP8HskRs9uYCUErZJ_1lvLc/s1600/Maxim_Gauci01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98vkHf6LOy9NjCAksS8D9cLOU-sQ1XyrzvvCyHCAq7yESQwYWmTU_WHYRXtu9ggRUsExcYn1nC7EVtHxmsktDBTep_xWGOkhF3PeTAPm1_n7uHz0RFpOiUP8HskRs9uYCUErZJ_1lvLc/s400/Maxim_Gauci01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570221043671193298" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Angelica Catalani (1780 – 12 June 1849) was an Italian opera singer, the daughter of a tradesman.<br /><br />At Sinigaglia, she was educated at the convent of Santa Lucia at Gubbio, where her soprano voice soon became famous.<br /><br />In 1795 she made her debut on the stage at Venice. For nearly thirty years she sang at all the great houses, receiving very large fees; her first appearance in London being at the Kings Theatre in 1806. She remained in England, a prima donna without a serious rival, for seven years. Then she was given the management of the Opera in Paris, but this resulted in financial failure, due to the incapacity and extravagance of her husband, Captain Valabrégue, whom she married in 1806.<br /><br />In 1827, she visited Sweden, during which she heard Elisabeth Olin and Brita Catharina Lidbeck sing; during her stay, she was inducted as a member of the Royal Swedish Academy of Arts.<br /><br />Her continental tours continued to be enormously successful, until she retired in 1828. She settled in Florence in 1830, where she founded a free singing school for girls; and her charity and kindness were unbounded. She died of cholera in Paris.<br />Catalani's greatest gift was her voice, a soprano of nearly three octaves in range. Its unsurpassed power and flexibility made her one of the greatest bravura singers of all times. She also worked as a singing teacher. Her pupils included Laure Cinti-Damoreau and Fanny Corri-Paltoni</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Stephen Polito's Hippopotamus</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sCJ0F05Yrc3Ywig16KHZODK7NgBrguUuA4EgafLLV6khGoVZYEQwrR5SKnzvTZzYtvWo3UwY7ZeUOwtazlx1EoiiRsdykzl3T8I3j5tuHGfPN_5_Dco7LZ5lj-25pYp9hiyL6uAuYc4/s1600/Polito.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sCJ0F05Yrc3Ywig16KHZODK7NgBrguUuA4EgafLLV6khGoVZYEQwrR5SKnzvTZzYtvWo3UwY7ZeUOwtazlx1EoiiRsdykzl3T8I3j5tuHGfPN_5_Dco7LZ5lj-25pYp9hiyL6uAuYc4/s400/Polito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570223345988468834" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exeter_Exchange">The Royal Menagerie at the Exeter Change, The Strand</a> London was run by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephani_Polito">Stephen Polito</a>, an Italian ex-patriot from 1810 to 1814, when he died prematurely, at the age of fifty. Visitors could see the animals being fed, and, if they were lucky, hold a live lion cub.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoZR0dW6kPKuq_8x71e4o_DXVmIe4MrsVkIcOMuq0Z_n4dOU9Z6mhJMtTN65iqLwhEOYiGo-0ZB2jQgYJyQyk20N2TV5ftSI2CumG-n9ImcKKz72PeRr3t6z1z70PAK6xIJGPiwTy9r8/s1600/61uZmVrCkVL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoZR0dW6kPKuq_8x71e4o_DXVmIe4MrsVkIcOMuq0Z_n4dOU9Z6mhJMtTN65iqLwhEOYiGo-0ZB2jQgYJyQyk20N2TV5ftSI2CumG-n9ImcKKz72PeRr3t6z1z70PAK6xIJGPiwTy9r8/s400/61uZmVrCkVL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570222161934642002" /></a><br /><br />The most famous of the residents was Chunee the elephant. After a visit, Lord Byron wrote in his diary that Chunee 'took and gave me my money again—took off my hat—opened a door—trunked a whip—and behaved so well, that I wish he was my butler.'<br /><br />Sadly <a href="http://www.tokensociety.org.uk/articles/tokens/pidcocks.shtml">Chunee was killed in 1826</a>, when he went into an elephant rage or 'musth' (a Hindi word for madness) and crushed one of his keepers. <a href="http://www.bishopsgate.org.uk/content.asp?CategoryID=1158">Bishopsgate</a><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3nP82Geqc9Udj6Qz_XOxIZ6QX-0e93DEdTXwd_f13kSWDpmBppcxFYJ6arhSZQrw9icGmFtcEr1NBtmjZxp655Q09A52TSGxEsDUeyrALEg1ejmHv9zzBfV9vBowv6hf732v8ri7PydU/s1600/Chuny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3nP82Geqc9Udj6Qz_XOxIZ6QX-0e93DEdTXwd_f13kSWDpmBppcxFYJ6arhSZQrw9icGmFtcEr1NBtmjZxp655Q09A52TSGxEsDUeyrALEg1ejmHv9zzBfV9vBowv6hf732v8ri7PydU/s400/Chuny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570224036482777634" /></a><br /><br />Stephen Polito also operated a travelling circus with the animals spending the winter months at the menagerie.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lord Stanhope</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTMnWHw_6_oko1S23JNvxED9HTlxfJNZpjaJ7brQxCCr3l95l9TtZ7ETw0rVvnQq-A4-vdZi5_f83UB0G__PDw3WaHQDKCbfYFYr6tyFm-msE2gQWtT-47WrE7gyotyP02-WO7H-KCtA/s1600/497px-Charles_Stanhope%252C_3rd_Earl_Stanhope_by_John_Opie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTMnWHw_6_oko1S23JNvxED9HTlxfJNZpjaJ7brQxCCr3l95l9TtZ7ETw0rVvnQq-A4-vdZi5_f83UB0G__PDw3WaHQDKCbfYFYr6tyFm-msE2gQWtT-47WrE7gyotyP02-WO7H-KCtA/s400/497px-Charles_Stanhope%252C_3rd_Earl_Stanhope_by_John_Opie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570228711606801938" /></a><br /><br />Charles Stanhope, 3rd Earl Stanhope aka Charles Mahon, 3rd Earl Stanhope FRS (3 August 1753 – 15 December 1816) was a British statesman and scientist. He was the father of the great traveller and Arabist Lady Hester Stanhope and brother-in-law of William Pitt the Younger. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Stanhope,_3rd_Earl_Stanhope">Read more on Wikipedia</a><br /><br />I cannot find any information as to what the "new plan" referred to.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Taylor_Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a>, a friend of De Quincey's, actually wrote a poem about Lord Stanhope - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Lord_Stanhope">"To Lord Stanhope"</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">98 Gun Warship</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYYbBp4itBuKxw6ZwAucSsVaHZ_rModrhJ7CdJUBFdxLBRewRzwEvYMAEsOtMaX_4Zu1OP3v42x348v3x10TEhQumRPSMz0rGABgYzSEBxMrbT80LXvKT4m0m2gqWqFAkwjCEmtzwT7g/s1600/Neptune_Trafalgar-Sartorius.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYYbBp4itBuKxw6ZwAucSsVaHZ_rModrhJ7CdJUBFdxLBRewRzwEvYMAEsOtMaX_4Zu1OP3v42x348v3x10TEhQumRPSMz0rGABgYzSEBxMrbT80LXvKT4m0m2gqWqFAkwjCEmtzwT7g/s400/Neptune_Trafalgar-Sartorius.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570231402744695106" /></a><br /><br />One possibility is the 98 gun warship <span style="font-style:italic;">Neptune.</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">HMS Neptune</span> was a 98-gun second rate ship of the line of the Royal Navy. She served on a number of stations during the French Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars and was present at the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805. The painting above depicts <span style="font-style:italic;">Neptune</span> engaged at Trafalgar, 1805, by John Francis Sartorius. <span style="font-style:italic;">HMS Neptune</span>, seen in bow profile, exchanges broadsides with the Spanish Santísima Trinidad.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-44786793488725546662011-01-31T01:18:00.000-08:002011-01-31T02:44:58.313-08:00Chisenhale Street Bridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjI1yjvzmuOguUFHpblUNU92OLlMYmCgXBZ7NYES-7cJxgDa9sIA2HJSlmqEEu9P2ZkDkAGjWdJcGAspwPPoJsR1YdXIz1uT-w1UYju1e4MqHFwb8zmccGPtCUo6T7ZuPR1ee6nCq6X8/s1600/800px-Liverpool_Chisenhale_St_1814.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjI1yjvzmuOguUFHpblUNU92OLlMYmCgXBZ7NYES-7cJxgDa9sIA2HJSlmqEEu9P2ZkDkAGjWdJcGAspwPPoJsR1YdXIz1uT-w1UYju1e4MqHFwb8zmccGPtCUo6T7ZuPR1ee6nCq6X8/s400/800px-Liverpool_Chisenhale_St_1814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568278431929613490" /></a><br />One of the principal aims of <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">our first De Quincey dérive</a> was to cross the site of the Leeds and Liverpool Canal using the former Chisenhale Street bridge. De Quincey would have had to use this route to cross the barrier to his walks from Everton to the<a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/north-shore-liverpool-early-1800s.html"> North Shore</a> in 1803. The route over the canal, as can be seen from the <a href="http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Liverpool's+'greatest'+artist;+The+bicentenary+of+one+of+Liverpool...-a0140137230">Herdman</a> view above was still rural even in 1814, a pleasant almost rural lane in 1803 before the onset of industrialisation which consumed this area in the 19th and 20th Centuries.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLZ0h9lcIWw7xpLEvsdLjtjVsAl5NtT7feBLRhm3pXRpKe8CwAwn6MrKYrhyB0AMpwczjsZdCfcKCYM443vwHpsDWjxfA85USTgyNo66qXEgr8km7TZk3ECR_UPIQ0K2xWe811DsOhgQ/s1600/chisstlivarch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLZ0h9lcIWw7xpLEvsdLjtjVsAl5NtT7feBLRhm3pXRpKe8CwAwn6MrKYrhyB0AMpwczjsZdCfcKCYM443vwHpsDWjxfA85USTgyNo66qXEgr8km7TZk3ECR_UPIQ0K2xWe811DsOhgQ/s400/chisstlivarch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568287248189138722" /></a><br /><br />Originally the Leeds and Liverpool Canal stretched to the outskirts of Liverpool near to present day Old Hall Street as can be seen on the map below (Click on map to enlarge):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUQ0gBzFiAhUBoLMeMwarxPWtJsFyHSL1MCJsw4BGbyolbzDIGceW5ESiBh5F3lqnOL02TJWDkJnRPMfhZy55AW-Tnv6kPjNIPLXZbNP0kGAOkdHIHQ7kCjcr0JueNjVwnqRZ96KQupI/s1600/Liverpool+Map+1836+detail.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUQ0gBzFiAhUBoLMeMwarxPWtJsFyHSL1MCJsw4BGbyolbzDIGceW5ESiBh5F3lqnOL02TJWDkJnRPMfhZy55AW-Tnv6kPjNIPLXZbNP0kGAOkdHIHQ7kCjcr0JueNjVwnqRZ96KQupI/s400/Liverpool+Map+1836+detail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568298184137744898" /></a><br /><br />By the the 1960's the canal had been truncated at Pall Mall. In the 1960s the Pall Mall terminus basin was filled in up to Chisenhale Street Bridge (Bridge A). In the 1980s the <a href="http://www.eldonians.org.uk/ces_general.nsf/wpg/welcome_page!opendocument">Eldonian Village</a> housing estate was built for the community which was disrupted by the building of the Mersey Tunnel and the demolition of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tate_%26_Lyle">Tate and Lyle</a> sugar refinery. This meant the canal was filled in between Chisenhale Street Bridge (Bridge A) and just north of Burlington Street Bridge (Bridge B). Below is a photo from our dérive showing what the crossing looks like now. The existing bridge is a later one to the original stone one used by De Quincey:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCrY1Oudt3rDM6nNzax1sRHt0ZV3_oWQ7ILPkjplNKAmQMUddSjJggHbcoWJGKEnDivbjoIaTEqK6ECNLQc7aNlb0enFo-oFgMlffB6eTO4V_wFroOwvDtHHyEuTteV4LPW6qW45J2GE/s1600/93+Chisenhale+Street+4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCrY1Oudt3rDM6nNzax1sRHt0ZV3_oWQ7ILPkjplNKAmQMUddSjJggHbcoWJGKEnDivbjoIaTEqK6ECNLQc7aNlb0enFo-oFgMlffB6eTO4V_wFroOwvDtHHyEuTteV4LPW6qW45J2GE/s400/93+Chisenhale+Street+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568289564634011682" /></a><br /><br />The street is currently a quiet one at the edge of the <a href="http://www.eldonians.org.uk/ces_general.nsf/wpg/welcome_page!opendocument">Eldonian Village</a> in a hinterland between the 21st Century inner city and the outskirts. Below is a photo of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tate_%26_Lyle">Tate & Lyle</a>'s site developed from 1857 onwards, which once occupied the area north of Chisenhale Street bridge. Chisenhale Street can be seen in the bottom right-hand corner (click on photo to enlarge): <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tseWeKH6tbRTeRBDGVH6ZLOPucVQvIYQD_7FZAD9iq6RabTt189WFINW2eiJsSafZIfH2eMoxh_YXPzxXVEBUTzVE9sI2Sv5TQ5ZQtg9BfCnwdZbq3ZVInIdvGhNE5qqzOHQHkopao0/s1600/Tate+Chisenhale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tseWeKH6tbRTeRBDGVH6ZLOPucVQvIYQD_7FZAD9iq6RabTt189WFINW2eiJsSafZIfH2eMoxh_YXPzxXVEBUTzVE9sI2Sv5TQ5ZQtg9BfCnwdZbq3ZVInIdvGhNE5qqzOHQHkopao0/s400/Tate+Chisenhale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568295828211117554" /></a><br /><br />We intend to pursue further dérives in the area and I will return with more on the surrounding area of Vauxhall.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-50339997275496417682011-01-28T06:13:00.000-08:002011-01-28T06:27:46.861-08:00Everton in the late 20th Century<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg800af2_L5tEXWp13OmAUAVJe6ZWAspQMya1FEwVG9eW2Ii2VfQeAJoJrlJhW5OZRo-sVLJ0C5YD7TMNeClhpPzm0xicO-Wc5yM9W82YSMiPOFYX2EMvYCSYxW0N_aaJPfgx91TT3P74/s1600/Fairy+Street.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg800af2_L5tEXWp13OmAUAVJe6ZWAspQMya1FEwVG9eW2Ii2VfQeAJoJrlJhW5OZRo-sVLJ0C5YD7TMNeClhpPzm0xicO-Wc5yM9W82YSMiPOFYX2EMvYCSYxW0N_aaJPfgx91TT3P74/s400/Fairy+Street.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567241992421302002" /></a><br /><br />Below is You Tube video of an evocative set of photos of Everton in the late 20th Century. I spent quite a bit of time working in this area during the 70s and 80s. The photos of all the tower blocks brought the memories flooding back!<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b0zJ_MjoY3Y" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen></iframe><br /><br />We covered several of the locations on <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">our first De Quincey dérive.</a> Again, like the <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/liverpool-morning-in-streets-1959.html">Liverpool Morning In The Streets</a></span> documentary posted before this one, you can see the destruction of the arcadia created by the Liverpool merchant classes in Everton by industrialisation.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-63866944042451050542011-01-28T03:58:00.000-08:002011-01-28T05:24:13.329-08:00Everton Lock Up or "Prince Rupert's Tower"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYxtiohDEajV1NQPuQLBLwRI_VsfT_I49wrLA9k_P21XPNR4urp9WwFA82uae_DUzS1FUdg4uH8zt5K1hvWGr5RmGe5oPpjaQmBBlrrX8JbHo0-GcV98XdNic-BCzpgzbIrtXvcc_wes/s1600/3+The+Keep+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYxtiohDEajV1NQPuQLBLwRI_VsfT_I49wrLA9k_P21XPNR4urp9WwFA82uae_DUzS1FUdg4uH8zt5K1hvWGr5RmGe5oPpjaQmBBlrrX8JbHo0-GcV98XdNic-BCzpgzbIrtXvcc_wes/s400/3+The+Keep+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567210013469092370" /></a><br /><a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">Our first De Quincey inspired dérive</a> took us past the only feature in Everton which De Quincey would have been familiar to him in his various stays in the village between 1801 and 1808.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Prince Rupert's Tower"</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Prince Rupert's Tower", or The Roundhouse, is an old Bridewell or lock-up that is still located on Everton Brow, in Netherfield Road, Everton, Liverpool. It is used on the crest of Everton F.C.. The tower takes it name from Prince Rupert of the Rhine who stayed in the village a century earlier.<br /><br />It was built in 1787, and was used to incarcerate wrong-doers until they could be hauled before the magistrate the following morning.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64choWzWPn5msYM-tVcyqbypwNvM2YKwpTkCrtl0Hzp3R_3yHHiw3Cs7DNT1JjdTpbBHUcKkNYSbVJha0qmCU44C91S2cPUd_cpLTlOcxNT0QPp7v54iRhc443L0xum9kTRVYR7eVzNE/s1600/Everton+1800.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64choWzWPn5msYM-tVcyqbypwNvM2YKwpTkCrtl0Hzp3R_3yHHiw3Cs7DNT1JjdTpbBHUcKkNYSbVJha0qmCU44C91S2cPUd_cpLTlOcxNT0QPp7v54iRhc443L0xum9kTRVYR7eVzNE/s400/Everton+1800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567209355566838130" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">An early print of Everton Brow by Liverpool artist Herdman in 1800 shows the small round house with a conical roof in the middle of the penfold (cattle enclosure) which had been constructed to incarcerate drunks and deviants for the night.<br /><br />Also going by the nicknames "Stewbum's Palace" or the "Stone Jug" in its day, there is a display about the lock-up in the Liverpool Museum. <br /><br />Here is what it looked like in 1927<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLKre2gqjznDN40ltb-St5SKIHI7TA8uRkE7JTYyEq-WheG1QjZuZrmXcU3afqu1xf-4F6RCTchsiuRUTtpKldkFL8T3s5zvP4DQA6jdeDFzoZwqsA-HJ4WojQ14GLX8nz2JX9CySjZY/s1600/Everton+1927.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLKre2gqjznDN40ltb-St5SKIHI7TA8uRkE7JTYyEq-WheG1QjZuZrmXcU3afqu1xf-4F6RCTchsiuRUTtpKldkFL8T3s5zvP4DQA6jdeDFzoZwqsA-HJ4WojQ14GLX8nz2JX9CySjZY/s400/Everton+1927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567214628661003570" /></a><br /><br />Used primarily these days by council workmen to store their tools, the tower itself has fallen into disrepair recently but in May 1997, then-chairman Peter Johnson announced a plan to spend £15,000 on renovating what is one of Everton FC's most enduring symbols. In 2003, a plaque was added to the site stating its importance to Everton Football Club</span> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Rupert's_Tower">Wikipedia</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lock ups in England and Wales</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Village lock-ups are historic buildings that were used for the temporary detention of people in rural parts of England and Wales. They were often used for the confinement of drunks who were usually released the next day or to hold people being brought before the local magistrate. A typical village lock-up is a small structure with a single door and a narrow slit window or opening. Most lock-ups feature a dome or spire shaped roof and are commonly built from brick, large stones or timber. The village lock-up can either be round or polygonal in plan and minor variations in design, materials and appearance do occur although they were all built to perform the same function. Village lock-ups have acquired a range of local nicknames including blind-house, bone-house, bridewell, cage, jug, kitty, lobby, guard-house, round-house, tower and watch-house.</span> Wikipedia<br /><br />Here are extracts from Robert Syers's book <span style="font-style:italic;">The History of Everton</span>1830:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSF9I4LKNIAdDiIlNFxTM9Z2Y9YvArn4Q8-bw3hqBzJFg8WSbk6de78Y6OtHhLVUUaSuA3vYbJ2pdgbv8ISMWKGDCAkp0Q-PD4gSMFykoi5r-5ypKE8eyMyiDZZAx7-k9GxUgaoCeJLw/s1600/Syers+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSF9I4LKNIAdDiIlNFxTM9Z2Y9YvArn4Q8-bw3hqBzJFg8WSbk6de78Y6OtHhLVUUaSuA3vYbJ2pdgbv8ISMWKGDCAkp0Q-PD4gSMFykoi5r-5ypKE8eyMyiDZZAx7-k9GxUgaoCeJLw/s400/Syers+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567214011807166482" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9u_IRJCmJSSV0Wz9qIqlYjeZDzs5EtRaCbLBatZGfshMRaU-7F22Xt6W2cYoVaPPt-V5x2l2MxTsHD4JuELeBMTV2dYdJ0papLVgTeyFpE29DQXSibdmGo89Cmvv2q3hnNQMyNtUvA8o/s1600/Syers+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9u_IRJCmJSSV0Wz9qIqlYjeZDzs5EtRaCbLBatZGfshMRaU-7F22Xt6W2cYoVaPPt-V5x2l2MxTsHD4JuELeBMTV2dYdJ0papLVgTeyFpE29DQXSibdmGo89Cmvv2q3hnNQMyNtUvA8o/s400/Syers+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567214206901580674" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6F0N7jrtTZaqctAK63euESsO9L0BnwYsV4uDW5filjYBn0J8f8FriKbvv1cdcNU9sDC5xEOK0kopCfAl6ny75SE4GRll-18nZSAHJQkwVS2OBQSxHte4Oq2EuaT5kcudYKcjtjMIa72w/s1600/Syers+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6F0N7jrtTZaqctAK63euESsO9L0BnwYsV4uDW5filjYBn0J8f8FriKbvv1cdcNU9sDC5xEOK0kopCfAl6ny75SE4GRll-18nZSAHJQkwVS2OBQSxHte4Oq2EuaT5kcudYKcjtjMIa72w/s400/Syers+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567214338514368002" /></a><br /><br />One thing that struck me whilst reading the 1803 Diary was that De Quincey and his friends where wandering around Liverpool and Everton late at night. This freedom of movement seems to go against our 21st Century perception that it might have been highly dangerous to walk around at night in the early 1800s's and begs the question whether they were protected by servants or were they armed?<br /><br />I did come across the mention of crime in Syer's book:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplxyGnJqf6hyDQT7AOqoXqyJu3d1bfkgsn8qWtJ1uG959_7ZdRn6ZkHyGwYGm6sVibdm_bR6PvJHGnt3iLYgV9r35-58UrayebHvsocueRjECd8J7aoaJb3Tb7dTXKhbTkPLaycZpIuk/s1600/Syers+4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplxyGnJqf6hyDQT7AOqoXqyJu3d1bfkgsn8qWtJ1uG959_7ZdRn6ZkHyGwYGm6sVibdm_bR6PvJHGnt3iLYgV9r35-58UrayebHvsocueRjECd8J7aoaJb3Tb7dTXKhbTkPLaycZpIuk/s400/Syers+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567226637467110546" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurl1DOLWIq3-PKjJZYmVOE95kpfP5nX_bZ08iRqmbypJ8SezfBitnqeAQ1-ToiY2Il4n8lTX06A0-RP4p2NDA-iWn2qpVNuFMNfWPaVGg6kzsf6NyWhEO1BmLSXZRxmmBSBBr_01l0iQ/s1600/Syers+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurl1DOLWIq3-PKjJZYmVOE95kpfP5nX_bZ08iRqmbypJ8SezfBitnqeAQ1-ToiY2Il4n8lTX06A0-RP4p2NDA-iWn2qpVNuFMNfWPaVGg6kzsf6NyWhEO1BmLSXZRxmmBSBBr_01l0iQ/s400/Syers+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567226828677471410" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-9383446577970894342011-01-28T03:33:00.000-08:002011-02-05T04:06:20.486-08:00North Shore Liverpool Early 1800's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zfTU4QZUuBiN2sZmbRsahrl3SB9_QGKIlN57yEB1HPSz-M4x4Wq3zgd3WCv4BMjTKL-nMr5wsEKJTYPElhBnkqsq2jX35VvHCpuAq8K8H2I24xnSw_MBPTVuUGte3y1bahM7r7pTrsg/s1600/North+Shore+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zfTU4QZUuBiN2sZmbRsahrl3SB9_QGKIlN57yEB1HPSz-M4x4Wq3zgd3WCv4BMjTKL-nMr5wsEKJTYPElhBnkqsq2jX35VvHCpuAq8K8H2I24xnSw_MBPTVuUGte3y1bahM7r7pTrsg/s400/North+Shore+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567198717742883234" /></a><br />The aim of our <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">first dérive</a> based on <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">De Quincey's 1803 Diary </a>was to walk in his footsteps to reach the North Shore - "the resounding shore".<br /><br />Below is an extract from Ramsey Muir's <span style="font-style:italic;">Bygone Liverpool</span> 1913 describing the above plate of the North Shore from the book: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixN6K10QBPbj_JeUVrpuVArnyzzqmzcxKWVPKoG7OBqAhK_rPYr_ZKK4AynLxjjEspel_ww98ms34gE4g14zdYDmji-HLXpAk3hx4Jh0xByC4QRFNxm0QF2-buvMOqPG-UCr0Yh-42370/s1600/North+Shore+5+Bygone+Liverppol.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixN6K10QBPbj_JeUVrpuVArnyzzqmzcxKWVPKoG7OBqAhK_rPYr_ZKK4AynLxjjEspel_ww98ms34gE4g14zdYDmji-HLXpAk3hx4Jh0xByC4QRFNxm0QF2-buvMOqPG-UCr0Yh-42370/s400/North+Shore+5+Bygone+Liverppol.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567200068270548530" /></a><br /><br />Here are 2 extracts from James Allanson Picton's MEMORIALS OF LIVERPOOL: Including a History of the Dock Estate 1873 describing the North Shore in more detail:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwatDpms5gH-h52kb85V9fAEfx2LJkOpJhFQsmwQKtQGNWyivHU5J0J7aEOCWlZphwcQu8kiY99k_xq9OufkB85QnOp8HMPuZht9JUhkEs4emdp4mXbYqcwb09pg8pQyPQI_3H3Qbm4Q/s1600/North+Shore+Picton+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwatDpms5gH-h52kb85V9fAEfx2LJkOpJhFQsmwQKtQGNWyivHU5J0J7aEOCWlZphwcQu8kiY99k_xq9OufkB85QnOp8HMPuZht9JUhkEs4emdp4mXbYqcwb09pg8pQyPQI_3H3Qbm4Q/s400/North+Shore+Picton+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567201644449754146" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5neU-axoLOTY60rm9WzwExpzmtyHPom9FXJEWJMX6OOD87PfVw4xLx8IXrmfRM2z2WrX28uiT0fkbM1sR2ECMfwrqBr-sy0wySgExdmXur8cNUhgLpibrSUILF9YCO4r1d1bnjViREI/s1600/North+Shore+Picton+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5neU-axoLOTY60rm9WzwExpzmtyHPom9FXJEWJMX6OOD87PfVw4xLx8IXrmfRM2z2WrX28uiT0fkbM1sR2ECMfwrqBr-sy0wySgExdmXur8cNUhgLpibrSUILF9YCO4r1d1bnjViREI/s400/North+Shore+Picton+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567201770380000658" /></a><br /><br />Below is a detailed section of the North Shore from the wonderfully named "Liverpool. Published under the superintendence of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge". Reduced & engraved by T. Starling. Printed by T. Starling. Published by Baldwin & Cradock, 47 Paternoster Row, Septr. 1836. (London: Chapman & Hall, 1844. The map shows the rapid development of the area described by Picton which occurred in the immediate years after De Quincey's visits to Everton between 1801 and 1808. (Click on map to enlarge)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadm2Wk55vR1QH8ThjHXoWLCY8cVqYYTKSe3yPLv-rnwHzZe3mtzVv_M6vUcTzEilEby3NvywwplboFtQS4hSki1HBajKUesPTfxHq5xgOVR-N5Zau8tjEP9YbIh7XQBjs9ITyatfQRqM/s1600/Liverpool+Map+1836+detail.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadm2Wk55vR1QH8ThjHXoWLCY8cVqYYTKSe3yPLv-rnwHzZe3mtzVv_M6vUcTzEilEby3NvywwplboFtQS4hSki1HBajKUesPTfxHq5xgOVR-N5Zau8tjEP9YbIh7XQBjs9ITyatfQRqM/s400/Liverpool+Map+1836+detail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567202998667889682" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-73053872646421538402011-01-28T01:54:00.000-08:002013-08-05T12:09:17.618-07:00Thomas De Quincey Dérive Number 1: “To the resounding shore!”<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4A-tzSRnmklG__TL_HkXYkaE4u3l6-paCeaZc0Hi_waYuyeBUvgNV-vC5Bd1hkvjI9-9EEa8yg-gsonAeQ0H3arTCRMCu7fiZrQ6_Ntgv69gTnXLHn5uH3c7ki-MClkJBf9DjFNqMphc/s1600/1+Village+Street+Everton.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567183406491057250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4A-tzSRnmklG__TL_HkXYkaE4u3l6-paCeaZc0Hi_waYuyeBUvgNV-vC5Bd1hkvjI9-9EEa8yg-gsonAeQ0H3arTCRMCu7fiZrQ6_Ntgv69gTnXLHn5uH3c7ki-MClkJBf9DjFNqMphc/s400/1+Village+Street+Everton.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday, May 1, 1803.<br /><br />“-went to the woodlands after return to Everton and thence to the resounding shore”. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday 22nd January 2011</span><br />
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De Quincey’s entry of visiting the “resounding shore” was the inspiration to a group of “drifters” to embark on a similar walk to follow in his footsteps. A cold, murky and dank day did not deter us from taking a walk to the “resounding shore”<br />
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The question arose amongst the “drifters”: which route would De Quincey have taken from Everton to the shore on the banks of the River Mersey?” His route from Everton Terrace to the <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/north-shore-liverpool-early-1800s.html">North Shore, Liverpool</a> could have been achieved in an almost straight line back in 1803 across fields down to the river as Liverpool had no reached much further than Richmond Row ( See map below - click to enlarge).<br />
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The only major obstacle on his potential route was the Leeds to Liverpool Canal, which could only be crossed at the bridge at Chisenhale Street. If he continued in a straight line then he would have reached the shore by Vandries House on the North Shore. <br />
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Our derive took a few hours following this route:<br />
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Village Street – Brow Side – Across Netherfield Road South – Everton Brow – Richmond Row - St Anne Street - Cazneau Street - Juvenal Street - Across Scotland Road - Wellington Street - Over Kingsway via walkway - Limekiln Lane - Bevington Street - Eldon Grove - track back down Ennerdale Street - Burroughs Gardens - Limekiln Lane - Bond Street - Tichfield Street Summer Seat - Eldon Street - Across Vauxhall Road - <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/chisenhale-street-bridge.html">Chisenhale Street</a> - Little Howard Street - Across Great Howard Street - Vandries Street - <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/lascar-house.html">Waterloo Road</a> - Bath Street - Brook Street - Old Hall Street.<br />
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We reached the former <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/north-shore-liverpool-early-1800s.html">North Shore</a> at Vandries Street making our way along the former docks to Old Hall Street were we stopped outside the former Leeds and Liverpool Canal Offices - the only edifice beside the Lock Up in Everton which De Quincey would have recognised on our route.<br />
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See <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/north-shore-liverpool-early-1800s.html">North Shore Liverpool Early 1800's</a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-58007813952432102052011-01-25T15:14:00.000-08:002011-02-05T04:01:16.656-08:00Guy Debord On De Quincey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIE4Gaqb7tKLOnHOtrf8Ln6b5k2D8SPYMVs7YTygyrghcd7DxmeR8GcVrkp3c78zSZqAHy4cyz3afJNjrBcy6l7LJRAxJllo9FqqHJorOPFUW3nslZYW6LIP-Uu6ZQGV1wHt2OpoqtTs/s1600/venice2-1000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIE4Gaqb7tKLOnHOtrf8Ln6b5k2D8SPYMVs7YTygyrghcd7DxmeR8GcVrkp3c78zSZqAHy4cyz3afJNjrBcy6l7LJRAxJllo9FqqHJorOPFUW3nslZYW6LIP-Uu6ZQGV1wHt2OpoqtTs/s400/venice2-1000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566268579604871506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIrnIvu_dAPAtZWmd3KpPq3F_KjN70eElkXHbRQ9OjsM0xUpm0_GZMdODw0KZps-uKRNv-vb_Pbm-VDTM9XMHyuoRHsAYevPDpwWjMK1VMaaSIZNrTgHeE3p7xvfKtRJS3d0ahHDdHlw/s1600/venice1-1000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIrnIvu_dAPAtZWmd3KpPq3F_KjN70eElkXHbRQ9OjsM0xUpm0_GZMdODw0KZps-uKRNv-vb_Pbm-VDTM9XMHyuoRHsAYevPDpwWjMK1VMaaSIZNrTgHeE3p7xvfKtRJS3d0ahHDdHlw/s400/venice1-1000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566268576204931074" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ralph Rumney – Psychogeographic map of Venice, 1957</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The hopeless condition of very large numbers of people -- experienced at the same time that the power of human society over nature had increased immensely -- appeared from then on in the culture of the innovators as an even-more acute contradiction between the affirmation of superior passionate possibilities and the reign of a certain kind of nihilism. In Thomas de Quincey, these tendencies were tempered by the recourse to classical humanism, which the artists and poets of the century that followed would subject to an even more radical demolition. Nevertheless, we must recognize in Thomas de Quincey -- that is, when he wandered in London, always vaguely in search of Ann and looking at "several thousand female faces in the hope of seeing hers," that is, between 1804 and 1812 -- an undeniable precursor to psychogeographical derives: "On Saturday evenings, I have had the custom, after taking my opium, of wandering quite far, without worrying about the route or the distance (...) ambitiously searching for my Northwest Passage, so as to avoid doubling anew all the capes and promontories that I had encountered in my first trip, I suddenly enter a labyrinth of alleys, some of them terrae incognitae, and I doubt that they are marked on the modern maps of London."</span> Guy Debord 'Psychogeographical Venice' September 1957 <a href="http://www.notbored.org/psychogeographical-venice.html">Read full article here</a><br /><br />Last Saturday, the above was partly responsible in inspiring <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2011/01/thomas-de-quincey-derive-number-1-to.html">a dérive searching for the spirit of De Quincey in Everton</a>!Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-82213270449009995032010-11-19T06:09:00.001-08:002013-08-05T13:32:53.381-07:00Everton in 1800's<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqHjLtbDLmWDX6rEVJtw7ZFrwoNln0XDK_S_P8d7y1fdbVViQaAQ19BAccQ0LCMZIN3TQOt6mKh3NapaEmHJQmur4jVNKfavD19CHqNNDHH8N9sJ-sjpaHBC-i-HZJFkEURB22bIrqCI/s1600/8.+View+of+Everton+from+Great+Mersey+Street+Kirkdale.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541970020254230562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqHjLtbDLmWDX6rEVJtw7ZFrwoNln0XDK_S_P8d7y1fdbVViQaAQ19BAccQ0LCMZIN3TQOt6mKh3NapaEmHJQmur4jVNKfavD19CHqNNDHH8N9sJ-sjpaHBC-i-HZJFkEURB22bIrqCI/s400/8.+View+of+Everton+from+Great+Mersey+Street+Kirkdale.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 176px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
The above is a print of <a href="http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Liverpool's+'greatest'+artist;+The+bicentenary+of+one+of+Liverpool...-a0140137230">W. G. Herdman</a>'s view of Everton from Great Mersey Street in 1833, which gives an indication of the attraction of Everton for middle and upper classes in the early part of the 19th Century as a holiday destination. This attractiveness was the reason for <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-first-visit-to-liverpool.html">De Quincey's family to holiday there in 1801</a>.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Everton in the first years of the 19th century was reached by a road which was "pleasant and rural" and was a "... favourite resort of opulance... [with] an assemblage of elegant villas, many of which... connect with architectural taste, the beauty of situation and the decorations of rural scenery ...</span> The Stranger in Liverpool, 2nd ed., 1810, pp. 185, 186.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Everton offers a very charming display of the river and sea, with the town below, which would afford a subject for the pencil of an artist... that could scarcely be exceeded in beauty, variety and extension ...</span> <br />
William Moss Liverpool Guide 1801, p. 80,<br />
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Perhaps a more detailed description of Everton provided by Robert Syers's in his <span style="font-style: italic;">History of Everton</span> (1830) demonstrates the attraction of the place:<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">There are few places in England, or indeed in any other country, so highly favoured, by situation, as Everton; in picturesque, beautiful, and interesting scenery, it has scarcely a rival in Britain. On its western side, it rises with gentle acclivity, until its crest, or the summit of its brow, acquires a commanding eminence, which overlooks the modern Tyre. <br /><br />From the western parts of Everton-hill may be plainly seen the fertile lands of Cheshire, the mountains of Wales, the river Mersey, and the expanding Irish Sea, where numberless vessels are continually moving, ingressing and egressing to and from Albion's Western Emporium : and, in favourable weather, the spectator on Everton-hill may behold the Isle of Man, and the bold promontories of the north coast of Wales. From the northern part of Everton may be seen, in the north-west, the estuary of the Mersey, the channels by which the haven of Liverpool is approached and left, and, at times, the dangerous sand-banks that extend from the estuary of the Mersey for many leagues sea-ward, the dread of pilots and poor mariners : more northwardly, also is seen, from Everton' s northern parts, the extensive and deeply-indented bay of Bootle, the marshes of Bank Hall, the wanen of Crosby, several jutting promontories on the sea-board, and the church and hamlet of Walton-on-the-hill ; whilst the distant hills of Cumberland, Westmoreland, and Yorkshire fringe the horizon, and bound the spectator's view on the north and north-east.<br /> <br />The western parts of Everton are rapidly assimilating and connecting themselves with Liverpool; numberless dwellings are here annually erected; nay, so magical is now the builder's power, that, it might be said, many dwellings are constructed in this quarter weekly, generally but small domiciles, and chiefly intended for the occupation of the humble: but the slope of the brow, and the platform-crest, are studded over with beautiful villas and elegant mansions, where the wealthy children of the commerce of Liverpool, and the retired gentry, with their families, reside. In fine, such is Everton at this day; a delectable spot indeed, and almost entitled to the denomination of Modern Arcadia.</span><br />
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In later posts, I will explore the environs of Everton in more detail mapping out De Quincey's walks around the area based on his <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quinceys-1803-administrative-history.html">1803 Diary</a>.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-4541219082176928752010-11-19T06:01:00.000-08:002010-11-21T04:18:44.225-08:00De Quincey's First Visit to Liverpool 1801<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdSNqLkYf-zTQHM1h6XDY9MFPvlb08nDkQmGrFwmn-Y4kaD4D1xxvl8JIlZoUHOwRJ74hBPhSNxKndCBMWkpYXkaRLD9Xq53rJbIc0ptof00Gr99fnzMfwdlsxRZ26iWzBlSibfj8AD4/s1600/Mrs+Elizabeth+Penson+Quincey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdSNqLkYf-zTQHM1h6XDY9MFPvlb08nDkQmGrFwmn-Y4kaD4D1xxvl8JIlZoUHOwRJ74hBPhSNxKndCBMWkpYXkaRLD9Xq53rJbIc0ptof00Gr99fnzMfwdlsxRZ26iWzBlSibfj8AD4/s400/Mrs+Elizabeth+Penson+Quincey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541693831614628898" /></a><br />The first visit made by De Quincey to Liverpool was in 1801. At the time, De Quincey was studying at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manchester_Grammar_School">Manchester Grammar School</a> residing at the home of the school's headmaster Charles Lawson at Long Millgate in Manchester. (See Robert Morrison The <span style="font-style:italic;">English Opium Eater </span>Chapter 3 for more details)<br /><br />The reason for his first visit to Liverpool was to participate in a family holiday in Everton which included amongst others his sisters Mary and Jane plus brothers William and Richard (Pink).<br /><br />Before he departed for the holiday, he received the letter below from his mother Elizabeth Penson Quincey which gives us an insight into how he was to travel to Liverpool and what to expect on arrival:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Liverpool, May 20, 1801.<br /><br />My dear Thomas,— I am much afraid of any mistakes being made in your getting to me, therefore send you laid down in black and white your steering chart; and this being the language of the place we are in, I beg you will think it very appropriate.<br /><br />You will leave Manchester on Saturday morning in the canal-boat, first of all informing yourselves whether there is a boat sailing upon a Saturday morning, of which I have great doubts; almost a certainty, indeed, that Saturday morning is the only one in the week it does not go. You will be landed about a mile from Warrington London Bridge, where you will meet coaches, into one of which you will get and go to Warrington to dinner; and you must secure your places in the Long Coach to Liverpool, which (with all the Manchester coaches) comes to the Angel Inn, Dale Street. Should my suspicion about the boat be right, you must come directly from Manchester in the Long Coach in the morning of Saturday; — lose no time as soon as you can on Thursday to know all this, and let your place be arranged. <br /><br />Whichever way you come, I beg your principal care may be given to Henry, who is so blind he cannot see a horse till it is close to his elbow, and so frightened when he does see it, that he loses the power of moving. In the variety of plans it is possible William may not happen to meet you; I shall, however, endeavour to send him to the right place and hour ; if you miss him, get a porter to call you a coach and drive to Everton, to Mrs. Best's cottage ; it is on the middle road, opposite Mr. Clarke's the banker. I must repeat, do not let Henry go from you a moment, and let Pink mind the luggage. Keep Henry from leaning against the coach-door or over the edge of the boat. <br /><br />You need bring no books, for Mr. Clarke, our neighbour, will lend you any Greek or Latin author. Of Italian, French, and English books he seems to have store also; and in the town there is really a noble library, to which Mr. Cragg will introduce you. It is a new institution, comprising a great collection. The room is a fine one, and occupies the upper floor of a handsome building. The lower floor is a public news-room. I am persuaded you will like this place, and our sweet cottage, which has a delightful view of the water; the bathing is not so near as might be wished, but within the compass of a walk. <br /><br />Mary has had a letter from Lady Carbery with a bad account of her health ; she is going to London for advice. Mrs. Brotherton is alive, and for the<br />present somewhat better. <br /><br />Last night, as we were returning from Liverpool about nine o'clock, a gentleman on the road, who was observing the heavens through a glass, invited us to look at the planet Saturn, which we saw with his belt very finely. You know this planet is very seldom seen, sometimes not for many years, but at this time it is visible, and, it is said, Mars also. You may see Saturn to the left of the moon with the naked eye, I suppose, to-morrow night; but whether at the same hour in the same position I don't know ; I should think farther to the left. You cannot see the belt of Saturn without a glass. <br /><br />I am reading Dr. Currie's ' Life of Burns,' not without a sharply jealous eye to the Doctor's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacobitism">Jacobinism</a>. "Alas, my dear Thomas, for the fate of that brave man, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Abercromby">General Abercrombie</a>! <br /> <br />Mary's love. Jane has gone to see the bathing-house with William. — Yours ever most affectionately, <br /><br />E. DE QUINCEY.<br /><br />P.S.—I see nine sail of ships where I sit, and have never before counted so small a number. You must expect to see us in an Irish cabin, or very little better; when you approach the cottage, you may reach the chimneys with your hat. I have had three applications for <a href="http://austenonly.com/2010/03/09/jane-austen-in-bath-green-park-buildings/">Green Park Buildings</a>, We have a piano lent us; books as many as we want; and all the vegetables we use are given by Mr. Clarke, and have half our furniture from Mr. Cragg's house. I now find there are coaches to other houses besides the Angel, so the hazard of meeting you is greatly increased.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlUvhRHuoS4ftGf_8giBOcG5pVL-_cFUeamH4w4OpQWTiBSksRGlp8VHB8c9DLJahr_jtzWpvF-HB-3Cu06y5Quucelp63a1sZX6HQz0YV-1pGd_4awXIwJe3DZx3bk2g9yPQS3ICeR8/s1600/Long+Millgate1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlUvhRHuoS4ftGf_8giBOcG5pVL-_cFUeamH4w4OpQWTiBSksRGlp8VHB8c9DLJahr_jtzWpvF-HB-3Cu06y5Quucelp63a1sZX6HQz0YV-1pGd_4awXIwJe3DZx3bk2g9yPQS3ICeR8/s400/Long+Millgate1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541957912435041170" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Notes</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Manchester to Warrington</span><br /><br />What can be gleaned from his mother's letter is that he would have to make his way from Long Millgate ( Seen above in late 19th Century) in Northern Manchester to the start of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgewater_Canal">Bridgewater Canal</a> south of the city as can be seen on the 1801 map below (click on image to enlarge):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvvYVosP6vBPIuXc5WCi0J0u9UJVeZZ8qWYuWe8-HhfLQWOHWosU2jzcgr6ZJVxjYHwdcQE4Km4bcFbeVEAYz5HQ_U1bPEZshYHDD9bXEwATnMCa_4rUoFGR_lAFYIYPi3QQ71UVraqQ/s1600/Map_of_Manchester_1801.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvvYVosP6vBPIuXc5WCi0J0u9UJVeZZ8qWYuWe8-HhfLQWOHWosU2jzcgr6ZJVxjYHwdcQE4Km4bcFbeVEAYz5HQ_U1bPEZshYHDD9bXEwATnMCa_4rUoFGR_lAFYIYPi3QQ71UVraqQ/s400/Map_of_Manchester_1801.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541688774210233362" /></a><br /><br />De Quincey would have travelled by barge/boat to Stockton Quay as seen below. The wharf which overhung the canal and the sizable warehouse were an important location for the transhipment of goods to and from the canal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQn3_C1hdzA9vY2pYozUIoQy7hrha5ijTN90Xj3Kiz0GxV1hRzV1GLAIMyBI55rCoyvN0K-_MwjGYjBgAHlgE_yl3FPxLgioif5zEdHH_CEYT_c9BbSxoYYIEHzrPkVzgIy5NsgYxwKyA/s1600/Thorn.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQn3_C1hdzA9vY2pYozUIoQy7hrha5ijTN90Xj3Kiz0GxV1hRzV1GLAIMyBI55rCoyvN0K-_MwjGYjBgAHlgE_yl3FPxLgioif5zEdHH_CEYT_c9BbSxoYYIEHzrPkVzgIy5NsgYxwKyA/s400/Thorn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541959261842567666" /></a><br /><br />The London Bridge pub was also part of Stockton Quay and served as a passenger transfer location for the Duke of Bridgewater packet boats. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2542rikpC77RpKEYyYfMbcfweTYcYqSyjGQacyTbPZSyJlpz6MogqkGHDkxTUhdUhyVQcIeOSmnGHsGP6KKSzxZpHLs_PmxxXYQiwMZvzziVAdBpWVZtXYXWOl1E7umjh5gw7pNnIMaQ/s1600/London+Bridge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2542rikpC77RpKEYyYfMbcfweTYcYqSyjGQacyTbPZSyJlpz6MogqkGHDkxTUhdUhyVQcIeOSmnGHsGP6KKSzxZpHLs_PmxxXYQiwMZvzziVAdBpWVZtXYXWOl1E7umjh5gw7pNnIMaQ/s400/London+Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541959933093078434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWCLHzJJN8Q6Wg_NaMAnupLYdPZ1TAw_wJySgsaH4ARFNZNEooqkR3afKS6UqZtbJxsGtZrTwZ6XVNYtnL8OKDKN5aSjQZ8nc88GCugrFeKcMKyBTzp_RkuoNSVWL79Htd_Ya0OhdLiQ/s1600/warrington1772small.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWCLHzJJN8Q6Wg_NaMAnupLYdPZ1TAw_wJySgsaH4ARFNZNEooqkR3afKS6UqZtbJxsGtZrTwZ6XVNYtnL8OKDKN5aSjQZ8nc88GCugrFeKcMKyBTzp_RkuoNSVWL79Htd_Ya0OhdLiQ/s400/warrington1772small.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541960617461211010" /></a><br /><br />From the London Bridge pub, he would have travelled to Warrington to catch the coach onto Liverpool. The main coach house in Warrington in the late 18th and early 19th Century was the Red Lion.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzHQ8BnZdAo20GhATl8stZsNFJ2NA15BCQuW1JvFLlonnhV5b_CCod8CjE53WaqAwwKdEH-cB93Y9nb900k5t3NyphmTkmTmxsHuA76zlCgEzRRiPMtS2tObStTlIKhRM9gKY8uo0V2M/s1600/BSW+910S+red+lion_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzHQ8BnZdAo20GhATl8stZsNFJ2NA15BCQuW1JvFLlonnhV5b_CCod8CjE53WaqAwwKdEH-cB93Y9nb900k5t3NyphmTkmTmxsHuA76zlCgEzRRiPMtS2tObStTlIKhRM9gKY8uo0V2M/s400/BSW+910S+red+lion_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541960903638924690" /></a><br /><br />In future posts, I will be looking in detail at Mrs Best, Lady Carbery, Mr Clarke, Mr Cragg, Dr Currie, the Angel Inn Liverpool, "the noble library" and the bathing house plus the environs of Everton.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-42641669419488374922010-11-19T04:07:00.003-08:002010-11-19T04:34:49.401-08:00De Quincey's 1803 Diary: Administrative History<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88h8FBBmkr_5HXYxaXnj2ahqsHl_Xx_bXjilVxs3zrrkgTf9oQhyphenhyphenxqMdcWQ4LfjB8pfSIfUbEThVKBdE-eaLbN7f3AUFerH3VDpU45nrsthYv8whYU6-n0QRoBDA-JNtWnPJmKdTSa-g/s1600/13.+Diary+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88h8FBBmkr_5HXYxaXnj2ahqsHl_Xx_bXjilVxs3zrrkgTf9oQhyphenhyphenxqMdcWQ4LfjB8pfSIfUbEThVKBdE-eaLbN7f3AUFerH3VDpU45nrsthYv8whYU6-n0QRoBDA-JNtWnPJmKdTSa-g/s400/13.+Diary+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541232718220067266" /></a><br /><br />When I obtained a 1927 copy of De Quincey's 1803 Diary, I was intrigued as to the history of the diary. The first thing that I discovered was that the original diary resided in the Liverpool Record Office which made me smile to think that De Quincey would have passed the site of the Library on his way into Liverpool in 1803 never guessing that his "secret" diary would end up being printed.<br /><br />The fullest account of the the diary is on the <a href="http://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/a2a/records.aspx?cat=138-920md424&cid=0#0">National Archives website</a>:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The manuscript diary, listed at 920 MD 424/1 below, was bequeathed to this library by the Rev. C.H. Steel and was received here on 19th September 1951. According to the Libraries, Museums and Arts Committee Minute Book, Jun. 1948 - Nov. 1951 (352 MIN/LIB 1/33), p. 740, the following was noted at a meeting of the Libraries and Reading Rooms Sub-Committee on 14th September 1951 "Bequest: Rev. C.H. Steel, Deceased... The City Librarian submits a letter dated the 6th of July from Messrs. Belk and Smith, solicitors, of Albert Road, Middlesborough, stating that the Rev. C.H. Steel had bequeathed to the Liverpool Public Libraries the original MSS diary of Thomas de Quincey written whilst staying with Mrs. Best in Everton during the spring of 1803 ..." It was stated that the reference library already held a copy of A Diary of Thomas de Quincey, 1803:... reproduced in replica as well as in print from the original manuscript in the possession of the Reverend C.H. Steel..., edited by Horace Eaton, Professor of English at Syracuse University, New York [1927] and it was... Resolved that the bequest be accepted with thanks". On coming to this library the diary was placed in the Hornby Library but in view of its local connections was transferred to the Record Office in January 1974.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfaErJpz0kvHgzbWkbeROw4C_Sl2iImVzZGjXA5nk-H0s5nTRySmnuVIjITbFugtNv0NUZbVw7vwKYimbuEi0Dn4u8DrdmbknSr4VXuNr9C8hgOz5CXGErvAt6PuUzR_AS_wuIfly0EM/s1600/Hornby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfaErJpz0kvHgzbWkbeROw4C_Sl2iImVzZGjXA5nk-H0s5nTRySmnuVIjITbFugtNv0NUZbVw7vwKYimbuEi0Dn4u8DrdmbknSr4VXuNr9C8hgOz5CXGErvAt6PuUzR_AS_wuIfly0EM/s400/Hornby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541234664964142338" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The Rev. Charles Henry Steel is last listed in the Crockford's Clerical Directory for 1949 - 1950, p. 1128, at an address in Middlesborough. He had been educated at Keble College, Oxford, ordained in 1895 and apart from periods as a naval chaplain, 1916 - 1919 and in Coldstream, Berwickshire, 1919 - 1924, all of his working life appears to have been spent in Yorkshire, much of it in or near Middlesborough.<br /><br />Professor Eaton in his Introduction to the Diary... (see above), p. 1, described the Rev. C.H. Steel as being "... formerly of Carlisle". He died in Middlesborough on 5th April 1951 aged 83 years (according to details supplied by the staff of the Reference Library, Central Library, Middlesborough).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It is not clear when the De Quincey diary came into the possession of the Steel family. If Charles Henry Steel was aged 83 years at the time of his death in 1951, he would have been born in 1867 or early in 1868. Steel himself wrote in a Foreword to the Diary... [1927], p. ix, "This diary written by Thomas de Quincey at the age of seventeen, was given to my father about sixty years ago" [i.e. c. 1867] "by an old friend in the Lake District. Beyond this nothing is known of its history". A slip of paper pasted on to the inside front cover of the volume reads "Robert Steel from J. Martindale Scott of Penrith by Jos Wilkinson Esq., Bowscale". According to Eaton, p. 2, "All that Mr. Steel knows is that somewhere about 1860" [i.e. some years prior to Charles Henry Steel's birth] "his father Robert Steel, Esq., returned one day from an expedition of hunting or fishing in the Lake District with the treasure in his pocket ..." <br /><br />However, Steel himself wrote an account in A De Quincey Relic in The Bookman's Journal and Print Collector, 1 Oct. 1920, Vol. 2, No. 49, p. 365 (ref. Rq 805 B00) which makes it clear that he himself remembered this event which must have taken place at some time in the 1870's 'Do you see' said my father as he boisterously entered the parlour where we were hungering for tea... ' do you see this square old yellow book I toss in the air' (doing so) 'and catch again' - the plate of bread and butter really caught it ...', 'and twirl about' By the crumpled yellow covers'?' 'Is that by Shakespeare, papa? said I, meaning...; the quotation. Being (in the early seventies) about six years old, had... a strong conviction I that... blank verse... came originally from Stratford ...". He continued What was the story of the unattractive looking little book? It had been given to my father he said, by an acquaintance in the course of his travels [in the Lake District]... The volume remained in the Steel family's possession... reticent and almost forgotten in an old clock... [which] was the repository of a varied and unclassified collection of autographs, scrapbooks and other similar curiosities ..." On his own account in both the Bookman's Journal article and the Foreword to the Diary, 'the Rev. C.H. Steel twice offered The volume for sale at Sotheby's, in 1905 and in 1919 but on neither occasion was the reserve price reached,; though he... was not inconsolable when the reserve price proved too high and my father's find returned to its corner in the old clock. At some time during the 1920's, the Rev. C.H. Steel met or contacted Professor Eaton... who was engaged in researches concerned with De Quincey and together [they] took steps for publication... of the diary, (see Steel's Foreword to the Diary..., p. ix). </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREdcaSxusIlX4tRRf-mDtnNKAXx2-0ASe4Q6o7RdVjNGJh4gy_ScbM0QV0t5Bg9cX11zSdj9tPI4ZuT3MghUcVcKIGL0wDJB4KENGHTPsMcDSWyi-LC0yLDklV9evLAe8amY7g31ISH4/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREdcaSxusIlX4tRRf-mDtnNKAXx2-0ASe4Q6o7RdVjNGJh4gy_ScbM0QV0t5Bg9cX11zSdj9tPI4ZuT3MghUcVcKIGL0wDJB4KENGHTPsMcDSWyi-LC0yLDklV9evLAe8amY7g31ISH4/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541236723861415186" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Professor Eaton published a limited edition of 1500 copies of the Diary... in 1927. This publication dedicated to De Quincey's grand-daughters, Florence and Margaret Bairdsmith, includes a foreword by the Rev. C.H. Steel, an introduction by Professor Eaton, a facsimile reproduction of the diary, a printed transcript of it and detailed notes on the text. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39c7tDU5BJFVhk7pM0Hfrgc4ZdqB1H6vTsblkuVTPToYL_TgC65cXYeMV9NxYS4jXiMrxjVlstTKihKlYDIfxCme99QBHcXnXpvEIQZ-SZmJXW76oR6O8Pw7b0RlCjbEQk0NbIcZqf2c/s1600/11.+Diary+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39c7tDU5BJFVhk7pM0Hfrgc4ZdqB1H6vTsblkuVTPToYL_TgC65cXYeMV9NxYS4jXiMrxjVlstTKihKlYDIfxCme99QBHcXnXpvEIQZ-SZmJXW76oR6O8Pw7b0RlCjbEQk0NbIcZqf2c/s400/11.+Diary+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541232714404210162" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-29380427161841861162010-11-19T02:59:00.000-08:002011-02-05T02:11:11.830-08:00A Visit to Dove Cottage September 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicokcHVAd99VHzdvnld14Mh57IuDyuba2F8GhwdClm8dYgGNfsB4oU-5ndMcUKP7ahudzY7ennCdIckyA-CsVXWVqp-T1hHQHmT-B0JdvQgRGnBBfOqoP-4mME9Yfm4QFu21SSwJLkJNE/s1600/4.+Dove+Cottage+circa+1920.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicokcHVAd99VHzdvnld14Mh57IuDyuba2F8GhwdClm8dYgGNfsB4oU-5ndMcUKP7ahudzY7ennCdIckyA-CsVXWVqp-T1hHQHmT-B0JdvQgRGnBBfOqoP-4mME9Yfm4QFu21SSwJLkJNE/s400/4.+Dove+Cottage+circa+1920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541214483147472818" /></a><br />In September 2010, I visited the Lakes for a short break. During the trip, I took the opportunity to explore some of the places Malcolm Lowry visited on his last holiday before his death in 1957. I intended to eventually write up my visit on my <a href="http://malcolmlowryatthe19thhole.blogspot.com/">Malcolm Lowry blog.</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKyUO2mhLFqHx2-CNKw4BFSys-tSOXWbo0q9PHoZE9rlguFQ-gk6hy4MkHI6wFuf8Fu45BuAjxnwO_F1nzyUvWGQeWhDPj61sxf0cjhU8N9s5EzQYqloj9AGaiO8sjIecj4gTM6b259Y/s1600/Lakes+2010+108.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKyUO2mhLFqHx2-CNKw4BFSys-tSOXWbo0q9PHoZE9rlguFQ-gk6hy4MkHI6wFuf8Fu45BuAjxnwO_F1nzyUvWGQeWhDPj61sxf0cjhU8N9s5EzQYqloj9AGaiO8sjIecj4gTM6b259Y/s400/Lakes+2010+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541223328869493602" /></a><br /><br />During the break, I went to <a href="http://www.wordsworth.org.uk/history/index.asp?pageid=105§ionid=99">Dove Cottage in Grasmere</a> now a museum dedicated to William Wordsworth. Lowry had visited the cottage as part of his holiday. During our tour of the cottage, I discovered that Thomas De Quincey had visited Wordsworth there and subsequently lived there and kept the property for 25 years. This fascinated me and I thought it ironic that so much emphasis is put on Wordsworth short tenure! This also struck Lowry as I discovered when I read one of his letters when I got home:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">..on top of which it's called Wordsworth's, albeit de Quincey lived in it for 20 years to W's 5 -</span> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Malcolm Lowry The Collected Letters Volume Two 1946-57 P. 905</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iWZsINlGxxSu9zvoMgiyoDScBlPbXLwZ2xqGIBxkopOxGKUDz5oCU-UfF6_fJL0RMvM4wwLKFlUZX4Ce029rlmZm8cgRrbQWlvFbUFoSDSFnrsPadYOmrIR0FzlwBivp8ZtKUcpLteo/s1600/Malc+In+Lakes+1957.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iWZsINlGxxSu9zvoMgiyoDScBlPbXLwZ2xqGIBxkopOxGKUDz5oCU-UfF6_fJL0RMvM4wwLKFlUZX4Ce029rlmZm8cgRrbQWlvFbUFoSDSFnrsPadYOmrIR0FzlwBivp8ZtKUcpLteo/s400/Malc+In+Lakes+1957.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541224148602177410" /></a><br /><br />This re-awakened my interest in De Quincey and on my return home I dived into the biographies to find out more. I started with Grevel Lindop's <span style="font-style:italic;">The Opium Eater: A Life of Thomas De Quincey </span>(1981) and Robert Morrison's <span style="font-style:italic;">The English Opium Eater: A Biography of Thomas De Quincey </span>(2009. I discovered that De Quincey had kept a diary during his 1803 stay in Everton, which had only been published in 1927. <br /><br />I managed to obtain a 1927 copy of the Diary with an introduction and notes by Horace A. Eaton. What is fascinating about this edition is that it contains both a facsimile copy of De Quincey’s handwritten diary and a transcription of the diary.<br /><br />The diary's entries gave me greater stimulus to research De Quincey's time in Everton. My reading of the diary coincided with <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quincey-as-urban-wanderer.html">Cathy Butterworth's Sketches From Britain project </a>which I mentioned in a previous post. The visit to Dove Cottage was also the catalyst I needed to explore De Quincey's time in Liverpool sparked by David Jacques's <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/david-jacques-por-convencion-ferrer.html">Por Convención Ferrer</a>.</span>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-38635470185225905612010-11-18T07:12:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:06:50.646-08:00David Jacques Por Convención Ferrer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQZHbpGrlEbkPmIEgI9yscht77JEBu0Sbk8ctBqc0dgoizxunjQFEDS0GvnFFLVOwsDDi-VkDx4V_luIYReF51ve8Em5DT9-J6eaRROvULwvsCoTn7QR7lcFuIzBT7OnqAp2fFgfsdP4/s1600/Por+Convencion+Ferrer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQZHbpGrlEbkPmIEgI9yscht77JEBu0Sbk8ctBqc0dgoizxunjQFEDS0GvnFFLVOwsDDi-VkDx4V_luIYReF51ve8Em5DT9-J6eaRROvULwvsCoTn7QR7lcFuIzBT7OnqAp2fFgfsdP4/s400/Por+Convencion+Ferrer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541694744094446018" /></a><br /><br />My initial introduction to De Quincey was <a href="http://dequinceyineverton.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-quincey-as-urban-wanderer.html">reading his Confessions of An English Opium Eater </a>in 1971. I had never thought of relating De Quincey to my work until I went to see <a href="http://davidjacques.co.uk/">David Jacques</a>’s film <span style="font-style:italic;">Por Convención Ferrer</span> at <a href="http://www.thebluecoat.org.uk/">the Bluecoat</a> in 2008. In the post film chat, David talked about his inclusion of De Quincey’s vision of Liverpool in his film.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I often fell into these reveries upon taking opium ; and more than once it has happened to me, on a summer night, when I have been at an open window, in a room from which I could overlook the sea at a mile below me, and could command a view of the great town of L , at about the same distance, that I have sat, from sun-set to sun-rise, motionless, and without wishing to move.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I shall be charged with mysticism, Behmenism, quietism, &c but that shall not alarm me. Sir H. Vane, the younger, was one of our wisest men ; and let my readers see if he, in his philosophical works, be half as unmystical as I am. I say, then, that it has often struck me that the scene itself was somewhat typical of what took place in such a reverie. The town of L represented the earth, with its sorrows and its graves left behind, yet not out of sight, nor wholly forgotten. The ocean, in everlasting but gentle agitation, and brooded oyer by a dove-like calm, might not unfitly typify the mind and the mood which then swayed it. For it seemed to me as if then first I stood at a distance, and aloof from the uproar of life ; as if the tumult, the fever, and the strife, were suspended ; a respite granted from the secret burthens of the heart ; a sabbath of repose ; a resting from human labours. Here were the hopes which blossom in the paths of life, reconciled with the peace which is in the grave ; motions of the intellect as unwearied as the heavens, yet for all anxieties a halcyon calm : a tranquillity that seemed no product of inertia, but as if resulting from mighty and equal antagonisms ; infinite activities, infinite repose.</span> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Confessions Of An English Opium Eater 1821</span><br /><br />De Quincey’s vision was based on his time in Everton in 1805 and included in his <span style="font-style:italic;">Confessions</span>. I had completely forgotten about De Quincey’s time in Liverpool. I added it to my list of writers who had visited/lived in Liverpool for a future project.<br /><br />Below you can see David's excellent film <span style="font-style:italic;">Por Convención Ferrer</span> in 3 parts via You Tube:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVQEkQ6WPdo?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVQEkQ6WPdo?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBNRgR83wJM?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBNRgR83wJM?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VcuOz17e5Vg?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VcuOz17e5Vg?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />A book was published to coincide with the release of the film:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">“In the years leading up to the First World War a small though significant network of Anarcho-syndicalist activists in downtown Liverpool instigated an annual conference-cum-discussion group titled ‘Por Convención Ferrer’.<br /><br />Contributions were broad ranging in their subject matter and relied upon the involvement of fictitious characters, spectral appearances and dream-like transcendences to places located either in the past or the future”.<br /><br />After evidencing an archive of embroidered silk pennants commemorating each conference from 1910 through to 1918, an un-named narrator guides us through his research materials exploring the diverse content of some 27 presentations.<br /><br />Covering an array of matters broaching time, space and place, subjects encountered along the way range from the ‘Scotland Road Free School’, to ‘the zonal mapping of ‘Sleeping sickness’ in the Belgian Congo’, Thomas De Quincey’s residing at Everton, and a Critical Mass bike ride through Manchester City Centre.</span> <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Por-Convencion-Ferrer-Northwest-Anarchosyndicalism/dp/184631206X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1290095543&sr=8-1">Buy Por Convención Ferrer</a><br /><br />David's reference to De Quincey in his film has inspired me to research De Quincey's time in Everton.<br /><br />Below is a photograph of a recent <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9rive">dérive</a> around the <a href="http://sketchesforbritain.co.uk/page4.htm">Squaremile </a>mapping long lost pubs and treading in De Quincey's footsteps; L to R Cathy Butterworth performance artist, Colin, Bryan Biggs Artistic Director The Bluecoat and David Jacques artist.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoeTFmSTID67ajbd2OwI4u0Qo7UZw1a1RuTiiyBelHEbKTXPvYVWE28pyUBXXl5w5X_Su1lZ9VDHlKBir0WmQ7PhXHbZke1N2T1edv4poXCjQR6iJFU2V7oalOfgpV-eVrfsUpXlOkD4/s1600/Pub+Crawl+074.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoeTFmSTID67ajbd2OwI4u0Qo7UZw1a1RuTiiyBelHEbKTXPvYVWE28pyUBXXl5w5X_Su1lZ9VDHlKBir0WmQ7PhXHbZke1N2T1edv4poXCjQR6iJFU2V7oalOfgpV-eVrfsUpXlOkD4/s400/Pub+Crawl+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540910813782507698" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-2215124416399784662010-11-18T05:02:00.000-08:002010-11-18T07:12:11.855-08:00De Quincey as Urban Wanderer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_M_-iu2P4cmlZIJEzPE1a7ZjASD8Dwm0-hyHnyj3U4UwKGu41iyklb_vZ6wmSEuGEep1t17n2agaJn5auDXdtii60Yglfl88li2_W0EeI4tVmSKtWQ4iu2QgyO6IrxWGYIt1OXgWZSM/s1600/2.+Confessions+of+an+English+Opium+Eater.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_M_-iu2P4cmlZIJEzPE1a7ZjASD8Dwm0-hyHnyj3U4UwKGu41iyklb_vZ6wmSEuGEep1t17n2agaJn5auDXdtii60Yglfl88li2_W0EeI4tVmSKtWQ4iu2QgyO6IrxWGYIt1OXgWZSM/s400/2.+Confessions+of+an+English+Opium+Eater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540874734402462818" /></a><br /><br />I discovered De Quincey’s <span style="font-style:italic;">Confessions</span> at around the age of 16. The book had a profound effect on me. <span style="font-style:italic;">Confessions</span> became a guidebook to the art of wandering and the power of reverie and dream.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tdi8v76ba4w?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tdi8v76ba4w?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />At 16, I had no notion of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychogeography">psychogeography</a>. Since then, I have realised, as have others, that De Quincey was one of the first explorers of the urban landscape.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1WRdJ9qZMKraJSPYQQknpNo50Wdvp3EXwl8gTlaLwl9w_sfYorrwmNp3OtbZeiSAxRVrQxR0bMxmb9BigLs7VEgNydSf8ZNUSQu4n0bwhGTf6vQLP93vx1QrPQtIIxqBpHlGb-FbtCw/s1600/fortean_times_1510_13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1WRdJ9qZMKraJSPYQQknpNo50Wdvp3EXwl8gTlaLwl9w_sfYorrwmNp3OtbZeiSAxRVrQxR0bMxmb9BigLs7VEgNydSf8ZNUSQu4n0bwhGTf6vQLP93vx1QrPQtIIxqBpHlGb-FbtCw/s400/fortean_times_1510_13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540906793910319906" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Unlike Defoe and Blake, who stand as symbolic representations of a retrospective psychogeographic tradition, Thomas De Quincey (1785-1859) may be described as psychogeography's first actual practitioner. As Phil Baker has commented, 'Classic urban psychogeography could almost be said to begin - retrospectively, from a Situationist influenced perspective - with Thomas De Quincey'.<br /><br />The drug-fuelled journeys through the London of De Quincey's youth seem to capture exactly that state of aimless drift and detached observation which were to become the hallmarks of the situationist derive some 150 years later.</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.forteantimes.com/reviews/books/736/psychogeography.html">Merlin Coverley Psychogeography (2006)</a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6RLmDZqEzxD5jwPk1cdL0sGjoCWTOWKt4JOY0gmcLnomNOR4_n4G5WBfPKmkJoAqNHoq1Cky9uGvECJjWDLyZLKsHWU_m9JG8uoJ40bxF1Z-HaGbKkwQOgKi9YponJ5sLQcdxjNgMns/s1600/Sketches+For+Britain+Square+Mile+Map.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6RLmDZqEzxD5jwPk1cdL0sGjoCWTOWKt4JOY0gmcLnomNOR4_n4G5WBfPKmkJoAqNHoq1Cky9uGvECJjWDLyZLKsHWU_m9JG8uoJ40bxF1Z-HaGbKkwQOgKi9YponJ5sLQcdxjNgMns/s400/Sketches+For+Britain+Square+Mile+Map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540896656978052930" /></a><br /><br />It was this notion of De Quincey as an "urban wanderer" that I brought to Cathy Butterworth's <span style="font-style:italic;">Sketches of Britain.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">‘I plead, not for originality, but for the truth of the character; and though it may not be very pleasing, it may be useful to delineate these mixtures of levity and vice’ <br /><br />George Crabbe, Preface to The Borough, a Poem in 24 Letters <br /><br />‘They say that memories live longer than dreams, but my dreams, those dreams of long ago, they still give me some kind of hope and faith in my class…’ <br /><br />George Malone, Boys From The Blackstuff <br /><br />Drawing on an unwieldy collection of themes and references, ‘Sketches For Britain’(made for Squaremile, an exhibition at <a href="http://www.bridewellstudios.co.uk/">The Bridewell Gallery</a>) presents 24 performative works, awkwardly shoehorned into the questionable rationale of mapping George Crabbe’s series of poems ‘The Borough’ onto a square mile of Liverpool. To complicate matters further it uses Alan Bleasdale’s ‘Boys From The Blackstuff’ as a methodological framework, as well as drawing together the smattering of information that the artist has about the history of the local area. <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Cathy Butterworth <span style="font-style:italic;">Sketches For Britain</span></span><br /><br />Cathy Butterworth invited me to talk about mapping De Quincey's wanderings across the <a href="http://sketchesforbritain.co.uk/page4.htm">"Square Mile",</a> around the The Bridewell Gallery in Liverpool, based on his <span style="font-style:italic;">1803 Diary</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_F2oiPHPLglK9_vmBGqtHs8B4ygmiDTjv_rG6DrSSk-AWDqUUojBQcOveqjSTeU1YUO04bzsDeyfx7hXCDI2Si3BssXFMIwZCk-oSzbltp4m2ydNjdg3hsbgHInE9bZxNZ_0JBSbu6Yc/s1600/Pub+Crawl+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_F2oiPHPLglK9_vmBGqtHs8B4ygmiDTjv_rG6DrSSk-AWDqUUojBQcOveqjSTeU1YUO04bzsDeyfx7hXCDI2Si3BssXFMIwZCk-oSzbltp4m2ydNjdg3hsbgHInE9bZxNZ_0JBSbu6Yc/s400/Pub+Crawl+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540897236267267794" /></a><br /><br />The talk took place on 13th November 2010 at the <a href="http://www.bridewellstudios.co.uk/">Bridewell Gallery</a>. The talk consisted of a brief introduction to De Quincey's life and writings; an explanation of my interest in De Quincey; when and why De Quincey first visited Everton?; what was the attraction of Everton?; De Quincey In Everton 1803; the 1803 Diary; the touchstones of autobiography and psychogeography in the diary and finishing with an illustrated journey in the footsteps of De Quincey around places/locations mentioned in 1803 diary.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaA_v07VD3hKRWfJLKN6wkxaGRkDSJz9buhNXfpOPonmAk5l1_KdaUO5xKbjufX9MyG8muhbwKLHVZJaaydlm_v3vP7UuO7hgWJcYM9_m0ucUrIwUBwhtBU0TKlWfaOZeBNOKn_53l9o/s1600/14.+Liverpool+1810.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaA_v07VD3hKRWfJLKN6wkxaGRkDSJz9buhNXfpOPonmAk5l1_KdaUO5xKbjufX9MyG8muhbwKLHVZJaaydlm_v3vP7UuO7hgWJcYM9_m0ucUrIwUBwhtBU0TKlWfaOZeBNOKn_53l9o/s400/14.+Liverpool+1810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540895585059886018" /></a>Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897735229931233249.post-40530439742084740712010-11-18T04:26:00.000-08:002013-08-05T13:30:56.765-07:00Welcome to De Quincey in Everton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqRNmoFyR_xhk_zeNiKxeYzNCDA7K7CC5561cxxweM5mfO8lI3hMdnn59eiO13jPOn8wgSoIfriMYT49SeiOiCEpGPZojYRHFc7ZCHylm9MWkcpCrlTA_86eteTh8fYeHXR0MDSaNluA/s1600/1.+De+Quincey+Age+17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540866611971117730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqRNmoFyR_xhk_zeNiKxeYzNCDA7K7CC5561cxxweM5mfO8lI3hMdnn59eiO13jPOn8wgSoIfriMYT49SeiOiCEpGPZojYRHFc7ZCHylm9MWkcpCrlTA_86eteTh8fYeHXR0MDSaNluA/s400/1.+De+Quincey+Age+17.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 337px;" /></a><br />
This blog has been set up to compliment a recent talk I gave on ‘<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_de_Quincey">De Quincey</a> In Everton’ as part of Cathy Butterworth’s project <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://sketchesforbritain.co.uk/index.htm">Sketches In Britain</a></span>.<br />
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The purpose of the blog is three fold:<br />
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Firstly, the blog will act as a vehicle for my on-going research into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_de_Quincey">De Quincey</a>’s time in Everton. My aim is to supplement the existing biographical information by placing his visits in time and space especially to explore the topography of his <span style="font-style: italic;">1803 Diary,</span> which he wrote during one of his visits to Everton.<br />
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Secondly, I will be documenting my <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychogeography">psychogeographical</a> wanderings around Liverpool in search of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_de_Quincey">De Quincey</a>’s spirit.Keeping Soul Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869799472384434104noreply@blogger.com0