Personal Recollections of Birmingham and Birmingham Men

Personal Recollections of
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PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS
OF
BIRMINGHAM
AND
BIRMINGHAM MEN.
REPRINTED FROM THE "BIRMINGHAM DAILY MAIL,"
WITH REVISIONS, CORRECTIONS, AND ADDITIONS.
By E. EDWARDS.

BIRMINGHAM: MIDLAND EDUCATIONAL TRADING
COMPANY LIMITED.
1877.
[All Rights Reserved]
These sketches, with the signature "S.D.R.," were originally published
in the Birmingham Daily Mail newspaper. The earliest were written, as
their title indicated, entirely from memory. Afterwards, when the title
was no longer strictly accurate, it was retained for the purpose of
showing the connection of the series. It must be understood, however,
that for many of the facts and dates in the later sketches the writer is
indebted to others.
The whole series has been very carefully revised, and some errors have
been rectified. The writer would have preferred to remain incognito,
but he is advised that, as the authorship is now generally known, it
would be mere affectation to withhold his name. He hopes shortly to
commence the publication of another series.

December, 1877.

CONTENTS.
FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF BIRMINGHAM 1
THE BULL KING RIOTS, 1839 19
GOSSIP ABOUT ROYALTY 37
BIRMINGHAM BANKS, OLD AND NEW 45
JOHN WALSH WALSH AND THE ASTON FÊTES 69
G.F. MUNTZ, M.P. 79
JOSEPH GILLOTT 89
HENRY VAN WART, J.P. 101
CHARLES SHAW, J.P. 108
ROBERT WALTER WINFIELD, J.P. 116
CHARLES GEACH, M.P. 125
WILLIAM SANDS COX, F.R.S. 132
GEORGE EDMONDS 140
CHARLES VINCE 155
JOHN SMITH, SOLICITOR 164

FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF BIRMINGHAM.
It is a fine autumnal morning in the year 1837. I am sitting on the box

seat of a stage coach, in the yard of the Bull-and-Mouth, St.
Martin's-le-Grand, in the City of London. The splendid gray horses
seem anxious to be off, but their heads are held by careful grooms. The
metal fittings of the harness glitter in the early sunlight. Jew
pedlar-boys offer me razors and penknives at prices unheard of in the
shops. Porters bring carpet-bags and strange-looking packages of all
sizes, and, to my great inconvenience, keep lifting up the foot-board, to
deposit them in the "front boot." A solemn-looking man, whose nose is
preternaturally red, holds carefully a silver-mounted whip. Passengers
arrive, and climb to the roof of the coach, before and behind, until we
are "full outside." Then the guard comes with a list, carefully checks
off all our names, and retires to the booking office, from which a
minute later he returns. He is this time accompanied by the coachman,
who is a handsome, roguish-looking man. He wears a white hat, his
boots are brilliantly polished, his drab great-coat is faultlessly clean,
and the dark blue neckerchief is daintily tied. His whiskers are carefully
brushed forward and curled, the flower in the button-hole is as fresh as
if that instant plucked, and he has a look as if he were well fed, and in
all other respects well cared for.
Looking admiringly over the horses, and taking the whip from his
satellite, who touches his hat as he gives it up, Jehu takes the reins in
hand; mounts rapidly to his seat; adjusts the "apron;" glances backward;
gets the signal from the guard, who has just jumped up--bugle in
hand--behind; arranges the "ribbons" in his well-gloved hand; produces
a sound, somehow, with his tongue, that would puzzle the most skilful
printer in the world to print phonetically, but which a Pole or a Russian
would possibly understand if printed "tzchk;" gently shakes the reins,
and we are off.
As we pass toward the gateway, the guard strikes up with the bugle,
and makes the place resound with the well-known air, "Off, off, said
the stranger." Emerging upon the street, we see, issuing from an
opposite gateway, a dozen omnibuses, driven by scarlet-coated
coachmen, and laden entirely with scarlet-coated passengers. Each of
these men is a "general postman," and he is on his way to his "beat." As
the vehicle arrives at the most convenient point, he will alight and

commence the "morning" delivery. The process will be repeated in the
evening; and these two deliveries suffice, then, for all the "country"
correspondence sent to London.
Leaving them, our coach passes on through busy Aldersgate Street,
where we are