An article from
The Wolverhampton Antiquary,
December 1915.
The Riots of 1715
Two hundred
years ago Queen Anne was dead; nor
was it a matter for jesting. Then,
as now, the country was faced with a
serious political outlook. A German
monarch, a Whig triumph had come to
rule the land, and the people were
divided. The question was
complicated by religious
differences: the views of those who
went, or should have gone, to
church, ran counter to those of
people who attended chapel.
The change of
dynasty having offered an excuse for
rioting, the meeting houses of the
Non-Conformists became the object of
attack. This indeed was customary,
if not expected. Not long previously
a change in the reigning house had
afforded the mob, one of a
Protestant denomination, an
opportunity for demolishing all the
Popish chapels in or near
Wolverhampton and Birmingham. Mob
opinion now turned against the
Protestant Dissenters.
Staffordshire
(proudly, or not) heads the list in
the amount of damage done during
these riots, about one third of that
of the whole country and in this
Wolverhampton played its part.
The chapel
which the Presbyterians had erected
in 1701 was situated, and what is
left of it remains, some distance
off the road, at the bottom of
John's Street. From there to the
Market Place (Queen Square) was not
a far cry.
If newspapers
are to be believed, and it is not
necessary wholly to rely on them in
this matter, the riots of 1715, at
Wolverhampton, took the following
form.
The cause of
the rising was this. On Wednesday,
29th June, the day of the fair, a
certain Mr. Grosvenor and some other
gentlemen were "in a public house"
(for what purpose there is no hint)
when they "heard some men in another
room singing some old seditious
song, and sent to desire them to
stop. They refused: upon which Mr.
Grosvenor committed one of them to a
constable who put him in the crib or
stone-house. Whereupon the mob
rescued him, knocked down Mr.
Grosvenor though he ran one or two
of them through the body, and then
went to the Meeting House."
It was seven
o'clock at night, a time when the
steady potations of the day were
beginning to take effect, and a
"large mob" collected, as mobs do.
The spirit of destruction led the
rioters to the meeting house, where
they set about its demolition. The
proceedings were opened by an
address from the roof, at which
point of vantage a ring leader had
safely arrived, who, sitting astride
upon the top of it, waved his hat
and cried out: 'God Damn King George
and the Duke of Marlborough, and God
bless King James III.' He then
called out to the surging crowd
below, 'Fall on, boys.'
The mob, which
was described, by the sufferers at
least as "a Gang of Ragamuffins,
Pick Pockets and Gaol Birds," fell
to with a will. Idlers were not
permitted. 'Tis said that "a man
standing by without putting hand to
assist" was seized for a spy, and so
threatened that he was forced to
"fall down on his knees and cry,
'God bless King James III.'
The seats and
moveables were taken for the purpose
of combustion to the Market Place, a
most unsuitable locality for any
such demonstration. This space,
"open" only to the air, could hardly
have been one-third its present
size, and on Fair days would have
presented a most congested
spectacle. The market stalls without
doubt lent fuel to the flames, and
"the Blaze was so great that it
endangered the firing of the Town."
"To mention
particulars is too tedious for a
letter," wrote a correspondent; yet
he adds: "Mr. Stubbs the Minister
was desired and accordingly did go
out of the town somewhere: that
night a guard of 20 or 30 men with
arms was before his door, that his
dwelling house might not be broke up
and plundered. Mr. Scott was
threatened by the mob that they
would break and plunder his house
that night, but I have not heard
whether they have or not. He is very
rich and a Non-Conformist." The
property of Samuel Clemson, another
member of the congregation,
certainly suffered.
The disturbance
noticeably bears a Jacobite and Tory
complexion. Ministers of the
established church do not seem here
to have participated and the Whig
journal fastens the blame on "those
pretenders to passive obedience and
non-resistance" who have thus given
"a new proof that 'tis the nature of
the creature to rebel against
principle." The evidence of a
reporter, who had "talked with some
of the faction there," absolves the
crowd from any special bias.
"So,
gentlemen," he said, "have you
pulled down the Meeting House?"
"Aye, Master," replied one of the
mob, "we have done it, and will pull
down the church too for the same pay
we have had for that."
Similar riots
occurred at Stafford, Stone and
Walsall, and the Sheriff was called
upon "to raise the posse." The
Wolverhampton enthusiasts, finding
destruction an agreeable pursuit,
lent a hand at West Bromwich, where
they had the misfortune to
experience considerable roughness.
"Tis said those
who came from Wolverhampton returned
home short of 40, and that many of 'em
are found dead among the corn and in
the road." Injured innocents! They
gave the coroner a list of 140 of
their killed and wounded, and
demanded a verdict of murder against
those who had put up such a defence
against them. The military, however
(July 23rd), had the matter in hand,
and the appearance of Dragoons found
the "rebels" quite ready to listen
to arguments put before them in the
right way.
The
government's estimate of the damage
done (which may be regarded as the
lowest possible figure) was:
To the Meeting House. .
. . . . . £254 16s. 2d.
To Samuel Clemson's
House. . . . £20
It is evident
that the damage must have been very
material; possibly only the most
permanent features of the building
survived the attack. Why Samuel
Clemson should have been singled out
for special treatment is a matter
for conjecture: perhaps he was
particularly odious, perhaps less
able to command protection. His
property suffered depreciation; but
his sentiments lived again in his
descendants, who (if truth be told)
have vexed the town not a little and
continue unto the present day.
As a
postscript, may be, added an extract
from a new year's letter of old Sir
Henry Gough (of Oldfallings and
Perry Hall) to his son, written from
Perry Hall, where he was snowed-up
in the good old fashioned way:
"This weather
almost kills me, and impoverishes
the country to that degree, that, if
it continue, it will ruin many
families, and destroy abundance of
creatures. It seems a just judgment
on the mob, for their wantonness and
wickedness in raising such tumults
amongst us. I cannot but pity many
of the poor and ignorant, but wish
the first promoters were well known
and punished. Many (women
especially) continue insolent and
foolish in their talk; but a little
time perhaps may calm them. We are
much easier than we have been
hereabouts. We must be content to
pay for our disorders. God grant the
rebels may be everywhere suppressed,
and the King and Government no more
forced to extremity, which must be
when no other method will do. This
was what I told my neighbours when
you were here, who now seem to be
convinced, and join in wishing
success to King and Parliament." |