In steadfast Hopes of a happy Resurrection here lyes
WILLIAM WOODWARD
WILLIAM WOODWARD
Eldest son of THOMAS WOODWARD Citizen
and
Carpenter of London and ALICE his wife.
A youth adorn’d
with most Excellent Endowments of mind
and in all
Arts even above the common reach of his
years most
Expert.
His Parents hope and only Pride and Joy
Whom with the highest duty he allways
honour’d
And with great Resignation to the will
of Heaven
in the sixteenth year of his age dyed
April the 2nd, An Dom
MDCCXXV
Him GOD to Man had of a
Pattern given
Not giv’n but Lent and took
him back to Heaven
So reads a touching inscription on the side of a table tomb
in our local Oxfordshire churchyard, the grave of a boy of 15 who died in 1725.
The tomb is a listed monument, protected under law – and last year it had to be
restored, as the domed roof of the vault beneath it was in danger of
collapsing. And so for a brief week the tomb was cordoned off with black and
yellow tape, workmen arrived, and daylight shone in upon the two burials
beneath – young William and an older man, now only bones, their coffins having
disintegrated. One of the workmen told me that William had a broken leg; was
that what caused the poor boy’s death?
On the west end of the tomb is another inscription, less
personal. Beneath two death’s heads, one in profile:
Death
is the utmost
Bound
of Life
And crossed bones under it.
But why was the boy buried here, and what was his father,
that master carpenter and Citizen of London, doing in a tiny Berkshire village?
(For back then the village was in Berkshire, before the boundary changes.) Now the local history group (Hanney History Group) has done
a wonderful job of researching the Woodward family via the parish registers and
other records. It seems there was ‘a whole dynasty’ of Woodwards in the
village, carpenters by trade, who may well have sent sons to London to be
apprenticed in the big city: for Thomas and Richard Woodward – who may have
been brothers and were, respectively, a carpenter, and a painter employed in
the London parish of St Sepulchre – are named as inheriting property in Hanney.
In 1723, Thomas Woodward, Carpenter, was helping build properties in one of the
first speculative street developments, in Marylebone. The writer continues:
It seems likely that Thomas
Woodward who erected the monument to his young son of 15 wanted to mark his
roots and bring his precious child back to Hanney. He also wanted to perhaps
show how he had prospered. To be a Citizen of London was no mean achievement.
It also meant that he had become a rich man, probably no longer a ‘hands-on’
carpenter. A Thomas Woodward was buried in Hanney in 1747 and may be the father
of William – perhaps the other occupant of the grave? The grave seemed set up
for three people, but could have held double that number. No records of the
burial of Alice, his mother, exist for Hanney.
Now, twenty miles north of here stands Blenheim Palace,
built between 1705 and 1722 – intended as the gift of a grateful nation for
Marlborough’s victory at the Battle of Blenheim.
The architect was Sir John
Vanbrugh, chosen personally by the Duke of Marlborough but greatly disliked by his Duchess, Sarah Churchill – a lady of character and determination and, famously, Queen
Anne’s bosom friend. Sarah didn’t like Vanbrugh’s Baroque design. She herself
had wanted Sir Christopher Wren, and she also suspected that he would be very
expensive. She was right. Who was to pay for
the palace was never satisfactorily worked out between Duke, Queen and
Parliament, and all payments ceased when the Queen finally broke off relations
with her erstwhile best friend. The Marlboroughs fled to the continent,
returning only after Anne’s death in 1714. Building work then resumed with the
Duke footing the bill – but altercations soon followed when he suffered a
stroke in 1717, and Sarah took charge. Vanbrugh decamped in a rage as she fired
his picked master-masons and carpenters and hired her own craftsmen at lower
rates. The palace was finally completed in 1722.
And scattered around this part of Oxfordshire there still
stand a number of splendid gentlemen’s houses of similar but slightly later
date, built in the Baroque style of Blenheim itself, statements of wealth and
fashion. These benefited from the skills of some of those master craftsmen who
had flooded into the region to build Blenheim and were now looking about for
other work. One of these houses is in West Hanney, overlooking the church and
churchyard where 15 year old William Woodward, son of Thomas Woodward – Citizen
and Carpenter of London – was laid to rest. The boy died in 1725, two years
before West Hanney House was completed.
And so I wonder if there is a chance that Thomas Woodward,
with his local family contacts, had been employed at some time between 1716 and
1722 on the construction of Blenheim Palace – or perhaps after 1723, that of
West Hanney House? Could that have been what brought him and his family out of
London and back to his roots? There’s probably no way we shall ever know, but
it seems possible. Certainly the grieving father was rich enough to pay for his
son William’s sumptuous monument… a monument which has just cost the parish
council the best part of £16,000 to repair.
Picture credits:
Photos of the Woodward Tomb - Katherine Langrish
Blenheim Palace, wikimedia commons,
Lovely, fascinating post, Katherine - though so sad. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting post. I always feel it's very reductionist to say, 'Oh, he came back to the village to show off how rich he'd become, he built the tomb to show off his wealth.' There may be a few people for whom that would be the main reason, but for most the reasons would be mixed.
ReplyDeleteHow many mothers and fathers think, 'I'm going to use the death of my 16-year old son to show off my wealth to the neighbours?' More realistically would be a welter of confused feeling: 'Because I have this wealth, I can do the best for my son.' They probably brought him home to the village because that's where they felt their family belonged, feeling irrationally that he would be less lonely there than in a London bone-yard. In building the expensive tomb they were probably lavishing on him, in death, the money they were now never going to spend on his wedding or setting him up in a home. -- People aren't cool and economically rational about the death of a loved child.