What do the following have in common, other than being
mentioned by me in this blog? Treacle, Holy Wells, the Gunpowder Plot, Hanging
Drawing and Quartering, Stonyhurst, Robert François Damiens, Kenelm Digby,
Venice Treacle, and Viper Wine?
Let’s see if we can find a link.
I mentioned Treacle Wells the other day. One such holy
well is that of St Winefrede, at Holywell, North Wales, and in 1601, the priest
Father Edward Oldcorne sought a cure for his cancer there. Four years later he
returned, to give thanks, and with him went about thirty Catholic pilgrims.
Oldcorne was the chaplain to Sir Everard Digby and his wife, and when, later in
the year, the Gunpowder Plot was discovered, it was said that its foundations
had been laid during the pilgrimage. Oldcorne was arrested for his supposed
involvement, and tortured although no real link was discovered, he was
sentenced to death and on April 7th 1606, with three others, he was
hanged, drawn and quartered; his final words were a prayer to St Winefride. As
the executioner struck the blow to behead him, its force was such that
Oldcorne’s eye flew out of its socket. This relic is now preserved at
Stonyhurst.
The Relic of Edward Oldcorne |
Sir Everard Digby was also arrested and was the only man to plead
guilty to the charges of high treason, and on January 30th 1606 he
was, with three others, taken from his cell in the Tower of London. All four
were strapped to wicker hurdles, dragged behind horses through the mud and dung
covered streets of a wintery London, and bruised and battered by the lurching
of the hurdles. After just over a mile, they reached the west end of old St
Paul’s Cathedral, where Digby was told he was the first to be executed. He made
a short speech to the crowd, admitting his act may have been sinful but his
intentions were pure, and knelt and prayed for a while. His hands were bound
and he was stripped of all bar his shirt, then taken up a ladder, a noose put
about his neck and the ladder turned away. In an instant, the hangman cut the
rope, and Digby’s body fell to the ground, bruising his forehead. Still living,
he was dragged to block, castrated, his entrails drawn out and his body cut
into quarters. Legend says that when the executioner, according to the custom,
held it up, saying, “Here is the Heart of a Traitor”, Sir Everard answered,
“Thou liest.” (This treatment of potential regicides has all too many shades of
the fate of Robert François Damiens).
The Executions of the Gunpowder Plot Conspirators |
Digby had two infant sons, the eldest
grew to be Sir Kenelm Digby, he of the Closet Open’d cookery book. Born
in 1603, Kenelm attended Oxford but left without taking a degree. He switched
from Catholicism to Anglicanism and took office in the Privy Council. About
1624 or 1625, he secretly married the celebrated beauty Venetia Stanley, whom
he had known from childhood.
Venetia Digby nee Stanley |
From 1628, he was a privateer (a state-registered
pirate), and captured a number of Spanish, Dutch and Flemish vessels, (these
adventures will keep for another post); he was feted for his good-looks and
prodigious strength, and returned to England to take up work for the Admiralty.
His wife, Venetia, was, shall we say, a ‘friendly’ girl and rumoured to be as
stupid as she was beautiful. She was also said to be suffering from
consumption, and on the morning of May 1st 1633, she was found dead
in bed, with her head on her hand. Sir Digby had not wanted to disturb her when
he went to bed late on the previous night, and had slept in another room.
Rumours began to be spread that the jealous husband had poisoned her, and he
admitted that, to cure her headaches he had given her ‘viper wine’, which, you
may recall, was an ingredient of Venice Treacle. He was known to dabble in
medical matters, so it may well be he gave her a draught of this supposed
panacea. Very unusually for the time, an autopsy was performed, and it was noted
particularly that she had a very small brain in her skull (a result of cerebral
haemorrhage, maybe). Digby’s reaction to her death was profound, making a
deliberate poisoning seem unlikely, but an accidental one possible; he stopped
shaving, he grew his hair long, and, in contrast to his former flamboyant
clothes, only wore black garments with white collars. He withdrew from society,
returned to Catholicism, gave up his adventurer’s life, devoted himself to his
studies, and went into voluntary exile in Paris. I’ll tell you more tomorrow.
Sir Kenelm Digby in mourning. |
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