CHAPTER X.

SALTASH

Old Town Hall demolished--Nicholas Tyack--Borough of

Esh--Charters--Albert Bridge--Harbour dues--Contested

elections--Continued contests--Situation of Saltash--Old

houses--The Porter family--The Bonds of Earth--The

boatwomen--Ann Glanville--In the Civil War--Sentences of the

court--Chapel of the Guildhall--Silver cup--Trematon

Castle--Riot at Saltash--Modern Guildhall--Maces--Old shop.

"Just three weeks too late."

That was the answer I received on reaching Saltash and inquiring after

the old Town Hall. It had been pulled down and carted away, and now a

hole in a range of buildings, like that in the jaw produced by the

extraction of a tooth, shows where the old Town Hall had been.

It is a pity it is gone.

[Illustration: MACES AND SEAL OF SALTASH]

Beside it stood an ancient house that had been occupied during the

Commonwealth and the reign of Charles II. by Nicholas Tyack, the mayor.

Nicholas Tyack was a turncoat, but somehow, whichever way he turned his

coat he always turned it to his advantage.

Under the Commonwealth he was not only mayor, but a great Presbyterian

luminary. He harangued and expounded Revelation always in favour of the

Commonwealth and Presbyterianism, and against the Crown and the Mitre.

But no sooner did Charles II. land than he swung completely round. All

his political and religious views changed, and he declared that the

great horn was Old Noll and the little horn was Dickon. By this means

Nicholas Tyack secured his position, and remained mayor of Saltash. He

had been high-handed in his proceedings before; he became more

high-handed under the Restoration. He wanted to apprentice his son in

London; so he took the youth to town, lived well whilst there, and on

his return charged the expenses to the town.

Nicholas had a great advantage in living next door to the Town Hall,

for he was able to break a way into it through the intervening wall.

According to custom and rule, when a meeting of the Town Council was

convened, the Town Hall bell had to be rung; but there was no

specification as to the _hour_ at which a meeting was to be held, nor

was it laid down in black and white that the Hall door was to be

unlocked for the occasion. Now when Nicholas Tyack desired to pass his

accounts, or to transfer some bit of Corporation land to himself, or

legitimatise any other little game to his advantage and the detriment

of the public, he rang the bell at night, kept the Hall door locked,

and admitted his adherents through his private door, held the meeting

in the council-chamber, and passed his accounts and resolutions _nem.

con._

But now both the Town Hall and Tyack's house have been swept away. The

latter had a fine mullioned and many-light window. The house went

first; then the Guildhall.

[Illustration: IN SALTASH]

The story of the borough of Esh, Esc, or Saltash is specially

interesting, as it affords us a precious glimpse into the history of

the origin and growth of our municipal towns.

Esh, that is to say, _water_, was so-called because situated on the

tidal estuary of the united Tamar and Tavy, which junction bears the

name of the Hamoaze (Hem-uisg), the border water between Devon and

Cornwall, between the English and the British tongues.

Here by the water-side settled some serfs, or "natives in stock," of

the Baron de Valletort.

"Natives of stock were the purest and most absolute bondmen.

They were entirely subject to the will of their lord, and were

subject to being placed in any tenement in which he might think

fit to place them; and were compelled to do for him any work he

might call upon them to do; and to pay a sort of capitation tax

if they were allowed to be employed elsewhere."[13]

Living beside the water, these serfs ferried across to Devonport,

managed the fishery, raised oysters, had a mill, and tilled the land

for their lord. But a charter of 1381 exists which is a confirmation by

Reginald de Valletort of earlier charters, wherein his ancestors had

emancipated these serfs, and had conferred on them considerable

liberties. They had been granted certain holdings of land as customary

tenants. They were given a certain tract of land for common use, for

pasturage, etc.; they were accorded the "ferébote," the mill, and the

right to organise themselves into a corporation with an elected

"prepositur." For all this and other liberties they were required to

pay a small acknowledgment to the feudal lord.

This charter was confirmed by royal grant in 1385.

Now the number of conventional tenancies was always the same, but some

of the old habitations on them were pulled down and the sites converted

into gardens, and others were divided up and numerous houses erected on

them. The holders of the tenancies were free burgesses, and formed the

sole body which elected the aldermen and mayor.

In course of time a very curious condition of affairs arose. The

ancient burgage holdings were 160; but many had fallen and were not

rebuilt, and the population of Saltash had vastly extended beyond the

bounds of the ancient borough.

The corporators, or holders of the old free burgages, engrossed to

themselves all power and profit, and excluded from participation the

inhabitants who were not living in the old tenements or on the land

where these had stood. This led to a series of angry disputes. The

privileges were worth fighting for. The corporators grew fat on them,

and their faces shone. The harbour dues--one shilling from every

English vessel and two from every foreign keel that anchored in the

Hamoaze, and seven from each Spanish ship, charged after the

Armada[14]--this brought in much money; so did the common land now

built over, so did the oyster fishery, so did the ferry.

Almost every election of mayor and aldermen led to riots, and the place

simmered perpetually with discontent. This angry feeling was greatly

aggravated when Saltash became a borough, returning two members, and

political controversy was added to the local and borough grievance. By

this time, moreover, the number of free burgages had sunk to about

sixty. Contest succeeded contest, the inhabitants claiming a right to

vote.

In 1784 the corporation, won over by Government promises and

appointments, voted as one man for their nominees. But forty-five

freeholders tendered their votes for the opposition candidates put

forward by their overlords. The House of Commons decided against these

latter, and the Government candidates and the rights of the corporators

were confirmed. Two years later, this decision against the freeholders

was reversed. During four years (1786-1790) the question in whom the

right of voting rested was four times decided--now in one way, then in

another. Finally a compromise was arrived at--one representative of

each set of electors sat for Saltash and "tied" on every important vote

in the House. In 1806 the corporation was again successful.

By the Reform Bill of 1832 it was curtailed in its representation--it

returned one member. Croker tried to prove borough and parish to be

conterminous, but when it was discovered that this was not the case

Saltash was put on Schedule A, and its representative history came to

an end. More fortunate than some other Cornish boroughs, it has

retained its municipal privileges, and boasts of a mayor and

corporation to the present day.

Saltash was enfranchised in 1553 by Edward VI. "A little town," as

described by Captain Courtney, "screening itself under the patronage of

the Earls of Cornwall, and then of the Dukes, it paid tribute to the

Black Prince, and received charters and royalties from Elizabeth."

In her time great sailors and ships of merchandise sailed from Saltash.

The Castle of Trematon, which had belonged to the Valletorts, became a

royal castle, and it was hoped by the advisers of Edward VI. that the

newly-enfranchised borough would be completely subservient to the Crown.

But, like most of the other creations of this period, it passed almost

at once into other hands, and the history of the borough shows the rise

and supremacy of the Buller interest, unbroken during the Protectorate

and unimpaired under the Stuarts. In spite of occasional lapses, the

electors of this little borough continued faithful to the Bullers till

within a few years before the Reform Bill, the connection broken now

and then with flashes of independence.

In 1722 the electors gave thirty-two votes to Swanton and Hughes

against twenty-five for the Buller candidates. The borough, however,

soon learned to repent its independence, and returned to subservience.

For fifty years there was no contested election, but in 1772 the Buller

candidate was defeated. Nevertheless, on petition he secured the seat.

In 1780 ensued another struggle with the patrons, and the Bullers were

defeated, much to the joy of George III.

Again there was a contest in 1784, rendered, like the former struggles,

doubtful because of the ambiguity in the right of voting, as already

described.

As early as 1393 the county assizes were held in Saltash. The first

charter of incorporation--that already alluded to--was granted in the

reign of Henry III., and received confirmation under Richard II.

Charles II. renewed it, with additional privileges, in 1662. Thus, like

Camelford, Saltash has had six centuries of corporate existence, and,

grey and antique, seems to gaze with scorn upon the odious Albert

Bridge flung across the Hamoaze by Brunel in 1857-9, at a cost of

£230,000, for the Cornwall line, and which, from whatever point it be

looked at, is an eyesore.

Saltash occupies the steep slope of the hill that descends to the

water's edge. The main street is as steep as the side of a roof. In it

on each side are the remains of very ancient houses that were once

those of merchants of substance and corporators exercising almost

despotic power in the little town. Old windows, carved doorways, and

even, when these have disappeared, panelled rooms and handsome plaster

ceilings, proclaim at once antiquity and wealth.

There is much of interest remaining in Saltash. Not only are there in

it still many ancient houses, but several of the ancient families that

were burgage tenants hundreds of years ago are still represented there.

As an instance we may notice the Porters. These were the janitors of

Trematon Castle. The first of this family in a deed of the thirteenth

century, noticed as gatekeeper of Trematon, was granted a plot of land

outside the castle walls, which has remained in the hands of the

Porters to the present day. The arms of the family--sable, three bells

argent, a canton ermine--have undoubted reference to the duties of the

porter to answer the bell and to ring the alarum. The motto

"Vigilantibus" is no less significant.

The Bonds of Earth were landholders under the Valletorts; they remained

for centuries on the soil, and in their name recalled their origin; and

the name Tyack has much the same significance in Cornish.

Saltash has long been famous for its boatwomen. Mr. Justice Boucaut, a

Saltash man, and late Premier of South Australia, at a recent banquet

at Adelaide, spoke with affection of his native Ashe, and in the course

of his speech said:--

"I won't even dilate on the pluck and endurance of the Saltash

women rowers. It was a pretty sight to see half a dozen boats

start in a regatta with all the women in snow-white frilled

caps and frilled jackets. One crew, of which Ann Glanville was

stroke, and which I have seen row, would beat a crew of men of

the same number, and would not, I believe, have thought it

anything very wonderful to beat a crew of men with a couple of

men extra. I read in the _Times_ that Ann Glanville, then an

old woman, upwards of eighty, was introduced to the Duke of

Cornwall when he was down West, and I have often heard that she

used to row round the captain's man-of-war gigs in the Hamoaze

and chaff the bluejackets."

[Illustration: ANNE GLANVILLE]

This Ann Glanville (stroke), Jane House, Emilia Lee, and Hyatt Hocking

formed the crew of the celebrated Saltash rowing women who won against

crews of men at Plymouth, Portsmouth, Liverpool, and Hull. In 1850 a

match was arranged between the Saltash women and a crew of Frenchmen,

and Ann Glanville with the rest went to Havre in the _Brunswick_

(Captain Russell). They were escorted into the town by bands and the

military, and received by the mayor and corporation.

The Saltash crew, steered by Captain Russell, won easily in the match.

The women were dressed in black skirts, long white bedgowns, and

nightcaps. Mrs. House was so elated at the victory, that on reaching

the committee-boat she plunged into the water, dived under the vessel,

and came up with dripping and drooping nightcap on the opposite side.

Ann was well known to H.R.H. the Duke of Edinburgh, R.N., and Lord

Charles Beresford, R.N. She died in 1880 at the age of eighty-four.

A boat of Saltash women still appears at regattas, but it is now

difficult to--can we say _man_ it? The present generation of women do

not take to the water as did their mothers.

Saltash has for long been an unrivalled nursery for the navy, and a

place to which old salts love to retire.

In 1643 the Cornish forces, about 7000 strong, lay at Saltash under

Slanning, at Liskeard under Lord Mohun, at Launceston under Trevanion,

and at Stratton under Sir Bevil Grenville. At the outbreak of war, King

Charles fortified Saltash, but in the following year, 1644, it was

taken by the Parliamentary forces under Lord Essex, who at once

strengthened the works, and also added a 400-ton ship, and sixteen

pieces of cannon at the bottom of the hill. After the Royalist victory

at Braddock Down, near Liskeard, the vanquished, under General Ruthven,

retreated to their stronghold at Saltash, and here made an obstinate

resistance; but the Royalists, led by Grenville and Mohun, attacked the

place, took it, and made havoc among the rebels, many of whom were

drowned. Their leader, Ruthven, succeeded in effecting his escape to

Plymouth, which was held for the Parliament by a member of my own

family, Colonel William Gould.

This resulted in the Royalists recovering the whole of Cornwall.

Saltash, however, was again occupied by the Parliamentary forces in

1645.

[Illustration: CHALICE, SALTASH]

Among the rights and privileges exercised by the borough of Saltash was

that the mayor or recorder held a court of quarter sessions till 1886.

In 1772 a woman was sentenced to be stripped to her waist and whipped

in public for stealing a hat. But this sentence, if repugnant to our

sense of decency, was light compared to one passed in 1844 on two women

for stealing some shirting wherewith to make garments for their

husbands. They were transported for seven years. The natural result was

that they married again and settled in Botany Bay, and the husbands

found for themselves fresh mates at Saltash. In this century the mayor

sentenced a man to transportation for stealing a watch at a regatta.

The only church at Saltash is the chapel of the Guildhall, and the

chaplain formerly had a bad time of it as the creature of the mayor.

Happily the advowson was sold in 1836 for £405, and fell to the bishop.

The church possesses a splendid piece of plate, a silver cup over a

foot high. This was given to the church in 1624 by Ambrose and Abraham

Jennens and William Pawley, but it is far older.

It is said in the place that it is of Spanish workmanship, and was part

of the spoil of a vessel of the great Armada. This, however, is not the

case; it is a fine example of English silversmith's work of the reign

of Henry VII.

The Castle of Trematon, to which the original serfs of Saltash owed

service, still exists. It is not remarkable for picturesqueness. It

occupies the top of a wooded hill on the banks of the Lynher,

overlooking the Hamoaze and Plymouth harbour, and consists of a keep,

the base-court, and the gate-house. The keep, placed at the north-east

angle of the court, is oval in form, and dates from the thirteenth

century. The walls are ten feet thick and thirty feet high. It was

wrecked by the Cornish peasants, who rose against the Reformation,

stormed the castle, and took the governor prisoner.

Among the many broils that took place in Saltash between the

corporation and the great body of townsmen the most serious was in

1806, when the Rev. John Buller was mayor. On this occasion the mob

broke into the Guildhall, where the mayor stood to his post on the

stairs, and for some time held back the crowd, dealing mighty blows

with the silver-gilt mace, and cracking therewith many crowns. Finally

the rioters succeeded in getting hold of the chest, and they destroyed

or purloined all the documents it contained, with the object of getting

rid of the evidence in favour of the corporation. At the same time they

carried off the silver oar, the symbol of jurisdiction over the

Hamoaze, and this was not recovered for fifty years.

The corporation maces are singularly handsome and weighty, and are of

silver-gilt.

The present Guildhall is erected over the market-house, and was built

in 1770. It is ugly, and has this alone to recommend it, that it is

unpretentious.

On the daïs within are three handsome carved oak chairs, that for the

mayor having the arms of the borough on the panel--a lion rampant

within a bordure bezanted. On each side of the shield is a Prince of

Wales' ostrich plume.

A late mayor was the brother of the famous astronomer, Professor Adams.

The official costume of the mayor includes a robe of scarlet cloth

trimmed with sable and a cocked hat; the justice or ex-mayor has a

black mantle; and the mace-bearers have scarlet, silver-laced gowns and

three-cornered hats. The maces date from 1696, and were presented by

Francis Buller, Esq., and are three feet seven inches high.

Near the water, almost crushed under the mighty arch of Brunel's

viaduct, is a little old shop with the date on it of 1584, and it is

one of the very few specimens of a shop of that period that remain to

us absolutely untouched.

It is precisely the sort of shop "in our alley" from which Sally must

have issued to meet her lover.

And verily, as I stood drawing the quaint old place, there peeped out

at me an absolutely ideal Sally.

"Her father he makes cabbage nets,

And through the streets does cry 'em;

Her mother she sells laces long,

To such as please to buy 'em.

But sure such folks could ne'er beget

So sweet a girl as Sally!

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley."

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