Horsemonger Lane Gaol was constructed between 1791 and 1799. It was once the largest prison in Surrey, England. It remained Surrey’s principal prison and place of execution until its closure in 1878. William Henry Gibbs was an Infirmary Warder at Horsemonger and had a fascinating life. This work is based on his words: The Life and Adventures of William Henry Gibbs – Turnkey etc.

A Dorset Excursion

He broke the pledge on the way to our native village in Dorsetshire and there we melted forty pounds in about three weeks. On arriving at Dorchester we both got pretty tight and comfortable. Here we spent a day or two with a cousin, who joined us and we went on a visit to his Fathers at Blandford in a dog cart. On our returning home, we found the house had been stormed and occupied by a sailor and a soldier who had taken possession and awaiting our return. After a reconnaissance through the window I became rather alarmed, for I saw an artillery man sitting in the room and for a moment it struck me that he had come from Woolwich to get James for something or other. But closer inspection these intruders proved to be two of my Cousins Amelia.,. a tall fine girl, being the soldier. The gay uniform of my brother fitting her to a “Tee”. She had frightened the servant upstairs and was awaiting our return with a gallantry that would have done honour to our Regiment. After this we went to Cernne Abbas and was greeted by the Giant with his usual broad grin and seemed glad to see us. It seems very strange after being away from home for some years to return and find it looking much smaller, dirtier, and meaner, but it is no more strange than true as most persons who have travelled will testify. The town was soon appraised of our return and our old chums set the bells a ringing, we in our turn opening a house and a jolly greeting and a merry time of it we had. Our gay appearance and spending our money so freely, quite charmed the native lads, who followed us about and begged to be enlisted. So for a lark we enlisted some half dozen, who were all too short and took them to Dorchester in a wagon to be passed and left them to find their way back as they best could, to the consternation of themselves and their friends for they never expected to see them come back without their gay uniforms, military glory etc.

Dorsetshire was always getting me into scrapes and this time was no exception to the rule, for I fell in love with a young lady about my own age or rather she fell in love with me and her name was Anne K------y of fair complexion interesting and lady like in her manners, but she was not the only one I fell in love with. As fate ordained, my love was prematurely nipped in the bud especially towards this fair young lady in consequence of a letter imprudently left by me and was afterwards sent to her. For this fatal letter which thus blasted the fond hopes I had entertained, destroyed for ever my union with her as I had written to another.

I had written to another and broke the promised vow,

My youthful heart had made to her, I might be sorry now,

But fates closed book we cannot read the future to disclose.

Though oft in afterlife we see our prospects deeply close.

Yet I repine not, who can say what changes had been mine.

Through the rugged path of life then why should I repine.  (Ray Watts 2007 repine in this context, means regret)                     

After spending a jolly Christmas with our friends in the country and likewise spending all our money, we had to send to the old lady for £5 to bring us home. We returned to London and after staying a few days, I returned to my regiment at Canterbury and from there got transferred into the Artillery at Woolwich.  The young lady (that the fatal letter was written to in the country) accompanying me to Herne Bay, where we spent a pleasant day. Our correspondence ceased and from that time I have not heard or seen her since.

 On reaching Woolwich, I  commenced learning the big gun drill and being pretty well up to military discipline I soon accomplished it, but found it very much harder work than the rifles. We soon left Woolwich for the camp at Chobham, the first day’s march brought us to Wandsworth in Surrey, where I took the first opportunity of visiting my female acquaintance at Clapham. She received me with open arms, but my stay with her was short and I returned to Wandsworth. There I fell in with the friends of an old comrade who died in Canada, they were very pleased to see me as I had formed their acquaintance before at Canterbury when they came to enquire about their son. They made me jolly tight and almost incapable of resuming my march in the morning. I had spent or lost what money I had possessed and after marching to Hampton Court, we halted for breakfast but there was none for me, for I had not provided myself with any, being so tight over night. I sat down disconsolate looking the picture of despair and grief without, and very seedy within. I fell into a perspiration and looking into my chase for my handkerchief, I found to my great surprise a lot of ham sandwiches. In my canteen, which I thought full of water, I found a pot of half and half and didn’t it go down with a relish especially the malt.  I should have most likely have tried it’s quality on the road had I known for it to have been there, my friends had anticipated my wants and placed it in there without my knowledge. I arrived alright at the camp and there met my old regiment the Rifles and soon joined them where I fortified myself with a glass or two to keep the wet out. That with the effects of overnight, made me again top heavy, I mistook my quarters and got into the wrong tent, from which I was soon bundled out and had to make my bed on the grass in the open air. All night the rain pouring on me the whole time, I was awakened in the morning when the trumpet sounds to horse, and made my way to the stables jolly well drenched.  I took off my shirt and dried it on the back of my horse. I had unaccountably lost my kit, sword and belt and could not appear on parade in the morning,g so I was made Sergeant Major groom  for my misbehaviour. What many others would have got a Court Martial and heavily punished for, I  managed to get an early bath. I afterwards found my kit and sword, I with my usual good luck in the army I steered clear of that scrape.  

About this time an event occurred,  which had an important bearing on my future prospects. During my stay at Chobham my female acquaintance changed her residence and went to reside at Cottage Grove Clapham and one day I had a letter from her stating that she and a friend of hers were about to pay me a visit at Chobham.  I, accordingly thinking that  two was company and three was none, I prepared a comrade whose name was “Campbell” to take care of my young lady’s friend. They both arrived and were punctually met by us at the place of appointment. We took them to the different encampments and afterwards adjourned to a booth, where we partook of refreshments and spent a jolly day. We saw them to Chertsey for to take rail home, I with my lady love and Campbell with his. Going along the road we came to some honeysuckle growing wild in the hedge which they both wanted. Campbell got too elevated to comply with the request, so I had to get them for both and in presenting it,  gave to Campbell’s lass a kiss. We left them soon after & I afterwards heard that a quarrel arose between them on their way home about my gallantry which caused in the end estrangement between them. My young lady knowing I was about to be brought off from the army, had the Banns published at Battersea Church, but however I was not to be caught like that so I managed to keep out of her net. At the same time keeping an eye on the lass I had kissed on the road to Chertsey and after a quarrel with my old acquaintance, I transferred my affections to this party who afterwards became my wife. 

On our way from Camp, back to Woolwich, we halted for the night at Hampton Wick. One of my comrades was a first rate ventriloquist and exerted his talent as such to some purpose doing Johnny up the chimney and a variety of other performances. One of which he contrived to send the landlady out after her daughters thinking they had gone off with some soldiers and while she was gone after them, we just wet our whistles with a drop of the old lady’s beer from the cellar. We started next morning and on arriving at Acre Lane Brixton, I saw my dear old Mother standing ready to receive me with her hands full of sandwiches, Currant Pie and other sundry good things besides a stunning glass of hot brandy and water. The officer would not allow me to stop and devour them, so I pulled off my Shako and she tumbled it all in pell mell and a regular mixture it was. This little affair was the cause in some means, of my leaving the army, my mother being an eye witness of the harsh treatment a soldier has to contend against.


Transcribed and supplied by Raymond Watts
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