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The Story of the She Wedding

I found this report published in the London St. James Chronicle on March 30, 1765.

(I’ve updated to modern spelling for you, but kept the adorably old-fashioned capitalization)

For the St. James Chronicle. Story taken from a Pamphlet in the Harleian Miscellany, entitled The She-Wedding, &c.

In the Year 1684, a Girl at Deptford proving with Child by a Sailor, when he went to Sea applied to his Mother, averring that she was his Wife, which the old Woman did not choose to believe unless the Certificate was produced. In this Dilemma the Girl consulted with a female Neighbour, of a masculine Make, between whom it was agreed that a Sham-Marriage should take place, which was solemnized at St. George’s Church in Southwark, and the Clerk being bribed, antedated the Certificate six Months, which making the supposed Mother-in-Law easy, the Wench received all the Favour such an Alliance entitled her to. But, O Grief of Griefs! the two families being overheard calling each other by the Names of Husband and Wife, it created Suspicion, and upon Examination the Cheat appearing plain, the Parson complained to the Civil Magistrate, and they were both committed to Gaol.

The moral of this story (at least for genealogists): don’t trust a single source document as proof of anything. Always seek out other sources to verify a fact, as there have been lots of reasons, over the years, for people to want to falsify documents.

My Uncle, Wrongfully Convicted

Serendipity is an important source of information. Although it’s completely out of our control, unlike intentional searches, it can be just as productive. If you sit down at a table of genealogists, you will be guaranteed to find a story of serendipity from each of them. That’s part of the excitement of research, you never know what you’re gong to find when you’re looking for something else.

My favourite moment of serendipity came a few years ago when I was researching my great-great-great grandfather, Josiah Spriggs. I knew that he was a journalist in London and I thought it would be cool to find some articles he’d written, so I did a newspaper search for his name on ancestry.com. I did succeed in finding his name, but not in the byline as I had expected. What I found was an 1897 newspaper article from the Liverpool Daily Post titled “The outrage on a lady cyclist in Flintshire.” The article explained that a man named Frank Wallace Spriggs (my great-great-great uncle) was arrested and charged with “robbery with violence” and “attempted criminal assault” for allegedly knocking a young woman from her bicycle, attempting to “indecently assault” her and stealing her ring and bracelet. Josiah was mentioned in the article because he and my 3g grandmother spoke as witnesses for him, stating that he had been either at home or in the company of a family member all that day.

Obviously, I was surprised and very intrigued. A family member arrested for robbery, assault, and what can safely be assumed to be attempted rape! I began browsing through issues of the Liverpool Daily Post and found another article from a few months later. This one was much shorter, more of a blurb than an article, stating simply that he had been sentenced to five years penal servitude. Penal servitude?! More searching came up with nothing and the trail, as far as newspapers were concerned, was closed. Or so I thought. Then came the next bit of serendipity. Another ancestry member made a connection with my tree based on our shared ancestry with the Spriggs family. She was happy to be connected to the Liverpool articles about Frank, which she had not found herself. What she had turned up was an article from a New Zealand newspaper called The Colonist. It was originally written in Maori, but my new friend was able to send me a transcription of the translated article. It stated that my uncle had been released after two months and the author of the piece felt that he had only been convicted because the judge had unjustly influenced the jury. It included some information not found in the earlier articles, such as the fact that a dozen witnesses had swore that he wasn’t within a hundred miles of the incident and that the cyclist and others had identified him through his photo.

This leads to more questions. Why had the police had a photo of him in the first place? Did he already have prior arrests? Is that what prejudiced the judge against him? Who are the other witnesses who identified him? Surely they couldn’t have been witness to the crime itself, because who would be stupid enough to try to rape somebody in from of an audience?

Although I tend to keep my research restricted to my immediate ancestors, this story has kept me fascinated. Next step is to try and find some of the primary records involved: the arrest record, the court records, his transportation records to New Zealand. One open door leads to a whole corridor of others to explore. That’s part of the fun!