Ancestry—Anecdotes—Childhood—School life—Inoculation—The paternal
character—Mrs. Kennon—Letters to a schoolboy—A mercantile
apprenticeship—A youthful love affair—Family troubles—A gloomy
outlook.
I was born at Whitehall, London, on September 11, 1741, many years after
my brother John and my sister Elizabeth Mary. In examining the family
papers from which the following detail is drawn, I should observe that
difficulties often occurred by reason of the ancient hand-writing of
many documents, and from several being written in the Latin language not
easily deciphered; but the circumstances relative to the following dates
were clearly ascertained as far as they are noted. The principal object
is the possession of the Manor of Bradfield Combust, which is traced in
the family of Canham till it came by marriage into that of Young.
Bartholomew Canham the elder had two sons and two daughters. In 1672 he
transferred Bradfield Hall, manor and lands to Arthur Young, married to
Elizabeth, his daughter. The Young shield bears a Field Argent, three
Bends sable and a Lyon rampant; that of Canham a Field Gule, Bend Argent
charged with a cannon ball sable, the Bend cotised with Or. The estate
had been purchased in 1620 by my ancestor of Sir Thomas, afterwards Lord
Jermyn of Rushbrooke, being part of the great possessions of that
family. The steward who acted for Sir Thomas was Martin Folkes, ancestor
of the present Sir Martin Folkes. And here it is curious to observe the
different results affecting the posterity of the private gentleman who
purchases, and of the steward of the great man who sells—I am a poor
little gentleman, and Sir Martin Folkes owner of an estate not far short
of 10,000_l._ a year. My father, Dr. Arthur Young, inherited Bradfield
from my grandfather, Bartholomew Young, Esq., called Captain from a
command in the Militia, and it is remarkable that with only a part of
the present Bradfield estate he lived genteely and drove a coach and
four on a property which in these present times just maintains the
establishment of a wheel-barrow.
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