I am in your /debt/ for two letters, on topics
most essentially different, but each deeply excellent and interesting in its
way. That which contained the Saints
Journal /of/ the first week in
May /was/ not only delightful to myself
but was a treat conferred on as
many of my numberless visitors as I thought worthy of such a
. The last, Alas! what shall I say to the last? Dear
I have cordially joined in the heartach of the mourning
family. She was not only the favorite but the idol of so many who were able to
appreciate her talents, her principles and her various powers of pleasing. The
wounds of her doating brothers and husband
will not soon be healed, I am glad I saw the latter when he came to fetch his
incomparable Wife. It is a painful pleasure that she so lately spent a fortnight
with me after a separation of so many years. Poor dear little Emily . I assure /you/ I was not the only one who
shed tears at her remarks. Poor dear Child! she was always writing Sermons or
Verses at me when she was here. I do not stand in need of the Memento on the
Table before me, but I am glad I admired her work basket which she gave me, and
when I want /it/ I always say fetch me my Charmile!
I have been so absorbed in business that I could not find time to write to you before
the intervals which business left, company filled up. I have
been deeply concerned for two Parishes in which I have /had/ a
School of nearly 300 for forty four years. They
are all Miners and the times have been so bad, that they could not sell any of their
Ore. Near 1200 human beings were in absolute want. Besides what I was able to do
myself I wrote a pressing account to the Committee for distrest Manufacturers and at
/2/ different times they sent me forty pounds. I have also had some help from a
Society in Bristol Poor Charles with my Horses and
Waggon was travelling all over the Country from four in the morning every other day
in purchasing and carrying them food –I have sent them above two hundred and forty
Sacks of Potatoes and twelve Flitches of Bacon.
I do not in general
give but sell: the bacon which costs me seven
pence a pound I sell for three pence halfpenny, and this Morning I send for
fresh supply back again. Or else I take in return for my food, a small portion
of their Ore, so I am become a perfect Merchant or rather Huckster
keep Shop thro my valuable School Master two days in a Week and if you want any
thing at the cheap Shop nobody shall serve you better. I trust that the worst is
a few kind hearted rich Quakers and myself have subscribed £100
each to sell them at low prices the necessaries of life, we take
their Ore in return, which we hope they may hereafter be able to sell, so we
shall recover part of our money.
My poor Women’s Club feast /in/ different Parishes are just over, my good friend
Miss Frowd presides at these Anniversaries,
and entertains with Tea some hundreds at each place. I call her the Queen of Clubs.
500 Milk Cakes from Bristol and about 14 dishes of Tee are devoured. My Clubs are,
thank God, thro’ my long perseverance become rich.
There will be about £1500 among them when I die.
The foregoing scrawl
was written near a fortnight ago, and I literally have not been
able to finish it.
Wrington Bible Meeting had its
Anniversary on thursday last I have a large dinner on that day to the distant friend
I invite and to the neighbours. Curates who cant afford half a guinea at the public
dinner at the Inn. /Tho/ We were not so splendid this time, as at the last Meeting,
when we had two Bishops dear Sir T. Acland &c
&c yet it was very respectably attended one of the London Secretaries was among
those who dined here; and not only the Clericals, but some Military Men are said to
have spoken well.
We had yesterday a most interesting party
among whom was Dr. Marshman The
very learned Missionary from
Serampore he writes I think
in 13 Dialects of the East, besides the
ancient and Sacred language. It was quite delight[ful] [tear] to hear him tell
the glorious works [tear] Country in that distant one [tear] are proud of being
[tear] that the excellent Sir Robert [tear] [p]arliament; not
merely for the [tear] and More, but as he is the [tear] of Protestantism [tear] best
regards to him and Lady [tear] You and the dear [deletion] /Banker/ have [tear] your intention of coming to see [tear] before
Summer is over. I shall re[tear] to see you as I dare say Mr. Harford [tear] when the Tropical weather is over
[tear] the mean do let me know /how/ affairs are settled, and if all terminated
favourably as your last letter gave me reason to hope. Love to all the dear girls
When you come I shall hope to see
Lucy if you can sleep
Vile and illegible as this
scrawl is, it must
Charmile Grant (variously Charemile or, in the ODNB, Charemelle), second daughter
of Charles Grant senior. She died on 18 December 1825, aged around 35. She was a much
admired member of the Clapham circle: according to Marianne Thornton Madame de Stael
‘said of her that she came nearer to her idea of her own Corinne than any one she
had ever met’ (see Forster, Marianne Thornton, p. 33). Marianne Thornton’s account of her is perhaps the most detailed to survive
(see Forster, pp. 32-4).
Charles and Robert Grant.
Charmile Grant had married, in October 1812, Samuel March Phillipps (1780-1862), a
Emily March Phillipps (d. 1834).
Shipham and Rowberrow in the Mendips. The situation in the two villages had been poor
for more than ten years following the collapse in the brass trade on which the villages
depended to sell the zinc ore they mined.
Properly The Committee for the Relief of the Distressed Manufacturers, formed in 1812
and well supported by evangelicals.
It has not been possible to identify this individual. The Rowberrow and Shipham schools
were originally under the auspices of the wonderfully-named Patience Seward and Flower
Waite, two half-sisters, and two male teachers: the men are unnamed in Anne Stott’s
biography (see Stott, pp. 202-4).