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 …
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."
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.
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






7 comments:
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!
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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