The Guildhall was built or, rather, restored in 1696, some years after

Sir Christopher Wren represented the town, and it may be safely asserted

that he had no hand in designing the present elevation, because, quaint

and picturesque though it is, his style is nowhere stamped on it. It is,

however, said (with what truth I cannot say) that he was the architect

of Plympton House, a large and substantial mansion, with a façade of

Portland stone, erected in the reign of Queen Anne for Mr. Commissioner

Ourry, of Plymouth Dockyard. It is a plain but costly building, in the

then newly-adopted style, with a certain French character about it. The

large and broad barred sash windows, with their weights and pulleys,

which were novelties at that time, must have greatly puzzled Snug, the

joiner of Plympton, who had been accustomed all his days to the old

English casements.

The Guildhall has more of the mediæval character about it, with its

pillars and arches and covered way, like the Chester Rows, and probably

it was intended to have some resemblance to the Guildhall in the county

town—a humble but by no means unsuccessful imitation. Thus we follow

suit in buildings as in everything else, though the architecture of our

towns would, no doubt, be more entertaining if we oftener aimed at

originality, and played a card of our own occasionally.[10]

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Footnote 10:

Over the Guildhall are the arms, carved in stone, of Sir Thomas

Trevor, Knight, and Sir George Treby, Knight. Members of the Treby

family were often connected with the corporation of the borough. In

1755 the parishioners at a vestry then held passed a resolution

concerning the ringing of the church bells, “George Treby, Esq., and

the other gentlemen belonging to the corporation,” being respectfully

included in the said resolution.

“Agreed on Easter Monday, March the 31st day, 1755, by us whose names

are hereunto subscribed, being the Parishioners then present at the

Vestry then held. That only five persons shall, and are by the

authority of the said Vestry allowed to ring the Bells of this Parish

for the future, and that they shall ring only on such public days as

the Parishioners shall from time to time agree to and approve of, and

that the said five persons that shall undertake to Ring shall be

obliged likewise to chime the Bells on every Sunday in the forenoon

and the afternoon, at the proper season for Divine Service, and that

they shall be obliged to give their due and regular attendance, both

in the fore and afternoon of every Sunday upon the Service of the

church, and that they be at Liberty to ring for George Treby, Esq.,

and the other Gentlemen belonging to the Corporation, as often as the

said Gentlemen shall signify it to be their pleasure to have the Bells

rung, and that the said Ringers are never to ring after _Eight_ of the

clock in the Evening, or before Seven in the morning.”

“The Ringers are never to ring after Eight.” Thus are old customs and

traditions handed down from age to age.

“The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day.”

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Speaking of cards reminds me that in the same street with the Guildhall

are some curious old slated fronts, in which the slates have been cut in

the shape of clubs, spades, hearts, and diamonds. Under these fronts we

have also the covered way.

We now come to a building a little to the south-east of the church,

around which so many treasured associations cluster, that we hardly know

whether we have yet said adieu to the sacred edifices of Plympton. The

old Grammar School is the most venerable and interesting school of art

in all England. Here the greatest English painter—a man for “all

time”—learnt the first principles of drawing. The house in which he was

born overlooks his schoolroom and his playground. Here, too, Northcote,

his clever and eccentric pupil, acquired his, perhaps not very classic,

education. This, also, was the first school of the late distinguished

President of the Royal Academy, Sir Charles Eastlake, and the _Alma

Mater_ of poor Benjamin Haydon. A mournful interest, indeed, attaches to

the building as connected with the last-mentioned name. The year before

he died Haydon visited the old Grammar School, and wrote his name in

pencil on the wall, where you may still see it:—

B. R. Haydon,

Historical Painter, London,

Educated here 1801.

Rev. W. Haines (Master).

Head Boy then.

This was only a few months before a dark and impenetrable cloud shrouded

the clear intellect of this gifted man, and his life—so useful, but so

ill-requited—closed in saddest gloom.

The key-stone of the doorway under the cloister gives the date of the

building as 1664. Strange to say, it is a Gothic structure of the most

picturesque design and arrangement. At the time it was built,

architecture had been given over almost entirely to the Renaissance and

Italian schools. It is singular, therefore, to find here at Plympton an

unconventional style adopted at such a time, but it has been suggested

that the same eccentric architect who designed the fine Gothic church of

Charles in Plymouth in the middle of the seventeenth century built also

the Grammar School in the neighbouring town, and the points of

resemblance are certainly very great. We have the same evidence of the

desire to do something good and true in both—the same good outline and

arrangement of parts, and the same superadded faults in little details,

as though the designer himself knew what he was about, but could not

bring his workmen up to the mark. No wonder little Reynolds saw

something to admire in the outline and shadows of the cloisters, for

nothing can be better than the proportions of the pillars and arches,

and the banding of the masonry over in alternate courses about six

inches high, of granite and dark limestone. In fact, the lower portion

of the building is the most pleasing piece of masonry in this

neighbourhood; and though the large square-headed windows over are not

so good, yet the angle of the roof is excellent, and the large

Perpendicular windows at the ends not without merit. The schoolroom is

about sixty-three feet long by twenty-six feet in width, the master’s

desk at one end, and on each side of the window (over) a rudely-painted

shield, with the armorial bearings of Hele and Maynard. Overhanging the

entrance on one side is a small gallery, approached from a chamber

probably once used as a class or flogging room, but now too dilapidated

for either practical purpose, and much in keeping with the rest of the

building, which is rather out at elbows. In fact—what with the Castle,

Priory, and Grammar School—the description which the American gave of

Rome will apply to Plympton—“_Quite_ a nice place, but the public

buildings very much out of repair.” The Master’s house adjoins the

school-room, and here the great painter was born. The front appears to

be comparatively modern, but the bedroom in which he is said to have

first seen the light is in the back and older part of the house, with a

window overlooking the school and playground, as before mentioned. Some

rough sketches, drawn by Reynolds in his youth, were to be seen on the

walls of this room when Haydon and Wilkie visited the house in 1809, but

have since been obliterated by some barbarous whitewasher. The engraving

represents the cloisters of the Grammar School, the subject of almost

the first drawing Reynolds ever made.

Sir Joshua Reynolds was born on the 16th July, 1723, and was baptized on

the 30th of the same month, when, by mistake, his name was entered in

the register as Joseph.

It is unnecessary here to give anything like a sketch of the great

painter’s career, but one or two incidents connected with the place of

his birth (to which throughout his life he was strongly attached) may be

mentioned. He regarded with the greatest satisfaction and pleasure his

visit to Devonshire with Dr. Johnson in 1762. It was on this occasion

that Northcote first saw his great master. It seems that Sir Joshua went

to Plymouth Dock, in company with the Doctor, on a certain day when

there was a great commotion in reference to some local matter, probably

the water question. “I remember,” says Northcote, “when he was pointed

out to me at a public meeting, where a great crowd was assembled, I got

as near to him as I could from the pressure of the people, to touch the

skirt of his coat, which I did with great satisfaction to my mind.”

In 1772, Sir Joshua was elected to the Aldermanic gown of Plympton, Lord

Mount Edgcumbe acquainting him by letter of the circumstance. The letter

in which he acknowledges the honour, with most hearty thanks, is in the

Cottonian Museum at Plymouth. In the following year he was chosen Mayor

of the borough, and he declared that this circumstance gave him more

gratification than any other honour which he had received during his

life; and this sentiment he expressed when it was rather out of place,

as the following circumstance related by Northcote will shew. Reynolds

had built for his recreation on Richmond Hill a villa, of which Sir

William Chambers was architect, and in the summer season it was the

frequent custom of Sir Joshua to dine at this place with select parties

of his friends. “It happened some little time before he was to be

elected Mayor of Plympton that, one day, after dining at the house,

himself and his party took an evening walk in Richmond Gardens, when,

very unexpectedly, at a turning of one of the avenues, they suddenly met

the King, accompanied by a part of the Royal Family; and when, as his

Majesty saw him, it was impossible for him to withdraw without being

noticed. The King called to him, and immediately entered into

conversation, and told him that he had been informed of the office that

he was soon to be invested with—that of being made the Mayor of his

native town of Plympton. Sir Joshua was astonished that so minute and

inconsiderable a circumstance, which was of importance only to himself,

should have come so quickly to the knowledge of the King; but he assured

his Majesty of its truth, saying it was an honour which gave him more

pleasure than any other he had ever received in his life; and then,

luckily recollecting himself, added, ‘except that which your Majesty was

graciously pleased to bestow upon me,’ alluding to his knighthood.”

On the occasion of his being elected Mayor, he presented to his

much-loved native town his own portrait, painted, as it seems, expressly

to commemorate the occasion. It was placed in the Corporation

dining-room, but sold by the Common Council for £150 when the town was

disfranchised! That _this_ was “the hour and power of darkness” there

cannot be a doubt.

Sir Joshua Reynolds died on the 23rd February, 1792, and was interred in

the crypt of St. Paul’s Cathedral with every honour that could be shewn

to worth and genius. His tomb, adorned by one of Flaxman’s best works,

is almost close to that of Sir Christopher Wren—England’s greatest

painter, we may almost say without any qualification, and England’s

greatest architect—each, during some portion of life connected with this

honoured little town of Plympton, though by different ties and at

different periods of its history; both resting from their labours in the

great temple which Wren built, and which Reynolds sought to adorn with

his matchless pencil.

The great honour which belongs to Plympton deserves to be held in

lasting remembrance, not merely by every inhabitant of that town, but by

all who have any appreciation of art or desire for its advancement.

JAMES HINE.

[Illustration: leaf]

NOTE.—The authorities for the historical facts in this paper are Dr.

Oliver, Rev. S. Rowe, and Mr. Cotton.

[Illustration

_From a Drawing by S. Prout, Jun._] [_Engraved by Neele._

THE “WAR PRISON” ON DARTMOOR, 1807.

]

FRENCH PRISONERS ON DARTMOOR.

BY J. D. PRICKMAN.

In the early part of the nineteenth century Mr. Thomas, afterwards Sir

Thomas Tyrwhitt, who held the office of Lord Warden of the Stannaries

under the then Prince of Wales, afterwards George IV., originated the

idea of building a prison on Dartmoor for the numerous prisoners of war

then in Great Britain, who were at that time mostly confined in hulks

and military and naval prisons. The Government of that day took up the

idea, and, adopting the plans of Mr. Daniel Alexander, proceeded to

carry them out, the first stone of the prison being laid by Sir Thomas

Tyrwhitt on the 20th March, 1806.

The site of the prison—about seven miles east of Tavistock and about

fifteen (straight across the moor) south of Okehampton—was granted by

the Prince of Wales, as Duke of Cornwall and Lord of the Forest of

Dartmoor.

The building as then built is described in the Notes to Risdon’s

_Devonshire,_ published in 1811, as follows:—

The outer wall encloses a circle of about 30 acres—within this is

another wall which encloses the area in which the Prison stands—this

area is a smaller circle with a segment cut off. The prisons are 5

large rectangular buildings each capable of containing more than 1,500

men; they have each two floors, where is arranged a double tier of

Hammocks slung on cast-iron pillars, and a third floor in the roof,

which is used as a promenade in wet weather. There are besides two

other spacious buildings, one of which is a large hospital, and the

other is appropriated to the Petty Officers. The entrance is on the

western side, the gateway, built of solid blocks of granite, bearing

the inscription, “Parcere subjectis.”

The total cost of the work was nearly £130,000, and it was completed

somewhere about the year 1809, and the collection of houses gradually

formed what is now known as Princetown.

The first set of prisoners was sent there on the 29th May, 1809, and the

buildings continued to be used as a war prison from then until the 22nd

April, 1814, during which time no less than 12,679 prisoners underwent

confinement there. During the years 1809, 1810 and 1811, deaths at the

prison were very numerous from one cause and another, so much so, that a

Return was asked for in the House of Commons, by which it appears that

from May, 1809, to June, 1811, no less than 622 prisoners died.

The following is a copy of such Returns:—

1809. No. in Prison. Deaths.

May 2,479 —

June 2,471 9

July 3,059 9

August 4,052 3

September 6,031 15

October 5,993 21

November 5,940 29

December 5,875 63

—-

149

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1810. No. in Prison. Deaths.

January 5,741 131

February 5,624 87

March 5,399 63

April 5,352 28

May 5,282 25

June 5,261 17

July 5,247 12

August 5,229 16

September 5,209 11

October 5,399 9

November 5,372 12

December 5,247 8

—-

419

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1811. No. in Prison. Deaths.

January 5,728 14

February 5,019 7

March 5,605 11

April 5,594 10

May 6,084 5

June 6,577 7

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In the year 1812 no less than 6,280 prisoners of war were confined in

the buildings. The total number of deaths during the whole time the

buildings were used as a war prison was 1,117; of these 1,095 were

French, and 22 American, prisoners.

Of the life of the prisoners inside the prison little is known. We know

that Sir Thomas Tyrwhitt procured the privilege of holding a market and

a fair at Princetown, and that daily markets were held within the

precincts of the prison for the sale by the country people of

vegetables, etc., to the prisoners. There are rumours that the prisoners

gambled away their clothing and rations; but their life as prisoners on

Dartmoor must have been infinitely preferable to that endured by those

who were previous thereto confined in hulks and transports; but the

details of the life are wanting, and even the pamphlet written by Capt.

Vernon Harris, for many years Governor of Dartmoor Prison after it was

re-opened, gives no great information on the subject. Many writers of

fiction have founded romances on the prison and the prisoners, but for

the most part on imagination. Probably the best of the kind, and most

accurate in detail, is _The Queen of the Moor_, by the Rev. Frederick

Adye, who was for many years resident in the district, and therefore

well acquainted with the surrounding country and the rumours of the

neighbourhood. Monsieur Jules Poulain, a Frenchman who is said to have

lived at Princetown to be near a friend who was confined there, has

written in the French language an interesting book entitled _Dartmoor,

or the Two Sisters_. He, in describing Dartmoor, says:—“Think of the

ocean waves changed into granite during a tempestuous storm, and you

will then form an idea of what Dartmoor is like,” which indeed gives

rather a vivid picture of the rolling hills and valleys.

Many of the prisoners of war were allowed out on parole. From Capt.

Vernon Harris’ interesting pamphlet we learn the form of parole was as

follows:—

Whereas the Commissioners for conducting His Majesty’s Transport

service and for the care and custody of French officers and sailors

detained in England have been pleased to grant A. B. leave to reside

in .... upon condition that he gives his parole of honour not to

withdraw one mile from the boundaries prescribed there without leave

for that purpose from the said Commissioners, that he will behave

himself decently and with due regard to the laws of the Kingdom, and

also that he will not directly or indirectly hold any correspondence

with France during his continuance in England, but by such letter or

letters as shall be shewn to the Agent of the said Commissioners under

whose care he is or may be in order to their being read and approved

by the superiors. He does hereby declare that he having given his

parole of honour will keep it inviolably.

(Signature)

The following towns in Devon and Cornwall were set aside for prisoners

on parole:—Ashburton, Okehampton, Moretonhampstead, Tavistock, Bodmin,

Launceston, Callington, Roscoe and Regilliack, but probably prisoners

were from time to time billetted in other towns such as Tiverton

(mentioned later) and elsewhere.

The following notice was sent and posted as notice to the inhabitants of

the town selected for residence of the prisoners allowed out on parole:—

NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN,

That all such prisoners are permitted to walk or ride on the Great

Turnpike Road within the distance of one mile from the extreme parts

of the Town (not beyond the bounds of the Parish) and that if they

shall exceed such limits or go into any field or cross road they may

be taken up and sent to prison and a reward of 10s. will be paid by

the Agent for apprehending them. And further that such prisoners are

to be in their lodgings by 5 o’clock in the winter and 8 o’clock in

the summer months and if they stay out later they are liable to be

taken up and sent to the Agent for such misconduct. And to prevent the

prisoners from behaving in an improper manner to the inhabitants of

the town or creating any riots or disturbances either with them or

among themselves notice is also given that the Commissioners will

cause upon information being given to their agent any prisoner who

shall so misbehave to be committed to prison. And such of the

inhabitants who shall insult or abuse any of the prisoners of war on

parole or shall be found in any respect aiding or assisting in the

escape of such prisoners will be prosecuted according to law.

In reference to Tavistock, the Prison Commissioners reported that there

were 150 prisoners there allowed out on parole, and that their conduct

was exemplary. The Report further stated—

Some of them have made overtures of marriage to women in the

neighbourhood which the magistrates have very properly taken pains to

discourage.

When allowed out on parole the prisoner was assigned to some place of

residence, after which he received a fixed sum for his maintenance, and

was permitted to engage in any kind of business or occupation, and to

use any additional funds he might possess. Many of the prisoners

occupied their time in teaching languages, and in carving various things

such as chessmen, etc.

There are instances of attempts by the prisoners on parole to escape. At

the Devon Summer Assize, 1812, Richard Tapper, described as of

Moretonhampstead, Carrier, Thomas Vinnacombe and William Vinnacombe (his

brother) of Cheriton Bishop, described in the indictments as Smugglers

(a curious and, one would have thought, a somewhat prejudiced

description of their occupation), were indicted and convicted of

misdemeanour for aiding and assisting, with divers other persons

unknown, Casimer Baudouin, an officer in the French Navy; Allain Michel

and Louis Hamel, Captains of Merchant Vessels; Pierre Joseph Dennis, a

Second Captain of a Privateer; and Andrew Fleuriot, a Midshipman of the

French Navy, to escape from Moretonhampstead. The French prisoners paid

£25 down, and subsequently £150 for the assistance rendered. They were

taken on horseback to Topsham, and placed in a large boat described as

eighteen feet long, but in going down the estuary of the Exe, however,

not far from Exmouth, the boat grounded on the Bar, and they were

apprehended. The story is somewhat graphically, though at considerable

length, told in the records of the proceedings.

The French prisoners formed no less than twenty-six Lodges and Chapters

of Freemasons in England and elsewhere. The only one in the

neighbourhood of Dartmoor was at Ashburton, and the only evidence of it

is an undated certificate granted to one Paul Carcenac, described as

Assistant Commissary, the Lodge being described as “Des Amis Reunis”

(the Re-united Friends). A copy of the certificate and many further

interesting details concerning this and other Lodges, notably those at

Abergavenny, “Enfants de Mars et de Neptune”; at Plymouth “Amis Reunis”;

at Tiverton, “Enfants de Mars” (see Bro. Sharland’s _Freemasonry in

Tiverton_, published in 1899), are given in a most interesting book by

Bro. John T. Thorp entitled _French Prisoners’ Lodges_, published in

1900, and printed at Leicester by Bro. George Gibbons, King Street.

There appear to be but few records of the prisoners at the various

towns, and only the vaguest reminiscences. In Okehampton it is said that

there were about 150 prisoners on parole. In the Churchyard is a

tombstone—a rough slate slab—on which appears the following:—

Cette Pierre Fut

Elevee Par

Lamitie a La Memoire

Darmand Bernard

ne au Harve

En Normande Marie a

Calais a Mad^{cle} Margot

11^e Officer

De Commerce Decedee

Prisoner de Guerre a

Okehampton le 26 October

1815 aged 33 ans

A Labri des vertus

Qui Distinguaient

La vie

Tu reposes en paix

ombre tendre et cherie

Another close by bears the following inscription:—

C^r Cit

Adelaide Barrin Du Puyleaune[11] De La

Commune De Montravers Dept

Des Deux Sevres Nee le 31 Avril

1771 Decedee a Okehampton le 18

Fevre 1811 Fille le Legitme Dal

F^{are} Barrion Notaire et Procav^{re}

De Machecoura ne de N^{re}

Ici repose la mere & l’enfant

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Footnote 11:

Entered in the Death Register of the parish as Ann Duchane.

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Many prisoners on parole died and were buried at Moretonhampstead, but

the grave-stones are not easily decipherable. The following entries of

burial appear in the Register:—

Jan. 24 1811 Jean Francois Rohan French Officer on Parole. June 11

1811 Arnaud Aubry Lieutenant on Parole. Buried in Wooling (Shroud)

according to act of Parliament.

Of the numerous French prisoners who died at Princetown no account

appears in the parish register, and to quote again from Capt. Vernon

Harris’ book:

Little attention appears to have been paid to the last resting-place

of these unfortunates. We read in the account published by R. Evans

that the burial place of the unfortunate captives has been sadly

neglected. Horses and cattle have broken up the soil and left the

bones of the dead to whiten in the sun.

This will be readily understood when it is remembered the prison

remained unoccupied from 1816 until about the year 1850. To Capt.

Stopforth, who was Governor of the prison in 1865, belongs the honour of

collecting the remains of the prisoners and burying them in two separate

enclosures on the northern side of the prison way from the public road,

and erecting monuments which are at present existing, being granite

columns; the one on the left or western side being the French, bears the

following inscription:—

In memory of the French

Prisoners of War who

died in Dartmoor Prison

between the years 1809

and 1814 and lie buried here

“Dulce et decorum

est pro patriâ mori.”

The other, being the American, bears the same inscription except that

the word “French” is altered to “American.”

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