Old and New London, A Narrative of its History, its People and its Places. Illustrated with Numerous Engravings from the Most Authentic Sources. vol 2

Thornbury, Walter

1872-78

Chapter LII:Newgate.Newgate Exterior Newgate Gateway Newgate New Counters Newgate Calendar Newgate Interior The Garroter's Reward

Chapter LII:Newgate.Newgate Exterior Newgate Gateway Newgate New Counters Newgate Calendar Newgate Interior The Garroter's Reward

 

Newgate, which Stow classifies as the principal gate in the city wall, was built about the reign of Henry I. or Stephen, and was a prison for felons and trespassers at least as early as the reign of King John. It was erected when, being rebuilt, the old wards, from to Ludgate, were stopped up by enclosures and building materials, and people had to work round deviously by and the old Exchange to get to Ludgate.

In the year the king wrote to the Sheriffs of London,

commanding them to repair the gaol at Newgate, for the safe keeping of his prisoners, promising that the charges laid out should be allowed them upon their accompt in the Exchequer

(Stow). In some rich Jews (accused of imaginary crimes) were ordered to pay , or be kept perpetual prisoners at Newgate and other prisons. In this same reign Henry sent the sheriffs to the Tower, and fined the city , for allowing a convicted priest, who had killed a prior, a cousin of the queen, to escape from Newgate. Sir William in left money to relieve the prisoners in Newgate, and Whittington left money to rebuild the prison. In there was again a break-out from Newgate prison. Lord Egremond, Sir Thomas and Sir Richard Percy, committed to Newgate for a fray in the north country with the Earl of Salisbury's sons, in which fray many were maimed or slain, broke out of prison by night, and went to petition the king, the other prisoners, in the meantime, garrisoning the leads of Newgate, and defending it against all the sheriffs; till at last the citizens were called up to subdue and lay in irons the reckless rebels.

The gate was repaired in -, destroyed in the Great Fire, and rebuilt in a stronger and more convenient way, with a postern for foot passengers. On the east or city side of the old prison were stone statues-Justice, Mercy, and Truth; and on the west, or side-Liberty (with Whittington's cat at her feet), Peace, Plenty, and Concord. of these figures, which survived the Gordon riots, ornament part of the front of the present prison.

Howard, the philanthropist, writing in , gives a favourable account of the Newgate of .

The cells,

says Howard,

built in old Newgate, a few years since, for condemned malefactors, are still used for the same purpose. There are upon each of the three floors five, all vaulted, near 9 feet high to the crown. Those on the ground-

The Casket on Newgate floor measure full 9 feet by near 6 feet; the five on the first storey are a little larger (9 1/2 feet by 6 feet), on account of the set-off in the wall; and the five uppermost still a little larger, for the same reason. In the upper part of each cell is a window, double grated, near 3 feet by 1 1/2. The doors are 4 inches thick. The strong stone wall is lined all round each cell with planks, studded with broad-headed nails. In each cell is a barrack bedstead. I was told by those who attended them that criminals who had affected an air of boldness during their trial, and appeared quite unconcerned at the pronouncing sentence upon them, were struck with horror, and shed tears, when brought to these darksome, solitary abodes.

The chapel is plain and neat. Below is the chaplain's seat, and three or four pews for the felons; that in the centre is for the condemned. On each side is a gallery: that for the women is towards their ward; in it is a pew for the keeper, whose presence may set a good example, and be otherwise useful. The other gallery, towards the debtors' ward, is for them. The stairs to each gallery are on the outside of the chapel. I attended there several times, and Mr. Villette read the prayers distinctly, and with propriety. The prisoners who were present seemed attentive; but we were disturbed by the noise in the court. Surely they who will not go to chapel, who are by far the greater number, should be locked up in their rooms during the time of divine service, and not suffered to hinder the edification of such as are better disposed.

The chaplain, or ordinary, besides his salary, has a house in Newgate Street, clear of land-tax; Lady Barnadiston's legacy, £ 6 a year; an old legacy paid by the Governors of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, £ 10 a year; and lately had two freedoms yearly, which commonly sold for £ 25 each; and the city generally presented him, once in six months, with another freedom. Now he has not the freedoms, but his salary is augmented to £ 180, and the sheriffs pay him £ 3 12s. He engages, when chosen, to hold no other living.

Debtors have, every Saturday, from the Chamber of London, eight stone of beef; fines, four stone; and, some years, felons, eight stone. Debtors have several legacies. I inquired for a list of them, and Mr. Akerman told me the table in Maitland's Survey was authentic. The amount of it is £ 52 5s. 8d. a year. There are other donations mentioned by Maitland, amounting to sixty-four stone of beef, and five dozen of bread

Here I cannot forbear mentioning a practice, which probably had its origin from the ancient mode of torture, though now it seems only a matter of form. When prisoners capitally convicted at the Old Bailey are brought up to receive sentence, and the judge asks, What have you to say why judgment of death and execution should not be awarded against you? the executioner slips a whipcord noose about their thumbs. This custom ought to be abolished.

At my visit, in 1779, the gaol was clean, and free from offensive scents. On the felons' side there were only three sick, in one of the upper wards. An infirmary was building, near the condemned cells. Of the 141 felons, &c., there were ninety-one convicts and fines who had only the prison allowance of a penny loaf a day. Mr. Akerman generously contributed towards their relief. In the felons' court the table of fees, painted on a board, was hung up.

The gaol was burnt by the rioters in 1780. but is rebuilt on the same plan. The men's quadrangle is now divided into three courts. In the first court are those who pay 3s. 6d. a week for a bed; in the next, the poorer felons; and in the other, now, the women. Under the chapel are cells for the refractory. Two rooms, adjoining to the condemned cells, are built for an infirmary, in one of which, at my last visit, there were sixteen sick. Of the 291 prisoners in 1782, 225 were men and 66 women. Upwards of 100 of them were transports, 89 fines, 21 under sentence of death, and the remainder lay for trial. Some of the condemned had been long sick and languishing in their cells.

From the Session Papers for , we gather a very vivid and picturesque notion of the destruction of Newgate during the Gordon riots. The mob came pouring down , between and o'clock, on the evening of the . There were flags carried by the ringleaders--the of green silk, with a Protestant motto; the , dirty blue, with a red cross; the , a flag of the Protestant Union. A sailor named Jackson had hoisted the flag in , when Justice Hyde had launched a party of horse upon the people; and when the rabble had sacked the justice's house in , Jackson shouted,

Newgate, a-hoy!

and led the people on to the . Mr. Akerman, a friend of Boswell, and of the keepers of Newgate, had had intimation of the danger hours before, when a friend of of the prisoners called upon him just as he was packing up his plate for removal, told him

he should be the

one

hung presently,

and cursed him. Exactly at , of the rioters knocked at Mr. Akerman's door, which had been already barred,

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bolted, and chained. A maid-servant had just put up the shutters, when the glass over the hall-door was dashed into her face. The ringleader who knocked was better dressed than the rest, and wore a dark brown coat and round hat. The man knocked times, and rang times; then, finding no came, ran down the steps,

made his obeisance to the mob,

pointed to the door, then retired. The mob was perfectly organised, and led by about men walking abreast. men carried iron crowbars, mattocks, and chisels, and after them followed

an innumerable company,

armed with bludgeons and the spokes of cart-wheels. The band instantly divided into parts- set went to work at Mr. Akerman's door with the mattocks, a went to the debtors' door, and a to the felons'. A shower of bludgeons instantly demolished the windows of the keeper's house; and while these sticks were still falling in showers, men, of them a mad Quaker, the son of a rich corn-factor, who wore a mariner's jacket, came forward with a scaffold-pole, and drove it like a battering-ram against the parlour shutters. A lad in a sailor's jacket then got on a man's shoulders, and rammed in the half-broken shutters with furious blows of his bullet-head. A chimney-sweeper's boy then scrambled in, cheered by the mob, and after him the mad Quaker. A moment more, and the Quaker appeared at the -floor window, flinging out pictures into the street. Presently, the parlour window gave way, the house-door was forced, and the furniture and broken chattels in the street were set in a blaze. All this time a circle of men, better dressed than the rest, stood in the , exciting and encouraging the rioters. The leader of these sympathiser was a negro servant, named Benjamin Bowsey, afterwards hung for his share in the riot. of the leaders in this attack was a mad waiter from the St. Alban's Tavern, named Thomas Haycock. He was very prominent, and he swore that there should not be a prison standing in London on the morrow, and that the Bishop of London's house and the Duke of Norfolk's should come down that night.

They were well supported, he shouted to the mob,

for there were or noblemen and members of Parliament on their side. This man helped to break up a bureau, and collected sticks to bum down the doors of Akerman's house. While Akerman's house was still burning, the servants escaping over the roofs, and Akerman's neighbours were down among the. mob, entreating them to spare the houses of innocent persons, a waiter, named Francis Mockford, who wore a hat with a blue cockade in it, went up to the prison-gate and held up the main key, and shouted to the turnkeys,

D----! you, here is the key of Newgate; open the door!

Mockford, who was eventually sentenced to death for this riot, afterwards took the prison keys, and flung them over . George Sims, a tripeman in , always forward in street quarrels, then went up to the great gate in the with some others, and swore desperately that

he would have the gates down-curse him, he would have the gates down!

Then the storm broke; the mob rushed on the gate with the sledge-hammers and pickaxes they had stolen from coachmakers, blacksmiths, and braziers in and , and plied them with untiring fury. The tripeman, who carried a bludgeon, urged them on; and the servant of Akerman, having known the man for several years, called to him through the hatch,

Very well, George the tripeman; I shall mark you in particular!

Then John Glover, a black, a servant of a Mr. Phillips, a barrister in , who was standing on the steps leading to the felons' gate (the main gate), dressed in a rough short jacket, and a round hat trimmed with dirty silver lace, thumped at the door with a gun-barrel, which he afterwards tried to thrust through the grating into the faces of the turnkeys, while another split the door with a hatchet. The mob, finding they could not force the stones out round the hatch, then piled Akerman's shattered furniture, and placing it against the gates set the heap on fire.

Several times the gate caught fire, and as often the turnkeys inside pushed down the burning furniture with broomsticks, which they pushed through the hatch, and kept swilling the gates with water, in order to cool them, and to keep the lead that soldered the hinges from melting and giving way. But all their efforts were in vain; for the flames, now spreading fast from Akerman's house, gradually burnt in to the fore-lodge and chapel, and set the different wards after the other on fire. Crabbe--the poet, who was there as a spectator, describes seeing the prisoners come up out of the dark cells with their heavy irons, and looking pale and scared. Some of them were carried off on horseback, their irons still on, in triumph by the mob, who then went and burnt down the Fleet. At the trial of Richard Hyde, the poor mad Quaker, who had been of the to scramble through. Mr. Akerman's windows, the most conclusive proofs were brought forward of the prisoner's insanity. A grocer in , with whom he had lodged, deposed to his burning a bible, and to his thrashing him. day at the

Doctor

Butler's head,

in , the crazed fellow had come in, and pretended to cast the nativities of persons drinking there. He also prophesied how long each of them would live. On hearing this evidence, the prisoner broke out:

Well, and they might live

three hundred

years, if they knew how to live; but they gorge themselves like aldermen. Callipash and callipee kills half the people.

It was also shown that, the night after the burning of Newgate, the prisoner came to a poor woman's house in , Covent Garden, and he then wore an old grey great-coat and a flapped hat, painted blue. As the paint was wet, the woman asked him to let her dry it. He replied,

No, you are a fool; my hat is

blue

(the Protestant colour);

it is the colour of the heavens. I would not have it dried for the world.

When the woman brought him a pint of beer, he drank once, and then pushed it angrily on side. He then said,

I have tasted it once, I must taste it

three

times; it is against the heavens to drink only once out of a pot.

Doctor Munro, the physician who attended George III. in his madness, deposed to the insanity both of the prisoner's father and the prisoner. He was sent to a mad-house.

 

Crabbe, who, having failed as a surgeon and apothecary down at Aldborough, his native place, had just come up to London to earn his bread as a poet, and being on the brink of starvation, was about to apply to Burke for patronage and bread. Rambling in a purposeless way about London to while away the miserable time, the young poet happened to reach the just as the ragged rioters set it on fire to warm their Protestantism. Suddenly, at a turning out of , on his way back to his lodgings at a hairdresser's shop near the Exchange, a scene of terror and horror broke red upon the view of the mild young Suffolk apothecary. The new prison, Crabbe says, in his kept for the perusal of his Myra (), was a very large, strong, and beautiful building, having wings besides Mr. Akerman's house, and strong intermediate works and other adjuncts. Akerman had rioters in custody, and these rascals the mob demanded. He begged he might send to the sheriff, but this was not per mitted.

How he escaped, or where he is gone, I know not; but just at the time I speak of, they set fire to his house, broke in, and threw every piece of furniture they could find into the street,

Burning Of Newgate. (From A Contemporary Print.)

firing them also in an instant. The engines came

(they were mere squirts in those days),

but were only suffered to preserve the private houses near the prison.

This was about half-past .

As I was standing near the spot, there approached another body of men--I suppose

five

hundredand Lord George Gordon in a coach drawn by the mob, towards Alderman Bull's, bowing as he passed along. He is a lively-looking young man in appearance, and nothing more, though just now the reigning hero. By

eight

o'clock Akerman's house was in flames. I went close to it, and never saw anything so dreadful. The prison was, as I said, a remarkably strong building; but, determined to force it, they broke the gates with crows and other instruments, and climbed up the outside of the cell part, which joins the

two

great wings of the building, where the felons were confined; and I stood where I plainly saw their operations. They broke the roof, tore away the rafters; and having got ladders they descended. Not Orpheus himself had more courage or better luck. Flames all around them, and a body of soldiers expected, they defied and laughed at all opposition. The prisoners escaped. I stood and saw about

twelve

women and

eight

men ascend from their confinement to the open air, and they were conducted through the street in their chains.

Three

of these were to be hanged on Friday

(Newgate was burnt on the Tuesday).

You have no conception of the frenzy of the multitude. This being done, and Akerman's house now a mere shell of brickwork, they kept a store of flame there for other purposes. It became red-hot, and the doors and windows appeared like the entrance to so many volcanoes. With some difficulty they then fired the debtors' prison, broke the doors, and they, too, all made their escape. Tired of the scene, I went home, and returned again at

eleven

o'clock at night. I met large bodies of horse and foot soldiers, coming to guard the Bank, and some houses of Roman Catholics near it. Newgate was at this time open to all; any

one

might get in, and, what was never the case before, any

one

might get out. I did both, for the people were now chiefly lookers-on. The mischief was done, and the doers of it gone to. another part of the town

(to , to burn Lord Mansfield's house).

But I must not omit what struck me most: about

ten

or

twelve

of the mob getting to the top of the debtors' prison, whilst it was burning, to halloo, they appeared rolled in black smoke mixed with sudden bursts of fire--like Milton's infernals, who were as familiar with flame as with each other.

On the Wednesday, the day after the fire, a big carelessly-dressed man worked his way to the ruins from Bolt Court, . The burly man's name was Doctor Samuel Johnson, and he wrote to Mrs. Thrale and her husband a brief account of what had happened since the Friday before. On that day Lord George Gordon and the mob went to , and that night the rioters burnt the in , . On Monday they gutted Sir George Saville's house in ; on Tuesday pulled down the house of Sir John Fielding, the blind magistrate and the novelist's half-brother, in ; and the same night burnt Newgate, Lord Mansfield's house in Bloomsbury, and a in . On Wednesday they burnt the Fleet and the King's Bench, and attacked the , but were driven off by a party of constables headed by John Wilkes.

On Wednesday,

says the doctor, to come to what he actually saw himself,

I walked with Doctor Scott, to look at Newgate, and found it in ruins, with the fire yet glowing. As I went by, the Protestants were plundering the Sessions House at the Old Bailey. There were not, I believe, a hundred; but they did their work at leisure, in full security, without sentinels, without trepidation, as men lawfully employed in full day. Such is the cowardice of a commercial place. On Wednesday they broke open the Fleet, and the King's Bench, and the Marshalsea, and Wood Street Compter, and Clerkenwell Bridewell, and released all the prisoners. At night they set fire to the Fleet, and to the King's Bench, and I don't know how many other places; and one might see the glare of conflagration fill the sky from many parts. The sight was dreadful. Some people were threatened. Mr. Strahan advised me to take care of myself.

Several chapels have been destroyed, and several inoffensive Papists have been plundered; but the high sport was to burn the gaols. This was a good rabble trick. The debtors and the criminals were all set at liberty; but of the criminals, as has always happened, many are already re-taken, and two pirates have surrendered themselves, and it is expected that they will be pardoned. Then follows a fine touch of irony: Jack (Wilkes), who was always zealous for order and decency, declares that if he be trusted with power, he will not leave a rioter alive. There is, however, now no longer any need of heroism or bloodshed no blue ribbon (the badge of the rioters) is any longer worn. As for Thrale, his brewery escaped pretty well. The men gave away a cask or two of beer to the mob, and when the rioters came on a second and more importunate visit, the soldiers received them.

 
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 Title Page
 Chapter I: Fishmonger's Hall and Fish Street Hill
 Chapter II: London Bridge
 Chapter III: Upper Thames Street
 Chapter IV: Upper Thames Street
 Chapter V: Lower Thames Street
 Chapter VI: The Tower
 Chapter VII: The Tower (continued)
 Chapter VIII: Old Jewel House
 Chapter IX: The Tower, Visitors to the Tower
 Chapter X: The Neighbourhood of the Tower
 Chapter XI: Neighbourhood of the Tower, The Mint
 Chapter XII: Neighbourhood Of The Tower
 Chapter XIII: St. Katherine's Docks
 Chapter XIV: The Tower Subway and London Docks
 Chapter XV: The Thames Tunnel
 Chapter XVI: Stepney
 Chapter XVII: Whitechapel
 Chapter XVIII: Bethnal Green
 Chapter XIX: Spitalfields
 Chapter XX: Bishopsgate
 Chapter XXI: Bishopsgate
 Chapter XXII: Cornhill
 Chapter XXIII: Leadenhall Street
 Chapter XXIV: Leadenhall Street
 Chapter XXV: Shoreditch
 Chapter XXVI: Moorfields
 Chapter XXVII: Aldersgate Street
 Chapter XXVIII: Aldersgate Street
 Chapter XXIX: Cripplegate
 Chapter XXX: Aldgate
 Chapter XXXI: Islington
 Chapter XXXII: Islington
 Chapter XXXIII: Canonbury
 Chapter XXXIV: Highbury-Upper Holloway-King's Cross
 Chapter XXXV: Pentonville
 Chapter XXXVI: Sadler's Wells
 Chapter XXXVII: Bagnigge Wells
 Chapter XXXIII: Coldbath Fields and Spa Fields
 Chapter XXXIX: Hockley-In-The-Hole
 Chapter XL: Clerkenwell
 Chapter XLI: Clerkenwell-(continued)
 Chapter XLII: Smithfield
 Chapter XLIII: Smithfield and Bartholomew Fair
 Chapter XLIV: The Churches of Bartholomeu-The-Great and Bartholomew-The-Less
 Chapter XLV: St. Bartholomew's Hospital
 Chapter XLVI: Christ's Hospital
 Chapter XLVII: The Charterhouse
 Chapter XLVIII: The Charterhouse--(continued)
 Chapter XLIX: The Fleet Prison
 Chapter L: The Fleet River and Fleet Ditch
 Chapter LI: Newgate Street
 Chapter LII: Newgate
 Chapter LII: Newgate (continued)
 Chapter LIV: The Old Bailey
 Chapter LV: St. Sepulchre's and its Neighbourhood
 Chapter LVI: The Metropolitan Meat-Market
 Chapter LVII: Farringdon Street, Holborn Viaduct, and St. Andrew's Church
 Chapter LVIII: Ely Place
 Chapter LIX: Holborn, to Chancery Lane
 Chapter LX: The Northern Tributaries of Holborn
 Chapter LXI: The Holborn Inns of Court and Chancery
 Chapter LXII: The Holborn Inns of Court and Chancery (continued)