London in the Jacobite times, Volume IIDoran, Dr. (John)
History
London in the Jacobite times, Volume II
Doran, Dr. (John)
London (England) -- History -- 18th century
Gordon tells us, ‘packed up every bit of china
I had, all my bedding and table linen, every book, my repeating clock,
my worked screen, every rag of my husband’s clothes, the very hat,
breeches, night-gown, shoes, and what shirts there were of the child’s;
twelve tea-spoons, strainer and tongs, the japanned board on which the
chocolate and coffee cups stood; and he put them on board a ship in the
night time.’
[Sidenote: _THE DUKE AND HIS PLUNDER._]
Out of this miscellaneous plunder, a tea equipage and a set of coloured
table china, addressed to the Duke of Cumberland at St. James’s,
reached their destination. With what face his Highness could show to
his London friends the valuable china he had stolen from a lady whose
loyalty, he allowed, was above suspicion, defies conjecture. The
spoons, boy’s shirts, breeches, and meaner trifles, were packed up
under an address to General Hawley, London. ‘A house so plundered,’
wrote the lady, ‘I believe was never heard of. It is not 600_l._ would
make up my loss; nor have I at this time a single table-cloth, napkin,
or towel, teacup, glass, or any one convenience.’ One can hardly
believe that any but the more costly articles reached London. Moreover,
whatever censure the Londoners may have cast upon the plunderers, the
duke was not very ill thought of by the Aberdeen authorities. When the
duke was perhaps sipping his tea from the cups, or banquetting his
friends at St. James’s off Mrs. Gordon’s dinner-service, a deputation
from Aberdeen brought to his Highness the ‘freedom’ of the city, with
many high compliments on the bravery and good conduct of the victor at
Culloden!
The duke got tired of his tea-set. He is said to have presented it to
one of the daughters of husseydom, and the damsel sold it to a dealer
in such things. A friend of Mrs. Gordon’s saw the set exposed for sale
in the dealer’s window, and on inquiry he learnt, from the dealer
himself, through what clean hands it had come into his possession.
[Sidenote: _A HUMAN HEAD._]
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