Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Old Dive's History of Norwich Castle - Part the Ninth - Prison and Reform - Chapter I

Here come the Hanoverians: George, George, George and George, the third of whom spent much of the time believing that he was a penguin and made of glass.

Under his rule, our American Colonies declared themselves independent and stated that all men are created equal … though it turned out that some were more equal than others …

Norwich Castle sadly sans battlements. Courtesy Norfolk Museums Service.

Under Queen Anne the gaping cracks in the external keep walls at Norwich Castle had been patched up using stone taken from the battlements, the inside faces of the now roofless ruin being reinforced with cheap brickwork. Now, as shown above, bushes sprouted from the unprotected tops of the walls and rain fell onto the timber and brick shacks and lean-to buildings housing the prisoners. The insides of the walls were blackened with soot, much of which remains to this day. We are leaving it as it is to help tell the story of the keep.

The Norwich Worsted weavers were under pressure again, this time from cheap cotton calico imported by the East India Company. In 1719 and 1720 the weavers of Spitalfields and Norwich fought back.

Blomefield: "In 1720, on the 20th day of Sept, a great riot happened, under pretence of destroying callicoes, as pernicious to the trade of Norwich Stuffs; the rabble cutting several gowns in pieces on women's backs, entering shops to seize all callicoes found there &c. and beating the constables that endeavoured to apprehend them, opposing the sheriff's power to such a degree, that the artillery company was forced to be raised, upon the approach of which they instantly dispersed."

Not the Calico Riots but fun nonetheless from that inexhaustible source of mirth the interweb.

In the Spitalfields riots, the Huguenot silk-weavers had been similarly put out of work by the cheap calicos and one Dorothy Orwell claimed "she was assaulted by a multitude of weavers in Red-Lion-Fields in Hoxton, who tore, cut and pull'd off her gown and petticoat by violence, threatened her with vile language and left her naked in the fields."

Things continued to escalate until in 1721 the Calico Act was passed, banning men and women from wearing and using calico for clothing and in household interiors. Five-pound fines for wearing calico and twenty-pound fines for selling it were strictly enforced. For once in our history, people power forced the government to act against unfettered free trade and the greed of the East India Company. Hasn't happened since, mind you …

While George the First spent most of his time at home in Hanover and George the Second concentrated on tupping a monstrous menagerie of mistresses, the Whig parliament got on with running the country and generally made a pretty decent shot of it.

While George the Second was otherwise occupied further repairs were made to Norwich Castle in 1746 through 1749, stitching breaches in the west and north walls of the keep. As part of these works one Matthew Brettingham replaced the missing battlements in the style of the originals.

Anyhoo, in 1760 along came George the Penguin who refused to pay for sufficient repairs to maintain the castle as a viable prison, so in 1780 Norwich Castle and its remaining grounds were purchased from the Mad King by the County. In 1788 one Thomas Dove was tasked with carrying out a survey of the rotting remains prior to some proper investment.

The east elevation from Dove's survey, showing the covered stair to the Bigod Tower in front of the keep and the Shire Hall to the right, rebuilt over Edward the First's palace.
Courtesy Norfolk Museums Service.

The ground floor plan from Dove's survey, showing the chapel (top-left), the felons' yard in the centre of the keep and the debtors' yard to the south of the skewed wall.
Courtesy Norfolk Museums Service.
 
At this point we must bid a fond farewell to our constant companion and guide through the centuries, the wonderful Francis Blomefield, he 'of the many commas' as we whizz by in our time machine, watching him dwindle into the past as he publishes his great work between 1753 and 1775.

Fortunately for us, in 1758, the publisher Robert Dodsley signed the great Enlightenment intellectual Edmund Burke to write and edit the Annual Register, which covers parliamentary debates, state papers, news, reviews, poetry and general gossip, from the salacious to the horrific to the downright strange for each year from then until now (it's still going strong).

 
 The first printed and published copy of the Declaration of Colonial Uppitiness.
From the State Papers in the Annual Register of 1776.
Above it is the 1775 Declaration that got the Tories in such a tizz that they lost us America.
Courtesy Old Dive.
 
I'm an avid … okay, "obsessive" … collector of the Annual Register and have dozens of tatty and coverless old reading copies from the first hundred years or so purchased for a pittance. My favourite years I get professionally re-bound in mottled calf with hand-marbled endpapers in 18th century style, being a pretentious git. They shall replace Blomefield as my primary historical source from here on in.

Beware, however, should you wish to get hold of a copy with the Declaration of Independence in it.  Due to its popularity across the Pond it has become wildly expensive. I was fortunate enough to find a disbound copy held together with … er … duct tape (see "Pimp My Uppity Colonials"). The amount of restoration work and rebinding was still waaaay cheaper than buying a decent copy.

Anyhoo … back to the castle next time.

Sources:

The Annual Register: A View of the History, Politicks and Literature of the Year: Edmund Burke (ed) and successors: 1758 to Present.

For the final time, alas: Francis Blomefield: An Essay Towards a Topographical History of the County of Norfolk: Volume 3: The History of the City and County of Norwich: published 1753 to 1775 

Norfolk Museums Service and the Norfolk Archæological Society

East Anglian Archæology Vol. 132: Norwich Castle: Excavations and Historical Survey: 1978-1988: Part II: c.1345 to Modern: Elizabeth Shepherd-Popescu: 2009

The Printed Plans of Norwich 1558-1840, A Carto-Bibliography: Raymond Frostick: 2002 

Norwich Cathedral - Church, City and Diocese: 1096 - 1996: Various Eds. 1996

Norwich Since 1550: ed: Carole Rawcliffe & Richard Wilson: 2004 

Norwich - The Growth of a City: Barbara Green & Rachel M R Young: Norfolk Museums Service: 1981

Norwich Houses Before 1700: Vernacular Architecture, Vol 14: 1983

The Oxford History of England: Volume X "The Later Stuarts: 1660-1714 " Basil Williams (ed): 1939
 
The Oxford History of England: Volume XI "The Whig Supremacy: 1714 - 1760" Sir George Clark (ed): 1934 
 
The Oxford History of England: Volume XII "The Reign of George III: 1760 - 1815" J. Steven-Watson (ed): 1960

7 comments:

Katie said...

Interesting to learn more about the repairs to Norwich Castle under The Georges, but what an incredible story about the war against calicoes! I have a photo somewhere of me at Disneyland posing with Donald Duck and I'm wearing a madras calico blazer that my mom made for me. The jacket is long gone, but if I still had it I would make sure never to wear it in Norwich! Those Annual Registers sounds amazing. How cool that you own the one that has the Declaration of Independence. I won't even take offense at being called an Uppity Colonial!

Petrea Burchard said...

Regarding your Uppity Colonials: drool.

I think I told you I recently read a history of Spitalfields, so I knew about the silk riots there. You connected the dots for me with Norwich and calico. I don't know enough history to comment on specifics, but it seems to me that most middle-class or poor people will do whatever they can to cut costs, so when a low-cost alternative is offered they take it—sometimes they must take it. That, I guess, is free trade, or as I like to call it, "The Wal-Marting of the world."

dive said...

Hi, Katie. That's a photo I'd love to see. And yes, we had calico riots, in Spitalfields because the silk weavers were put out of business and in Norwich for Worsteds and Norwich 'Stuffs'.
Th Annual Registers make for great reading. After the State Papers comes the Chronicle of the Year with all the most outrageous stories and gossip such as a mad carriage-chase across London Bridge resulting in the perpetrators running away and leaving a carriage stuffed with freshly-dug corpses they were taking to the anatomists.

Ah, the Wal-Marting of the World. Great phrase and too true, Petrea. Though with the East India Company and the calicoes, the Company was using slave labour in India to make profit for themselves, not caring that British weavers were left destitute. Only the importation of slave-picked cotton from the US to fill the Industrial Revolution cotton mills of northern England could challenge them. Either way, the skilled labourers of Spitafields and Norwich lost out.
The emerging middle classes loved the cheap calicoes, but the working classes on starvation wages had to forage in the dust heaps for rags to wear. Dickens nails it in Hard Times and Our Mutual Friend.

I will do some posts on the silk-weavers' houses in Spitalfields once Norwich Castle is out of the way.

dive said...

Oh, and I cried … I fucking CRIED at the ribbon clutched in Nell's dead hand. DAMMIT! I never cry at historical novels (he cried). The wonderful Ms. Bagwell has certainly done her research. Loved the period slang, the perfect balance between exposition, description and action. I stopped at page 60 when Nell goes to a rehearsal of Henry IV Part 1, grabbed the nearest copy and enjoyed my favourite exchanges between Hal and Falstaff at Mistress Quickly's, imaginging the young Nell watching.
Then dived back into the book. It fair rips along and the non-historical characters are completely believable. The description of the Great Fire is spot on. I only wished each year in the book lasted as long as a year of Sam Pepys' diaries.
I told Mum about it and now she wants to borrow it. Ha! Apart from the necessary unpleasantness at the beginning I am not sure how she'll cope with the detailed instructions on giving a blowie. That came pretty close to William Burroughs' The Place of Dead Roads and Kim Carsons' first. Splendid.
Anyhoo … when next you chat to Ms. B. you can let her know I loved it. My dilemma now is where it shall live. It's currently next to Camelot and Vine and Act As If. Also the Amazonians are now bombarding me with recommendations for historical and erotic fiction, which is hilarious.

Petrea Burchard said...

I'm honored that you placed Gillian's book next to mine. She's well known in the Historical Novel Society, an international group. I shared your comments with her.

dive said...

Many thanks, Petrea; I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I was reading "Culwwch and Olwen" from the Mabinogion the other day and marvelling at how much the earliest Arthur resembles your own in C&V. I love those tales before the French got hold of them. Far more real and believable.

Petrea Burchard said...

I read the Mabinogion while I was researching the story. I read a lot of stuff! I went back and forth from history to myth to archaeology, to try to tell a plausible story about...er, well, something implausible. I wanted Arthur and his people to be real, not mythic. Apparently I achieved it, thank you!

I shared your comments with Gillian and she'd like me to connect the two of you on email, if you've no objections.