Miss Mary Blandy spent the early days of her incarceration in something more like a withdrawal from the world than the normal imprisonment that a suspected murderess might expect in the eighteenth century. She took her Hyson tea, played a hand of whist, walked in the Oxfordshire sunshine.
|Miss Mary Blandy in Oxford Castle|
But the genteel façade began to be chipped away. News reached her that her father had died without making a will, unusual for a lawyer maybe, and she was the sole heiress to his fortune which, to her shock, amounted to something less than four thousand pounds. The promised dowry of ten thousand pounds, which had so attracted her Scottish nobleman, was a figment of the sycophantic attorney’s imagination.
|The Tryal of Mary Blandy - 1752|
The Secretary of State heard whispers that there was a plot being prepared to free the parricide and he sent orders to Oxford that a more careful watch should be placed on her. The garden walks came to a sudden end and shackles were riveted around her slender ankles. The tea-drinking and card games were substituted by chapel services and her only visitor was the prison chaplain.
|The Tryal of Mary Blandy - Two Shilling Folio edition|
Rumours and speculations abounded – she had also poisoned her mother, she had poisoned Mrs Pocock, a family friend, she had spent her fortune bribing officials, she was still in correspondence with Cranstoun, she was secretly married to the keeper’s son, witnesses against her were ‘being taken care of’, she was a drunkard, she was an habitual user of profanities, she never attended church services, even that she had escaped.
Concerns were aired that the servants, Gunnel and Emmet, might possibly succumb to the same fate as their former master, and an early trial was recommended. The town hall at Oxford was undergoing refurbishment and the University refused the use of Sheldonian Theatre, so the trial began in the hall of the Divinity School at eight o’clock in the morning of Tuesday March 3rd 1752.
|Hall of the Divinity School, Oxford|
The indictment charged the prisoner with the wilful murder of Francis Blandy by administering to him white arsenic at divers times during 1751. The trial was remarkable as it was the first one of which there is any detailed record, in which convincing scientific proof of poisoning was given. The Crown case opened with the medical evidence from Drs Addington and Lewis, and Norton the apothecary, who presented proof that the arsenic was the cause of death, arsenic was in the gruel pot, and arsenic was in the packet that the witness had attempted to burn.
The servants were called and gave evidence that they had heard Miss Blandy wish her father dead and that she had referred to him in less than daughterly terms. Her hurried, intercepted, note to Cranstoun was produced and read, witnesses from the Angel tavern were called and the Crown closed its case.
|Miss Mary Blandy|
Then Mary Blandy took the stand but gave little evidence other than stating that she thought the powder ‘an inoffensive thing’ that she had given to her father to procure his love. The defence called its own witnesses, former servants who said that they had never heard Miss Blandy speak a word against her father. Edward Herne, the inattentive sentry and old flame, told how he had visited the house at least four times a week and had always found Mary to be a exemplary, attentive daughter.
After thirteen hours in the courtroom, the jury consulted for five minutes without even withdrawing, and immediately returned a guilty verdict. Mr Baron Legge pronounced the death sentence on Miss Mary Blandy, who was then returned to Oxford Castle, stepping “… into the Coach with as little Concern as if she had been going to a Ball.”
|Miss Mary Blandy's Own Account - 1752|
A flurry of pamphlets appeared, stating the truth of both sides, and Mary produced her own ‘True Account’ of what had happened. None of it made any difference. The date of the execution was fixed for Saturday April 6th but the University authorities objected that it was an unseemly thing for Holy Week, so the date was moved to the following Monday.
|Account of the Life of Miss Mary Blandy|
At nine in the morning, Mary Blandy was led from her cell and, dressed in black crepe and with her arms tied with black paduasoy ribbons, carrying a prayerbook and two guineas for the hangman, she walked to the Castle Green. Before a silent, respectful crowd of over five thousand, she made a modest speech admitting her guilt and denying any involvement in any other deaths. She began to climb the ladder but stopped when five steps up and asked ‘for modesty’s sake’ not to be hanged high. She went up two more steps and stopped again, fearing that she might fall, a handkerchief was placed over her face and, with the prayerbook still in her hand, she was turned off the ladder.
|The Execution of Miss Blandy|
After half an hour, she was taken down but no hearse or coffin had been brought, so the body was thrown over the shoulder of one of the sheriff’s men and carried away, immodestly exposing her legs to the gaze of the onlookers. She was laid in the sheriff’s house during the afternoon and then taken to Henley, where at one o’clock in the morning she was buried in the same grave as her mother and father in the chancel of Henley Parish Church.
|A Candid Appeal to the Publick - 1752|
Her genteel departure came just in time, as a new law was passed later in the same year whereby those condemned for murder where to be hanged the next day but one after sentence was passed and then their body passed on to the surgeons for dissection or, at the judge’s discretion, hanged in chains. The case of Mary Blandy was followed greatly at the time although she almost forgotten now.
|Capt. William Henry Cranston|
And what, you may ask, became of the Honourable William Henry Cranstoun? Well, when news of the arrest of his intended reached his ears, this officer and gentleman fled to Scotland and when a writ for his arrest was issued, he ran for the continent as quickly as his scrawny little legs could carry him. He sought refuge with a kinswoman in France and assumed her maiden name, Dunbar, but his arrival became known to officers in the French service who were related to his wife and when they vowed revenge for his shabby treatment of her, he scampered off to Furnes, a town in Flanders owned by the Queen of Hungary.
There, in late November 1752, he fell ill with a mystery illness and on December 2nd he died, in great agonies, you may be pleased to hear. His goods, including his embroidered waistcoats, were sold off to pay his debts. On his deathbed, he converted to the Roman Catholic Church, and the death of so prominent a convert impelled the local clergy to arrange a magnificent ceremonial funeral in the Cathedral, with a procession and high requiem mass, all attended by monks, friars and the magistrates of the town. We can only assume that they were unaware of the true identity of their latest celebrity.
|Commodore Howe - or is it? Compare with the above portrait of Cranstoun.|
In an interesting aside, in 1760, John Fuller published a three volume edition of The Naval Chronicle; or, Voyages, Travels, Expeditions. Volume Three included accounts of various prominent naval officers, illustrated with woodcuts of these eminent gentlemen, but when it came to Commodore Lord Richard Howe, who later became First Lord of the Admiralty, Fuller must not have had a portrait of Howe available, as he had a portrait of Cranstoun reworked and presented in his book as the image of the naval hero.
Quite what ‘Black Dick’ Howe thought of his portrait when he was confronted with Fuller’s presentation of the odious Cranstoun as his own likeness has not made its way down to us. I do not expect that it was one of enthusiastic approval.