April 16th
Born: Sir Hans Sloane, naturalist, 1660,
Killileagh; George Montagu, Earl of Halifax,
1661, Horton; John Law,
speculative financier, 1671, Edinburgh.
Died: Aphra Behn, poetess, 1689; George Louis,
Comte De Buffon, naturalist, 1788, Montbard; Dr. George Campbell, theologian,
1796;
Arthur Young, writer on
agriculture, 1820, Bradfield; Muzio Clementi, celebrated pianist,
1820; Henry Fuseli, artist, 1825, Putney
Hill; � Reynolds, dramatist, 1841; Pietro Dragonetti, eminent musician, 1846,
London; Madame Tussaud (wax figures), 1850, London.
Feast Day: Eighteen martyrs of Saragossa, 304.
St. Turibius, Bishop of Astorga, about 420. St. Fructuosus, Arch-bishop of Braga,
665. St.
Magnus, of Orkney, martyr, 1104. St. Dimon, recluse, patron of shepherds, 1186.
St. Joachim of Sienna, 1305
APHRA BEHN
Aphra Behn, celebrated as a writer and a wit, was born
in the city of Canterbury, in the reign of Charles I. Her father, whose name was
Johnson,
being of a good family and well connected, obtained, through the interest of his
relative, Lord Willoughby, the Appointment of Lieutenant-General of Surinam, and
set out with his
wife and children to the West Indies. Mr. Johnson died on the voyage, but his
family reached Surinam, and settled there for some years. While here, Aphra became
acquainted with the
American Prince Oroonoka, and his beloved wife Imoinda, and the adventures of this
pair became the materials of her first novel. On returning to London, she became
the wife of Mr.
Behn, a Dutch merchant resident in that city. How long Mr. Behn lived after his
marriage is not known, but, probably, not long; for when we next hear of Mrs.
Behn, her wit and
abilities had brought her into high repute at the Court of Charles II; so much so,
that Charles thought her a fit and proper person to be entrusted with the
transaction of some
affairs of importance abroad during the Dutch war. Our respect for official
English is by no means increased when we learn that these high-sounding terms
merely mean that she was
to be sent over to Antwerp as a spy! However, by her skill and intrigues, but more
by the influence she possessed over Vander Albert, she succeeded so well as to
obtain information
of the design of the Dutch to sail up the Thames and burn the English ships in
their harbours, and at once communicated her information to the English Court.
Although subsequent events proved her intelligence to
be well founded, it was only laughed at at the time, which probably determined her
to drop
all further thoughts of political affairs, and during the remainder of her stay at
Antwerp to give herself up to the gallantries and gaieties of the place. On her
voyage back to
England, she was very near being lost. The vessel foundered in a storm, but
fortunately in sight of land, so that the passengers were saved by boats from the
shore. The rest of her
life was devoted to pleasure and the muses.
Her writings, which are numerous, are nearly forgotten
now, and from the opinion of several writers, it is well they should be. The
following are
the principal: three vols. of Miscellany Poems; seventeen Plays; two volumes of
History and Novels; and a translation of M. Fontenelle's
History of Oracles, and Plurality of Worlds.
A plain black marble slab covers her grave in the
cloisters of Westminster Abbey, bearing the following inscription:
Mrs. APHARRA BEHN DIED APRILL THE 16TH, 1689.
Here lies a proof that wit can never be
Defence enough against mortality.
Great poetess, 0 thy stupendous lays
The world admires, and the Muses praise.'
MADAME TUSSAUD
The curious collection of wax-work figures exhibited
in Baker-street, London, under the name of Madame Tussaud, is well known in
England. Many who
are no longer in their first youth must also have a recollection of the neat
little figure of Madame Tussaud herself, seated in the stair of approach, and hard
to be distinguished
in its calm primness from the counterfeits of humanity which it was the business
of her life to fabricate. Few, however, are aware of the singularities which
marked the life of
Madame Tussaud, or of the very high moral merits which belonged to her.
She had actually lived among the celebrated men of the
French Revolution, and framed their portraits from direct observation. It was her
business
one day to model the horrible countenance of the assassinated Marat, whom she detested, and on another
to imitate the features of his
beautiful assassin, Charlotte Corday, whom she admired and loved. Now, she had a
Princess Lamballe in her hands; anon, it was the atrocious
Robespierre. At one time she was herself in prison, in danger of the
all-devouring guillotine, having there for her associates Madame Beauharnais and
her child, the
grandmother and mother of the Emperor Napoleon III.
Escaping from France, she led for many years a life of
struggle and difficulty, supporting herself and her family by the exercise of her
art. Once
she lost her whole stock by shipwreck on a voyage to Ireland. Meeting adversity
with a stout heart, always industrious, frugal, and considerate, the ingenious
little woman at
length was enabled to set up her models in London, where she had forty years of
constant prosperity, and where she died at the age of ninety, in the midst of an
attached
and grateful family, extending to several generations. Let
ingenuity be the more honoured when it is connected, as in her case, with many
virtues.
THE SWEATING SICKNESS
April 16th, 1551, the sweating sickness broke out at
Shrewsbury. This was the last appearance of one of the most remarkable diseases
recorded in
history. Its first appearance was in August 1485, among the followers of Henry VII
who fought and gained the memorable battle of Bosworth Field. The battle was
contested on the 22nd
of August, and on the 28th the king entered London, bringing in his
train the fatal and previously unknown pestilence. The 'Swetynge Sykenesse,' as it
is termed by the
old chroniclers, immediately spread its ravages among the crowded, unhealthy
dwellings of the citizens of London. Two lord mayors and six aldermen, having
scarcely laid aside the
state robes in which they had received the Tudor king, died in the first week of
the terrible visitation.
The national joy and public festivities, consequent on the
conclusion of the long struggle between the rival houses of York and Lancaster,
were at once
changed to general terror and lamentation. The coronation of Henry, an urgent
measure, as it was expected to extinguish the last scruples that some might
entertain regarding his
right to the throne, was of necessity postponed. The disease spread over all
England with fearful rapidity. It seems to have been a violent inflammatory fever,
which, after a short
rigor, prostrated the vital powers as with a blow; and, amidst a painful
oppression at the stomach, headache, and lethargic stupor, suffused the whole body
with a copious and
disgustingly foetid perspiration. All this took place in a few hours, the crisis
being always over within the space of a day and night; and scarcely one in a
hundred recovered of
those who were attacked by it. Hollinshed says:
'Suddenly, a deadly burning sweat so assailed their bodies
and distempered their blood with a most ardent heat, that scarce one among an
hundred that
sickened did escape with life, for all in manner, as soon as the sweat took
them, or a short time after, yielded the ghost. Kaye, the founder of Caius
College, Cambridge, and the
most eminent physician of his day, who carefully observed the disease at its
last visitation, relates that its ' sudden sharpness and unwont cruelness passed
the pestilence (the
plague). For this (the plague) commonly giveth three or four, often seven,
sometimes nine, sometimes eleven, and sometimes fourteen days respect to whom it
vexeth. But that (the
sweating sickness) immediately killed. Some in opening their windows, some in
playing with their children at their street doors, some in one hour, many in
two, it destroyed, and,
at the longest, to them that merrily dined it gave a sorrowful supper. As it
found them, so it took them, some in sleep, some in wake, some in mirth, some in
care, some fasting,
and some full, some busy, and some idle, and in one house, sometimes three,
sometimes four, sometimes seven, sometimes eight, sometimes more, some-times
all.'
Though the sweating sickness of 1485 desolated the English
shores of the Irish Channel, and the northern border counties of England, yet it
did not
penetrate into either Ireland or Scotland. It disappeared about the end of the
year; a violent tempest that occurred on the 1st of January 1486, was
supposed to have
swept it away for ever.
The slight medical knowledge of the period found itself utterly
unable to cope with the new disease. No resource was therefore left to the
terrified people,
but their own good sense, which fortunately led them to adopt the only efficient
means that could be pursued. Violent medicines were avoided. The patient was kept
moderately warm,
a small quantity of mild drink was given, but total abstinence from food was
enjoined until the crisis of the malady had passed. Those who were attacked in the
day, in order to
avoid a chill, went immediately to bed with-out taking off their clothes, and
those who sickened at night did not rise, carefully avoiding the slightest
exposure to the air of
either hand or foot. Thus they carefully guarded against heat or cold, so as not
to encourage the perspiration by the former, nor check it by the latter; bitter
experience having
taught that either was certain death.
In 1506, the sweating sickness broke out in London for the
second time, but the disease exhibited a much milder character than it did during
its first
visitation; numbers who were attacked by it recovered, and the physicians of the
day rejoiced triumphantly, attributing the cures to their own skill, instead of to
the milder form
of the epidemic. It was not long till they discovered their error. In 1517, the
disease broke out in England for the third time, with all its pristine virulence.
It ravaged England
for six months, and as before did not penetrate into Ireland or Scotland. It
reached Calais, however, then an English possession, but did not spread farther
into France.
As eleven years elapsed between the second and third visitation
of this fell destroyer, so the very same period intervened between its third and
fourth
appearance, the latter taking place in 1528. The previous winter had been so wet,
that the seed corn had rotted in the ground. Some fine weather in spring gave
hopes to the
husbandman, but scarcely had the fields been sown when a continual series of heavy
rains destroyed the grain. Famine soon stalked over the land, and with it came the
fatal sweating
sickness. This, as far as can be collected, was its most terrible visitation, the
old writers de-scribing it as The Great Mortality. All public business was
suspended. The Houses
of Parliament and courts of law were closed. The king, Henry VIII, left London,
and endeavoured to avoid the epidemic by continually travelling from place to
place, till, becoming
tired of so unsettled a life, he determined to await his destiny at Tittenhanger.
There, with his first wife, Katherine of Arragon, and a few favourites, he lived
in total
seclusion from the outer world, the house being surrounded with large fires, which
night and day were kept constantly burning, as a means of purifying the
atmosphere.
There are no accurate data by which the number of persons
destroyed by this epidemic can be estimated, but they must have been many, very
many. The
visitation lasted much longer than the previous ones. Though the greater number of
deaths occurred in 1528, the disease was still prevalent in the following summer.
As before, the
epidemic did not extend to Scotland or Ireland. It was even affirmed and believed
that natives of those countries were never attacked by it, though dwelling in
England; that in
Calais it spared the French, the men of English birth alone becoming its victims;
that, in short, it was a disease known only in England, and fatal only to
Englishmen;
consequently, the learned gave it the name of Sudor Anglicus�the English sweat.
And the learned writers of the period all cordially agreed in ascribing the
English pestilence to
the sins of Englishmen, though they differed in opinion as to the particular sins
which called down so terrible a manifestation of Divine displeasure. Not one of
them conjectured
the real causes of the epidemic, namely, the indescribable filthiness of English
towns and houses, and the scarcity and disgusting unwholesomeness of the people's
food.
The disease soon gave the lie to the expression Sudor Anglices
by spreading into Germany, and there committing frightful ravages. On its last
visit to
England, in April 1551, it made its first appearance at Shrewsbury. It was found
to have undergone no change. It attacked its hapless victims at table, on
journeys, during sleep,
at devotion or amusement, at all times of the day or night. Nor had it lost any of
its malignity, killing its victims sometimes in less than an hour, while in all
cases the space
of twenty-four hours decided the fearful issue of life or death.
Contemporary historians say that the country was depopulated.
Women ran about negligently clothed, as if they had lost their senses, and filled
the air with
dismal outcries and lamentations. All business came to a stand. No one thought of
his daily avocations. The funeral bells tolled night and day, reminding the living
of their near
and inevitable end. Breaking out at Shrewsbury, it spread westward into Wales, and
through Cheshire to the north-western counties; while on the other side, it
extended to the
southern counties, and easterly to London, where it arrived in the beginning of
July. It ravaged the capital for a month, then passed along the east coast of
England towards the
north, and finally ceased about the end of September.
Thus, in the autumn of 1551, the sweating sickness vanished
from the earth; it has never reappeared, and in all human probability never will,
for the
conditions under which a disease of its nature and malignity could occur and
extend itself do not now exist. Modern medical science avers that the Sudor
Anglices was a rheumatic
fever of extraordinary virulence; still of a virulence not to be wondered at, when
we take into consideration the deficiency of the commonest necessaries of life,
that prevailed at
the period in which it occurred.
BATTLE OF CULLODEN -
PRINCE CHARLES'S KNIFE-CASE
On the 16th of April 1746, was fought the battle of
Culloden, insignificant in comparison with many other battles, from there being
only about
eight thousand troops engaged on each side, but important as finally setting at
rest the claims of the expatriated line of the house of Stuart to the British
throne.
The Duke of Cumberland, who commanded the army of the
government, used his victory with notable harshness and cruelty; not only causing
a needless slaughter
among the fugitives, but ordering large numbers of the wounded to be fusilladed on
the field: a fact often doubted, but which has been fully proved. He probably
acted under an
impression that Scotland required a severe lesson to be read to her, the reigning
idea in England being that the northern kingdom was in rebellion, whereas the
insurgents
represented but a small party of the Scottish people, to whom in general the
descent of a parcel of the Highland clans with Charles
Edward Stuart was as much a surprise as it was to the court of St.
James's. The cause of the Stuarts had, indeed, extremely declined in Scotland by
the middle of the
eighteenth century, and the nation was turning its whole thoughts to improved
industry, in peaceful submission to the Brunswick dynasty, when the romantic
enterprise of Prince
Charles, at the head of a few hundred Camerons and Macdonalds, came upon it very
much like a thunder-cloud in a summer sky. The whole affair of the Forty-five was
eminently an
affair out of time, an affair which took its character from a small number of
persons, mainly Charles himself and a few West Highland chieftains, who had
pledged themselves to him,
and after all went out with great reluctance.
The wretched wanderings of the Prince for five months, in
continual danger of being taken and instantly put to death, form an interesting
pendant to the
romantic history of the enterprise itself. Thirty thousand pounds was the fee
offered for his capture; but, though many scores of persons had it in their power
to betray him, no
one was found so base as to do it. A curious circumstance connected with his
wanderings has only of late been revealed, that, during nearly the whole time, he
himself had a large
command of money, a sum of about twenty-seven thousand pounds in gold having come
for him too late to be of any use in the war, and been concealed in the bed of a
burn in the
Cameron's country, whence, from time to time, portions of it were drawn for his
use and that of his friends.
When George IV paid his visit to Scotland in 1822, Sir Walter
Scott was charged by a lady in Edinburgh, with the duty of presenting to him the
pocket knife,
fork, and spoon which Charles Edward was believed to have used in the course of
his marches and wanderings in 1745-6. The lady was, by Sir Walter Scott's
acknowledgment Mary Lady
Clerk, of Penicuik. This relic of Charles, having subsequently passed to the
Marquis of Conyngham, and from him to his son Albert, first Lord Londesborough, is
now preserved with
great care amidst the valuable collection of ancient plate and bijouterie at
Grimston Park, Yorkshire.
The case is a
small one covered with black shagreen; for portability, the knife, fork, and spoon
are made to screw upon handles, so that the three articles form six pieces,
allowing of close
packing, as shewn in our first cut. The second cut exhibits the articles
themselves, on a scale of half their original size; one of the handles being
placed below, while the rose
pattern on the knob of each is shewn at a. They are all engraved with an ornament
of thistle leaves, and the spoon and fork marked with the initials C. S., as will
be better seen
on reversing the engraving. The articles being impressed with a Dutch plate stamp,
we may presume that they were manufactured in Holland.
On reverting to the chronicles of the
day, we find that the king, in contemplation of his visit to Scotland, expressed a
wish to possess some relic of the 'unfortunate Chevalier,' as he called him; and
it was in the
knowledge of this fact, that Lady Clerk commissioned Sir Walter Scott to present
to his Majesty the articles here described. On the king arriving in Leith Road,
Sir Walter went out
in a boat to present him with a silver cross badge from 'the ladies of Scotland,'
and he took that opportunity of handing him the gift of Lady Clerk, which the king
received with
marked gratification. At a ball a few days afterwards, he gave the lady his thanks
in person, in terms which showed his sense of the value of the gift. He was
probably by that time
aware of an interesting circumstance in her own history connected with the
Forty-five.
Born Mary Dacres, the daughter of a
Cumberland gentleman, she had entered the world at the time when the Prince's
forces were in
possession of Carlisle. While her mother was still confined to bed, a highland
party came to the house; but the officer in command, on learning the
circumstances, not only
restrained his men from giving any molestation, but pinned his own white rosette
or cockade upon the infant's breast, that it might protect the household from any
trouble from
others. This rosette the lady kept to her dying day, which was not till several
years subsequent to the king's visit. Her ladyship retained till past eighty an
erect and alert
carriage, which, together with some peculiarities of dressing, made her one of the
most noted street figures of her time. With Sir Walter she was on the most
intimate terms.
The writer is enabled to recall a walk he had one day with this
distinguished man, curling at Mr. Constable's warehouse in Princes-street, where
Lady Clerk
was purchasing some books at a side counter. Sir Walter, passing through to the
stairs by which Mr. Constable's room was reached, did not recognise her ladyship,
who, catching a
sight of him as he was about to ascend, called out, '0h, Sir Walter, are you
really going to pass me?' He immediately turned to make his usual cordial
greetings, and apologised
with demurely waggish reference to her odd dress, 'I'm sure, my lady, by this time
I might know your back as well as your face.'
It is understood in the Conyingham family, that the knife-case
came to Lady Clerk 'through the Primrose family,' probably referring to the widow
of Hugh
third Lord Primrose, in whose house in London Miss Flora Macdonald was sheltered
after her liberation from a confinement she underwent for her concern in promoting
the Prince's
escape. We are led to infer that Lady Primrose had obtained the relic from some
person to whom the Chevalier had given it as a souvenir at the end of his
wanderings.
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