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TF the Bookseller were not such a dull dogy 
or at any rcLte^ had not the reputation for 
being stich a Dryasdust^ he might sometimes 
venture into print without fear of being 
called a vulgar fraction. Bttt the reminis- 
cences of the Bookseller are generally reserved 
for his garrulous friends to whom he 
unburdens himself in the intervalsy when he 
is not harassed by the bargain hunter, or the 
cares of watching ,the outside stall. He 
thinks the world of books the only world 
worth living in, and like the character of the 
happy man — with a variation of Dyers 

lincy — 

* His shop to him a kingdom is.* 

Therein he is content, his conversation is 
of books and abounds in * barn-door flights of 
learning' He is placid and stoical. The 
keynotes of his philosophy rest tcpon a love 


of books and the men who buy them. He is 
seldom rich^ but, for some unknown reason, 
is much envied. 

In the following pages an attempt has 
been m^ade to write the Memorials of a 
place which it is not presumptuous to call a 
social rendezvous. Before the days of Clubs 
the booksellers shops were used as such. 
Hatchard s was one. If John Hatchard had 
written his autobiography complete, it might 
have further preserved his name and that of 
many others whom he knew. It was worth 
doing, but he was too modest. All he left be- 
hind were the few autobiographical fragments 
which I have included. The 7'emainder of 
the book is compiled from a great . variety of 
sources^ including the reminiscences of those 
who rem^ember his personality^ habits, &c. 
I must very gratefully thank Mrs. Hudson for 
the loan of papers and books which belonged to 
her grandfather, John Hatchard. 

A. L. H. 



A Hundred Years Ago . . . . . i 

John 'Qowdltr— Reform or Ruin ? — A Fragment 
of Autobiography — On trial to Mr. Bensley — Bolt 
Court — Honest Tom Payne — The Kingfs Mews — 
Beloe, Cracherode, and others — Commencing 
business alone. 

The Booksellers of a Past Day . . .14 

Tom Payne again — Thorpe and Rodd — The 
Giant Collectors — The Pursuits of Literature — The 
Cracherode Collection — Michael Johnson — Tom 
D avies— O sbome — D odsley — D illy — Old Piccadilly 
Bookshops — Gifford and Wolcot — The Antifacobin 
and the Intercepted Letters — William Upcott — * Blue 
Stockings ' — Beloe's characters. 

The Piccadilly of the Past . . . .27 

Old Burlington House — The Albany —Macaulay, 
Byron, and ' Monk ' Lewis — The White Horse 
Cellars— Sir F. Burdett— *The Pillars of Hercules' 
— A Piccadilly Highwayman — * Old Q.' — St. James' 

Patrons and Friends 33 

Established at No. 173 — Early Ventures — 

Macaulay — Hannah More — Zachary Macaulay — 

Great Days in the history of Bookselling — Queen 

Charlotte as a Book-buyer — Keate of Eton — Dr. 

Heberden — Richard Heber— Archbishop Howley — 

George Ginning— R. H. Froude — ^William Wilber- 

force — The King v, John Hatchard. 




Publisher and Author 50 

Lord Beaconsfield — Isaac Disraeli — Laureate 
Pye— Crabbe's Early Works— Scott and Crabbe— 
Important Undertakings— Sydney Smith's Testi- 
mony — The Royal Horticultural Society — The Out- 
inian Society — John Hatchard's Personality — 
Afternoon Naps — Gladstone and his Pamphlets — 
Kingsley of Chelsea — The Duke of Wellin^on — 
The Quarto Hamlet of 1604— Tupper's Pedestrian 
Verse — Charles Mayne Young — Liston and Mat- 
thews—Thomas Hatchard — Deaths of John and 
Tljomas Hatchard— Henry Hudson — To-day. 

Biographical and Genealogical Notes . .76 

Obituary Notices 78 

Final Memorials 82 

James Fraser — Alfred Taylor — Charles Tilt — 
William Tunbridge. 

Index . .89 

List of Illustrations, 


"No. 173 PICCADILLY . . . . „ 33 





The Snuffy Davy of the future, standing 
before his favourite stall in tattered . coat 
and baggy trousers, will ransack the penny 
or twopenny box, the wood for which 
is yet a sapling, and find a small octavo 
pamphlet, stitched, but without covers, en- 
titled, ''Reform or Ruin : Take your Choice f 
. ... By John Bowdler, Esq. London : 
Printed for John Hatchard, No. 173 Picca- 
dilly. i79T' The snuffy one will carefully 
examine the pamphlet to see that it con- 
tains the dedication to the Archbishop of 
Canterbury (known only to bibliographers 
and snuffy ones) and then attach it to 
his ever-increasing collection of tracts re- 



lating to that most remote but attractive 
period— the Eighteenth Century. 

The pamphlet now rarely finds a 
purchaser, for the authors name sounds 
no more interesting than the patronymics 
Barlow or Blifil, and there is a note of 
frenzy detected in the title which none 
but an enthusiast would betray. Yet this 
little booklet is written in a forcible style 
to point out the evils of the last fin-de- 
sihle period. 

The author, John Bowdler, the father 
of a more notorious Thomas Bowdler, 
succeeded in circulating a phenomenal num- 
ber oi Reform or Ruin in the years 1797-8, 
and, as far as we can now gather, John 
Hatchard, as the publisher, reaped a good 
harvest long before Mr. Walter Besant 
commenced his campaign against Barabbas. 
At any rate, Hatchard, who had recently 
established himself in Piccadilly as a 
publisher and bookseller, found this to be; 
his lucky hit. 



The whole purpose of the pamphlet 
was towards a superlative degree of re- 
spectability. Its tone was quite ' of the 
centre,' and, if John Bowdler had been a 
curate, he might at a later period in his 
career have founded a Bishopric. But 
' those whom the gods love die early,' says 
the ' Delectus' {or the key thereunto) ; and 
though great things were expected of J. B., 
he joined the majority, leaving a son, 
Thomas, to carry on the good work of 
being himself eminently respectable, and 
making all around him of his own way of 

With what faithfulness Thomas fulfilled 
his father's wishes we see in his famous 
mutilated Shakespeare, and the melancholy 
precedent set up thereby for a successive 
legion of Bowdlerisers. 

It is interesting for present purposes that 
some of the early account books and mis- 
cellaneous papers of Hatchard the First 
have been preserved. These papers go 


back to the school sum - book of John 
Hatchard, dated 1780, on the blank unused 
pages of which he has, at a much later 
period, and after the manner of * paper- 
sparing ' Pope, entered several interesting 
little biographical details. Much else that 
bears upon incidents in the life of John 
Hatchard, and the character of the shop 
which he conducted, may be learnt by 
reading between the lines of his early 
Ledger. From this, and some other stray 
papers, I shall give extracts and make 

The sum-book and manuscript multi- 
plication-table book were preserved for 
private memoranda for about sixty years, 
and on the last few pages of this, a plain 
penny or twopenny exercise-book, he 
entered, at what date we are not sure, 
but with apparent full cognisance of his 
power to move forwards, some autobio- 
graphical notes expressing a probability 
that such details would be required after 


his decease. That he possessed the es- 
sentials for success may be well understood 
when I say that when he commenced busi- 
ness in 1797 he had only five pounds of 
his own, but in 1849 he died worth nearly 
a hundred thousand. 

The memorandum referred to, the first 
part of which is written in a youthful 
hand, and probably at an earlier period 
than the last, is as follows : — 

'John Hatchard was born between twelve 
and one o'clock in the morning, October the 17th, 
1768, Admitted into the Grey Coat Hospital, 
March the 26th, 1776. Went on trial to Mr. 
Bensley, Printer, of Swan Yard, Strand, January 
the 7th. Not liking the trade, came away 
January Z8th, 1783. Went on trial to Mr. 
Ginger June the 17th, 1782, and was bound 
September i8th, 1782. Was bound to Mr. 
Clarke, Dyer, October 17th, 1782, at Dyer's 
Hall, Great Elbow Lane, Dowgate Hill, to be 
a Freeman of the City of London 

'Apprenticeship expired October i8th, 1789, 
which was served duly and truly, and on the 
19th my friends congratulated me (at my father's 
expense ; a good supper and flowing bovvj of 


punch, with some good songs, toasts, and senti- 
ments). On the 26th day of the same month 
was situated as shopman with Mr. Payne, Book- 
seller, Mews Gate, Castle Street, St. Martins. 
On the 2nd day of December, 1789, I took up 
my freedom at the expense of my father, which 
cost about five pounds. The nth day of July, 
1790, was married to Elizabeth Lambert (daughter 
of Thomas and Elizabeth) of the parish of 
St. John the Evangelist, at which church the 
celebration was perform'd by the Rev. Mr. Scott 
the curate on a Sunday morning, and now, 
having come to man's estate, I have only to 
hope for the blessing of God, long life, health, 
prosperity, and happiness 

* I quitted the service of Mr. Thomas Payne 
30th of June, 1797, and commenced business for 
myself at No. 173 Piccadilly, where, thank God, 
things went on very well, till, my friends desiring" 
me to take a larger shop, I then did so, I think 
June 1 801, at No. 190 in the same street, by 
purchasing the lease for twenty-four years for a 
thousand guineas, half paid at the time, and the 
other half at two years from Midsummer, 1 801, 
when I hope and trust to find and realise great 
benefit from the same in due time. 

* N.B. — When I commenced business I had 
of my own a property less than five pounds. 


but God blessed my industn', and good men en- 
couraged it. 

^ Dates of Engagefnents. 

' With Mr, Ginger, apprentice, seven years and 
four months. 

'With Mr. Payne, shopman, seven years and 
eight months. 

'In business for myself, from June 30, 1797, 
to 1839, forty-two years.' 

Here, then, in Hatchard's own words, 
is a fragment of autobiography which I 
purpose to add to from a variety of 
sources, and continue the narrative of the 
firm he founded down to more recent 
times, indicating how a business, almost 
unique m character, has been carried on, 
and the support which very many dis- 
tinguished people have granted to it in 
the past, and the many more who do the 
same at the present day. 

The first statement of interest which 
we hear of in connexion with young 
Hatchard is his going in 1 782 ' on trial 
to Mr. Bensley,' who was a famous printer 


then occupying a court off the Strand, but 
who later moved to Bolt Court, the pre- 
mises just vacated by the genius of Fleet 
Street Dr. Johnson. At the time when 
young Hatchard went on trial to Bensley, 
Dr. Johnson was living at 8 Bolt Court 
(since destroyed by fire). 

Hatchard does not seem to have 
attached himself to Bensley, for he only 
remained three weeks when Mr, Ginger, 
a Bookseller and Publisher, took him as 
apprentice. Ginger kept a shop in Great 
College Street, Westminster, and was, in 
all probability, a friend of Hatchard's 
father, the families being neighbours in 
the old-fashioned district of Westminster 
Abbey. Ginger having found a vacancy 
in his limited establishment for Hatchard, 
he was apprenticed, and served for a 
period of seven years until 1789. His 
employer, from all that can now be 
gathered of him, was a worthy man, and 
had a good connexion with Westminster 


School and the Royal Society, and it was 
at this place that young Hatchard first 
began a series of acquaintances which so 
much assisted his business in later years. 
At the expiration of his term with Ginger, 
Hatchard had probably gained experience 
and knowledge sufficient to please his 
proud father, who, thinking apparently that 
his son had outgrown the limits of Mr. 
Ginger's estabhshment, and that he was 
fitted for something better, he, on the day 
after his term with Ginger had expired, goes 
to the expense of 'a good supper and 
flowing bowl of punch, with some good 
songs, toasts, and sentiments.' * 

The best experience was now in store 
for young Hatchard, for a few days after 
this supper and merrymaking he goes as 
shopman to Tom Payne, the famous book- 
seller of Mews Gate. 

* This is the only occasion, as far as recorded in 
John Hatchard's life, when he gave way to right merry 
jollity. He was too industrious to ever give much time 



Thomas Payne, who, by the way, must 
not be confused with Paine the Atheist, 
had commenced business in the early part 
of the Eighteenth Century in an obscure 
place called Round Court near the Strand, 
from thence he moved about 1755 to the 
place now known only by name as Mews 
Gate, and which was contingent upon the 
King's Mews, a site now occupied by the 
National Gallery. It is said that it was 
Tom Payne's idea first to issue and circu- 
late second-hand Catalogues, for whereas 
Sales of Books by Auction had taken 
place much earlier, the Sales of books by 
the private circulation of Catalogues had 
never been properly worked before Payne's 
time. If this be so, the book-collecting 
world should annually meet and drink to 
the health of ' Honest Tom Payne,' who 
must have been the means of bringing 
much happiness to the many enthusiastic 
book-collectors of that day. 

We are told that the shop was in the 


shape of the letter L, and was the first 
that obtained the name and reputation of 
being a Literary Coffee House and Book- 
seller's combined. No print of the place 
exists, but it must be pictured as a place 
sombre and gloomy as to its exterior, its 
interior known only to the illustrious literati 
of the day, who cracked their jokes and 
gave way to infinite merriment in the re- 
tiring-room of their host, just as one reads 
of erudite members of the Roxburghe Club, 
who ' met joyfully, dined comfortably, chal- 
lenged eagerly, tippled prettily, divided re- 
gretfully, and paid the bill most cheerfully.' 

Here, at Tom Payne's, there met 
Beloe, Cracherode, and the many other 
bibliophiles and scholars of the period. 

The value of the experiences gained 
by young Hatchard at Payne's shop can 
hardly be over-estimated. Here he was 
brought in connexion with the best book- 
buyers in a great book-collecting period. 
His gracious and willing manner brought 


him all the friends he required, and in 
his laudable desire to get on he was en- 
couraged all round. A little further on, in 
saying something of the booksellers of a 
past day, I shall refer again to Payne's shop, 
when it will be seen what an important 
place it was at the close of the last century. 

During the time that Hatchard re- 
mained at the Mews Gate he lived close 
by at Monmouth Court, Whitcomb Street, 
forming associations both in and out of 
business. To one of the latter it was 
that he owed the principal financial assis- 
tance essential to enable him to make a 
start, with further loans *from J. Penn, Esq., 
Henry Hoare, Esq., and others.' 

In the memorandum-book he enters, 
under date July ist, 1797: 

*Took a shop lately occupied by Mr. White, 
173 Piccadilly, subject to pay 31/. \os, goodwill 
and 40/. per annum/ 

Then follow the names of other bene- 
factors, and a note which points to an 


unusual amount of good feeling existing 

between his former employer and himself: 

*Mr. Payne's civility very great/ 

So far I have traced the progress 
of Hatchard from his commencement at 
Bensley s to the proud day when he fixed 
his name over a door in the finest street 
in London ; confident in his own qualifi- 
cations for success, and with good training 
from excellent masters, he had little to 
fear, for he had a line of his own to take, 
and throughout his career he doggedly 
stuck to that particular line, and quickly 
gathered round him a very wealthy 
clientele. I shall now give some few facts 
as to the other bookshops of the period, 
with some special reference to those with 
which John Hatchard, then aged twenty- 
nine, was brought in contact . 



But I have hardly done justice to the 
memory of Thomas Payne. Much scat- 
tered material exists for use, and Payne 
seems to repay a little research. He was 
the forerunner of Thorpe and Rodd, two 
of the greatest booksellers this century has 
seen in London, but these, too, are also 
forgotten. There were, indeed, giants in 
those days for book distribution such as 
we have not among us now. 

*The few old fellows,' says Beloe, 'that 
are yet left chuckle at the recollection of 
the numerous and cheerful meetings which 
used to take place at Honest Tom 
Payne's at the Mews Gate, and at Peter 
Elmsley's in the Strand. In these places 
of resort, at a certain period of the after- 


noon, a wandering scholar in search of 
pabtdum might be almost certain of meet- 
ing Cracherode, George Steevens, Malone, 
Windham, Lord Stormont, Sir John Haw- 
kins, Lord Spencer, Porson, Burney, King of 
Mansfield Street, Townley, Colonel Stanley, 
and various other bookish men.' 

Payne's was the great resort of the 
princely buyers of books. Of ' Honest 
Tom ' we are told that he was ' warm 
in his friendships as in his politics, a 
convivial cheerful companion, and unalter- 
able in the cut and colour of his coat, 
he uniformly pursued one object, fair 
dealing ! ' No doubt John Hatchard was 
proud to be the right hand man of such 
an one, and to render service as well 
to the distinguished men who met day 
after day. All this was long before the 
AthenEEum Club was founded, and when 
the Coffee House, as known to us 
through Dryden and Addison, had fallen 
out of vogue or into thorough disrepute, 


then the bookshop as a centre of intelli- 
gence was used as the literary man's club* 
Mathias in his Pursuits of Literature says : 

*0r must I as a wit with learned air 
Like Doctor Dewlap to Tom Payne's repair, 
Meet Cyrill Jackson and mild Cracherode, 
'Mid literary gods myself a god ? ' 

« « « « « 

* Hold ! ' cries Tom Payne, * that margin let me 

And rate the separate value of the treasure ; 
Eager they gaze — well, sir, the feat is done, 
Cracherode's Poetae Principes have won/ 

Here there is a picture of the savants 
of the last decade of the last century as 
they met at the Mews Gate with all the 
airs peculiar to men of learning. In his 
notes in the passage quoted above Mathias 
is anxious to make clear that though 
Dr. Dewlap stands for 'any portly divine/ 
the reader will supply one to his fancy. 
Cyrill Jackson is the Dean of Christchurch, 
exemplary for his diligence and learning.. 
Cracherode is the Reverend Clayton Mor- 


daunt Cracherode, a wealthy parson, and 
the owner of a very choice library of 
Classical books, famous for their wide mar- 
gins and excellent preservation, and now 
lodged in the British Museum. Cracherode 
must be regarded as one of the most truly 
great book collectors, and one of the most 
ardenr that the clerical profession has ever 
claimed, which is saying a good deal, for 
the clergy have ever been good bookmen. 
Cracherode's tastes lay in the direction of 
Books, Medals, Prints, and Drawings. In 
the letters of Samuel Denne, the writer 
says of Cracherode, ' Whilst I resided at 
Vauxhall, above forty years ago, I have often 
seen him at Tom Payne's literary coffee- 
house He was a rich man and a 

mature scholar. His passion for collecting 
was strong even in death ; and whilst he 
was in his last extremity Thane was buying 

prints for him at Richardson's In his 

final visit to Payne's shop he put an Edin- 
burgh. Terence into one pocket and a large 


Cebes into the other, and expressed an 
earnest desire to carry away Triveti AnnaleSy 
and Henry Stevens Pindar in old binding/ 
John Hatchard's good friend and em- 
ployer died February 2, 1799, at the mature 
age of fourscore and two more. His epitaph 
by his son and successor shall be put down 
here, so that everything may be done to 
keep the memory green of good old honest 
Tom Payne : 

^Around this tomb ye friends of learning bend ! 

It holds your faithful, though your humble friend ! 

Here lies the literary merchant Payne, 

The countless volumes that he sold contain 

No name by liberal commerce more carest 

For virtue that became her votary's breast. 

Of cheerful probity, and kindly, plain. 

He felt no wish for disingenuous gain ; 

In manners frank, in manly spirit high. 

Alert good nature sparkled in his eye ; 

Not learned, he yet had learning's power to please. 

Her social sweetness, her domestic ease. 

A son, whom his example guides and cheers. 

Thus, guards the hallo'd dust his heart reveres; 

Love bade him thus a due memorial raise, 

And friendly juistice penned this genuine praisq/ 


Beloe points out that there was, in 
his day, a ready disposition among literary 
men to interchange communications which 
may be mutually useful, to accommodate 
one another with the loan of books, to point 
out sources of information, and carry on a 
pleasant, friendly, and profitable commerce. 
He then adds that the best means of cement- 
ing literary friendship occurs in the shape 
of eminent booksellers, and to prove this 
there are abundant facts. Michael Johnson. 
the father of the iamous Dr. Samuel John- 
son, was one of the early types of this class 
of bookseller. He worthily maintained and 
carried on his business in a provincial town, 
and made his place a resort and lounge for 
all who cared for literature in the Cathedral 
town of Lichfield. 

By some it will be remembered that the 
first meeting of Boswell with Johnson oc- 
cured in Tom Davies' bookshop in Russell 
Street, Covent Garden. Here Johnson is 
reported to have talked much, and some- 



times, in moments of apparent abstraction, j 

would ejaculate some pious sentence. It j 

appears that Mrs. Davies was a very pretty 
woman, as Churchhill had said, * that Davies 
hath a very pretty wife/ And Johnson, 
muttering to himself, *lead us not into 
temptation,' used, with waggish and gallant 
humour, to whisper to Mrs. Davies, *You, 
my dear, are the cause of all this.' 

Johnson's experiences of Booksellers were 
very varied. He had not quite the same 
opinion of Osborne that he had of Davies. 
But probably poor Osborne could not afford 
the extravagance of a pretty wife like Tom 
Davies. The story is well known how, when 
Johnson was earning the most miserable 
pittance as a Cataloguer for Osborne, he fell 
out with his employer, and, knocking him 
down with a folio, called him a blockhead. 
* Sir, he was impertinent to me, and I beat 
him,' was the Doctor's version of the story 

In Pall Mall, Na 51 (neariy opposite 


Marlborough House) late in the Eighteenth 
Century, Robert Dodsley kept his shop, 
called 'The Tully's Head.' Here, too, would 
meet Johnson and Burke, Young and Aken- 
side, Walpole, Warton, and others. 

Boswell, good friend to the booksellers, 
speaks of 'my worthy friends and book- 
sellers, Messrs. Dilly, in the Poultry, at 
whose hospitable and well-covered table I 
have seen a greater number of literary men 
than at any other except that of Sir Joshua 

Scott first met Byron in Murray's rooms 
at Albemarle Street, and Gibbon first met 
Porson at Peter Elmsley's in the Strand. 

When John Hatchard set up in Piccadilly 
in 1797 he had several competitors, though 
none that touched quite the nature of his 
business. Debrett had succeeded Almon, 
and Wright and Ridgway were close by. 
At Wright's shop, which was almost next 
door to Hatchard's, there occurred the fa- 
mous encounter between Gifford and Wolcot. 


Gifford, the editor of the Anti-Jacobin^ wrote 
an Epistle to Peter Pindar, ending with the 
lines : 

* Thou can'st not think, nor have I power to tell, 
How much I scorn and loathe thee, so farewell/ 

Wolcot, greatly incensed at a form of 
insult which he himself largely practised, 
waited for his libeller near Wright's shop, 
and, seeing him enter, struck him on the 
head with a stick. A scene ensued which 
has become a matter of history. How Wol- 
cot was pitched into the gutter has been well 
told by Mr. Wheatley and others before him. 

Wright's shop was at 169, and was a 
Political house. It was here that the Anti- 
Jacobin newspaper first appeared, and the 
Intercepted Letters of Bonaparte were first 
published. Hatchard's ledger entries of the 
time show the immense sales that the Inter- 
cepted Letters had, and the morning of 
publication was as memorable as years later 
was a new volume of Macaulay's History 
or Dickens' Novels. 

William Upcott, the industrious compiler 
of a valuable topographical book, records, 
among his youthful recollections when he was 
assistant at a neighbouring shop in Picca- 
dilly, the visits to the various neighbouring 
bookshops of Burke, Pitt, Fox, Sheridan, 
Grattan, George Steevens, Malone, Canning, 
Dr. Burney, Dr. Parr, Bishop Montagu, 
' and a variety of literary ladies.' These last 
were the ' Blue Stockings ' of the period, 
against whom nothing worse could be said 
than that ' they read the British Mercury 
and the Anti-Jacobin.' Dr. Stillingfleet, 
whose blue worsted stockings gave the name 
'Blue Slocking' to the surcesfiors of Mrs. 
Montague's coterie, died within a few doors 
of where Hatchard first commenced business. 

But though Hatchard was at first only 
one of a group of competing booksellers, he 
saw that in what was then, as now, the 
principal West-end thoroughfare, there was 
room for more than one bookselling business, 
and he had sufficient self-confidence to per- 


suade himself of the probability of outliving 
a good many of his competitors. At the 
present day Ridgway is the only one re- 
maining contemporary with the period of 
commencement Many famous book^ops 
of a past day have risen and set in this same 
region, and at one time there were just about 
as many bookshops as there are Clubs now. 
Beloe, already referred to, has given a long 
list of them all, and, soured spirit that he 
was, very little does he say in favour of any 
one. He satirizes Murray, not without a note 
of irony, as a * superb ' bookseller. Cadell as 
the * opulent ' bookseller, and this was cer- 
tainly just, for Cadell had been most fortunate 
in his purchase of copyrights, and perhaps 
none but Beloe ever had a word against him. 
Faulder of New Bond Street, Egerton of 
Whitehall, Edwards of Pall Mall, and 
Hatchard, stand for others of Beloe s cha- 
racters in the pages of the Sexagenarian. 
He calls Edwards the 'exotic' [not erotic) 
bookseller. From his father he had inherited 


a training as a bookseller and as a book- 
binder, and he is reported to have been the 
inventor of the rather pretty art of painting 
landscapes on the external leaves of a book, 
which only became visible when unfolded to 
a certain distance. Beloe adds, ' Be the 
above as it may, the son was the first person 
who professedly displayed in the metropolis 
shelves of valuable books in splendid bindings, 
and, having taken a large house in one of the 
most frequented and fashionable streets, it 
soon became the resort of the gay morning 
loungers of both sexes. At the same time, 
also, invitation was held out to students and 
scholars and persons of real taste of the 
opportunity of seeing and examining the 
most curious and rare books, manuscripts, 
and missals.' 

Another notable contemporary, not left 
unnoticed by the Sexagenarian, was Gardner 
of Pall Mall, called the 'Snuffy' bookseller. 
Gardner had received an University edu- 
cation with a view to taking Holy Orders. 


He appears to have been disappointed as 
to preferment, and took to bookselling as 
a final resort, but even this did not offer 
sufficient consolation to save him from 



Piccadilly in the year 1 797 differed in 
many points from that of to-day. In Mr. 
Planchd's Recollections, published in 1872, 
we are told that, on the night of January ist, 
1807, he walked down Piccadilly and found 
' the most magnificent street in London 
radiant with gleams of brilliant and unex- 
pected light.' This, which to-day would 
seem a fitting description of the most per- 
fected form of electric light, has reference 
in fact to the then new illuminant, gas. 
The old prints so familiar to collectors re- 
present the old wall in front of Burlington 
House, and the rumbling, heavy- wheeled 
waggons making their si uggish journeys 
westward along the Reading road. 

The Albany, that unique and curiously- 
secluded place, brought John Hatchard many 


patrons. Here lived, in 1814, Lord Byron, 
and here he wrote his Lara. George Can- 
ning, a regular patron of Hatchard*s, lived 
at A 5 in 1 8 1 o, and many years later the 
familiar figures of Thackeray and Macaulay, 
also occupants of Albany Chambers, might 
have been seen crossing the road for an 
occasional visit to a book-shop familiar to 
them from their youth. 

Macaulay, as is well known, wrote a great 
part of his History in the Albany, from 
1843-6. Henry Luttrell and * Monk ' Lewis 
were also occupants of chambers in the 
same bachelor quarter. 

A little further West, but within a stone's 
throw, at the 'White Horse Cellars,' might 
be seen and heard each day, and almost 
every hour, the cheerful coach-horn, blown 
by a genuine guard sitting behind a genuine 
coachman, and about to take a journey, not 
around the park, but past milestone after 
milestone, village, hamlet, and town, into 
the far West of England. The 'Three 


Kings' inn stood where No, 75 now stands, 
and which became later the book-shop of 
John Camden Hotten. At the gateway 
were two pillars, which were believed to be 
relics of a famous house of a former day.* 

Never, perhaps, has Piccadilly been the 
scene of so much excitement as on that 
memorable occasion when, in April 18 lO, 
Sir Francis Burdett was taken to the Tower. 
On June 22 following he was released, and 
another scene, almost more exciting than 
the previous one, took place. 

Conspicuous in all early references to 
Piccadilly is the inn known as ' The Pillars 
of Hercules.' This sign was frequently 
used on the inns at the outskirts of towns 
and cities. When Squire Western came to 
London he stopped at the Piccadilly ' Pillars 
of Hercules,' which was standing as late 
as 1797, and perhaps later, so that John 
Hatchard was a contemporary householder 
with the illustrious person, name unknown, 


who kept this inn and entertained Sheridan. 
Close to the * Pillars of Hercules ' stood 
the Turnpike, west of which there were a 
few cottages ; but the road, even at this 
spot, suggested a receding town and the 
entrance upon the country. Not so many 
years before the period now described Horace 
Walpole says that, as he was sitting in his 
dining-room in Arlington Street one night 
at eleven o'clock, he heard a loud cry of 
' stop thief!' He found that a highwayman 
had attacked a post-chaise in Piccadilly, 
not forty yards from his house, and that 
the man had escaped. 

Among very many famous residents of 
Piccadilly during John Hatchard's period 
there should be mentioned Lord Byron, who 
lived at 139, and probably wrote the Siege 
of Corinth there. Before him, in part of 
the same house, had been that notorious 
pleasure-seeker, the Duke of Queensberry, 
who lived till 18 10 in the most unblushing 
pursuit of his coarser delights. It is re- 


corded again and again how the infamous old 
profligate would sit in his balcony and watch 
the stream of human beings that passed be- 
neath his gaze. No sooner did he spy a 
lady to his fancy than a servant, always 
kept in readiness for the purpose, was sent 
in pursuit. Mr. Andrew Lang has said it 
is part of the moralities of Piccadilly to re- 
member that ' Old Q.', sitting in his balcony 
under his parasol watching the women with 
his one wicked old eye, had been that gay 
young Lord March, who ' never knew 
Mrs. Bernstein but as an old woman ; and 
if she ever had beauty, hang me if I know 
how she spent it' * 

The stories of ' Old Q.' are too numerous 
to touch upon here, but many have been 
narrated in the scarce little volumes called 
The Piccadilly Ambulator, or Old Q., con- 
taining memoirs of the private life of that 
ever-green votary of Venus, by J. P. Hur- 
stone, Esq. A coloured frontispiece shows 
* Thackeray, Virginians. 


• _^ _^ 

him with his green parasol, his bine coat 
and rosette, sitting at ease on his balcony- 
peering through his eyeglass. 

Scott, in one of his early visits to London 
in 1803, stayed at what is now 96 Piccadilly. 
Later he stayed at 25 Pall Mall, 85 and 
86 Jermyn Street, and at Long's Hotel in 
Bond Street. Many of these places remain 
almost entirely unchanged. The Albany, 
for instance, has altered very little, and 
St. James's Church hardly at all, even from 
the time when John Evelyn went to St. 
James's and entered in his diary, Dec. 16, 
1684, that he had been to see the * New 
Church at St. James's.' 

Here now rest all that remain of 
' Old Q.' himself, Tom D'Urfey, Arbuthnot, 
the wit and physician ; Gillray, the cari- 
caturist; Mark Akenside, and many more. 



In the midst of such literary and his- 
torical associations, John Hatchard, as we 
have seen from the entry in his memorandum 
book, took up his abode in 1797. He was 
then twenty-nine years old, a young man of 
exemplary piety, shrewd sense, and pos- 
sessed by a determination to succeed. He 
had already had fifteen years' experience of 
book-selling, seven years and four months 
with Mr. Ginger, of Westminster, and seven 
years and eight months with Mr. Payne. 
His first shop at 173 was immediately east of 
the Egyptian Hall, a dimly lighted, sombre- 
looking place, now occupied by a saddler. 
He seems to have found one assistant 
sufficient for his requirements, and entries 
appear: — George, his wages, 2/. \2s. 6d., 
which is a monthly payment. We have no 


portrait of John Hatchard earlier than the 
one which is here inserted, nor have we 
one of his wife, who, as far as is known, 
took no part in the business. 

The other premises occupied at various 
times by Hatchard were all on the same 
unfashionable side of the street. He was 
first at 173, then in June, 1801, he moved 
to 190, and later to 187, where the business 
is to-day carried on. This side of Picca- 
dilly, though least favoured by pedestrians, 
has always (with one notable exception) 
been the side for Booksellers and Publishers, 
and those who did not rely upon a casual 
business, but who had a good connection. 
In the autobiographical notes left behind by 
Hatchard, he says — after reminding us of the 
to him substantial financial results of Reform 
or Ruin, and that this was his starting point 
— that he was appointed Publisher of the 
Christian Observer^ and the Reports of the 
Society for Bettering tlie Condition of the 
Poor. The famous periodicals of that day, 



many years previous to the days of the 
Edinburgh and Quarterly, were the Gentle- 
man's Magazine, the European Magazine, the 
Monthly Review, and the Christian Observer. 
This last circulated largely among what then 
had got to be called the Clapham sect, so 
well described by Sir James Stephen, and 
later by Mrs. Oliphant. Foremost among 
the Clapham sect were Wilberforce, Gran- 
ville Sharp, Clarkson, Zachary Macaulay, 
and 'Bobby' Inglis. These and very many 
more of the same body were patrons of 
Hatchard in the early days. 

Macaulay, when only little Tom, and 
the son of his father, was accustomed to 
visit Hatchard's and make his precocious 
purchases. Readers of Trevelyan's Life of 
Macaulay will remember the many stories of 
Hannah More, and her various endeavours 
after the intellectual training of the young 
historian. Scarcely a letter does she write 
to his father, Zachary, but what it includes 
some message of advice to Tom. It was 


her frequently expressed wish that Tom 
would get his books at Hatchard's. When 
he was six years old, she writes : * Though 
you are a little boy now, you will one 
day, if it please God, be a man, but long 
before you are a man I hope you will be 
a scholar. I, therefore, wish you to pur- 
chase such books as will be useful and agree- 
able to you then, and that you employ this 
very small sum in laying a tiny comer-stone 
for your future Library.* A year or two 
afterwards she thanks him for his ' two 
letters so neat and free from blots. By this 
obvious improvement you have entitled 
yourself to another book, you must go to 
HatcharcTs and choose. I think we have 
nearly exhausted the epics, what say you 
to a little good prose } Johnson's Hebrides 
or Walton's Lives, unless you would like a 
nice edition of Cowper's Poems or Para- 
dise Lost f Later, in 1812, she is again 
writing to his father : * I do not find he 
(T. B. M.) has been to Hatchard*s for a 



book yet. He could not determine his 
choice when here. He is not to be circum- 
scribed in anything within two guineas ; but 
I wish he would condescend to read a Httle 
prose. ' 

It may not be generally known that 
Macaulay's first printed work appeared in 
the form of a practical joke in the pages 
of the Christian Observer, which Zachary 
Macaulay at that time edited, and Hatchard 
published. Macaulay, while profoundly res- 
pecting his father, chafed at the restriction 
which forbade the reading of novels in the 
home at Clapham, and he therefore ad- 
dressed an anonymous letter to the Editor 
of the magazine praising Fielding and other 
Eighteenth Century writers. His father 
incautiously inserted this letter, to the 
horror of many subscribers, and doubtless 
to the intense amusement of young Tom. 
We are also told of Macaulay acting as 
index-maker to his father and John 
Hatchard. When the 13th volume of the 


■ ■ - — I - — — ■ 

Christian Observer was being prepared for 
the press, the boy, then aged fourteen, drew 
up in his Christmas holidays an index to 
the book, which may be found in all copies 
of that volume. Years after this Macaulay 
wrote of ' index- makers in ragged coats of 
frieze, the very lowest of the frequenters of 
the coffee houses of Dryden, Swift,' &c. 
Some measure of intimacy existed all along 
between John Hatchard and Macaulay, and 
when on one occasion the two met on 
the Clapham stage, Macaulay confided to 
Hatchard his purpose of writing a history 
of England. 

In the annals of bookselling there are 
recorded some famous field days, when the 
literary world has been worked up to the 
greatest pitch of excitement and expectation 
pending the publication of some new work. 
Such days have been those already referred 
to when the Intercepted Letters were issued, 
when a new work by Dickens or George 
Eliot was . expected, or the publication days 


of Eiidymion and the Revised Bible. But 
perhaps none has exceeded December 
17th, 1855, when the third and fourth 
volumes of Macaulay's History were issued. 
Hatchard had on his books some three 
hundred or more subscribers who had 
entered their names in anticipation. These 
numbered several members of the Royal 
family, Cabinet Ministers, Bishops, Deans, 
and other dignitaries of note. In addition, 
there came hundreds of stray purchasers 
who had not entered their names. In six 
months the publishers had sold eighteen 
thousand copies. 

It may now be interesting to follow the 
above remarks with notes upon the many 
other distinguished people whose names are 
recorded as regular patrons of the place. 
It was Hannah More's wish, expressed 
when a girl at her Somersetshire home, 
that she should be able, when she arrived 
at womanhood and authorship, to 'live in a 
cottage too low for a clock, and to go to 


London to see Bishops and booksellers.'* 
She got her ambition satisfied, and was well- 
known at Hatchard's, both personally and 
as a correspondent. In a long letter to 
Dr. Beadon, Bishop of Bath and Wells, 
written in 1801, relating to the good work 
which she and her sisters carried on near 
Cheddar, she says that the only books 
used for teaching are those * to be had of 
Hatchard.' It must be remembered that 
John Hatchard was Hannah More's early 
publisher and bookseller. She commissions 
him to do all kinds of work, and finds him, 
no doubt, an useful and amiable friend to 
have in town. In a letter to Sir W. W. 
Pepys, she says, * I shall desire Hatchard 
to send a specimen of my very profound 
and learned half-penny and penny lucru- 
brations as a present to your Servants Hall, 
hoping, however, that you will condescend 

* Another version says she was wont to make a 
carriage of a chair, and then call her sister to ride with 
her to see Bishops and booksellers. 


to cast an eye over them yourself,' This 
looks as if Mrs. Hannah was anxious for 
the spiritual welfare of Sir W. W. Pepys 
as much as for his servants. 

Again, in 1819, she addresses a letter 
to Sir Alexander Johnstone, asking him 
'whether I ever took the liberty to present 
to your elder children my Hints for the 
Education of a young Princess, if I have not, 
will you have the goodness to desire Mr. 
Hatchard to send you a copy from the 
author, which I shall beg them to accept. 
Please to mention the third edition, as I have 
just added at the beginning a sketch of the 
character of the Princess Charlotte of Wales.' 

In the earliest ledger of Hatchard we 
find a page allotted to the purchases of 
her Majesty Queen Charlotte, wife of 
George III., who had been graciously 
pleased to favour Hatchard from his first 
commencing business. She buys L'Histoire 
de France, 5 vols. Baxter's Dying Thoughts, 
and many copies of what is entered as A 


Statement of Facts. This was a curious 
little tract by Dr. Glasse, Vicar of Hanwell, 
upon an eccentric woman supposed to be 
of noble birth, found near a haystack in 
Somerset. Altogether the account of Queen 
Charlotte shews her Majesty to have been a 
book-buying woman, though not of the type 
of Queen Elizabeth, Mary, Queen of Scots, 
or what we are told of Lady Jane Grey. 
Queen Charlotte bought liberally, and upon 
religious books she was most lavish. Smith 
On the Prophets was a favourite, and was 
purchased twelve copies at a time. She 
minds not the scandal of Wraxall, but pays 
for *two volumes boards/ fourteen shillings. 
Her Majesty also bought books of religious 
consolation, and in 1799 appears to have 
been much interested in Natural History. 

To show the interesting character of the 
business, some further extracts from the 
early Ledger may be given. John Keate, 
Esq., Eton, has a page allotted to him and 
purchases, in 1799, Shakespeare, 9 vols., 


12™', i/. 8j. ; Paley's Evidences, two vols., 
twelve shillings ; The Pleasures of Hope, six 
shillings; Cowper's Poems, small paper, eight 
shillings ; Francis' Horace, four volumes, 
thirteen shillings: White's Etymolo^cal Dic- 
tionary, twenty-one shillings. He, like 
many others, appears to have used John 
Hatchard's shop as a place for letters to be 
addressed, for an entry occurs, ' P*"" postage 
of double letter from Bath, 2s. iid.' In a 
short time old Keate has run up an account 
of 23/. 2s. lid., which he quickly discharges. 

The Reverend Clayton MordauntCrache- 
rode buys the Anti-Jacobin to the amount 
of twenty-eight shillings. But this ledger 
says no more of the purchases of this lover 
of wide margins. 

The Reverend W. Beloe finds An Essay 
on the Smoke of London, worth is. td. to 
him in 1797. He also buys Mitford's Greece 
and the Anti-facobin. 

Dr. Heberden, the famous physician, who 
lived in Pall Mall, and occupied a house 


rebuilt upon the site of one used by Nell 
Gwyn, buys medical books, of course, and 
has thrown in for light reading Rumford's 
Essay No. lo, price 2s. 6^., and Colquhoun 
On the Police. Richard Heber, brother of 
the Bishop, and the greatest bibliomaniac 
that ever lived, buys everything, a victim to 
an absolutely insatiable passion for books in 
duplicates and triplicates. He even borrows 
a guinea, and has entered by his amiable 
bookseller, * Cash for gloves, two shillings/ 

Archbishop Howley buys copy-books un- 
sparingly in 1797, and for literature. The 
Parents^ Assistant, and Mrs. M ore's Stric- 
tures on Female Education. 

An interesting account is that of the 
purchases of George Canning from 1797- 
1798. There is a tradition that Canning 
knew Hatchard as a youth when he was 
at Ginger's, and that he, like so many 
others, stuck to him all along.. Canning was 
probably living at 4 St. James' Square when 
he purchased the books enumerated below. 


He buys pamphlets by Burke, many of 
which were issued by Hatchard. Frank- 
lin's Works, The Jacobites Lamentation, 
Johnson's Works, twelve volumes, and many 
more. All Canning's speeches were pub- 
lished about this time by Hatchard, and the 
'Cicero of the British Senate' was probably 
a very frequent visitor. 

The Rev. R. H. Froude, Vicar of Dart- 
ington, Devon, grandfather of Mr, J. A. 
Froude. and father of Richard Hurrell 
Froude, requests that his parcels be sent ' by 
Exeter Waggon,' and, trusting to the security 
of that conveyance, he orders Sermons by 
Robert Hall and Sydney Smith, Syme's 
Embassy to Ava, Laing's History of Scotland, 
and much more. 

One name has yet to be mentioned, that 
of William Wilberforce, perhaps the most 
frequent visitor of any yet named. Wil- 
berforce appears to have used the place, 
like Keate and some others, to have his 
letters addressed there. Writing to Zachary 


Macaulay on January 7, 181 5, he says, *I 
have had last, not least, a Haytian corres- 
pondent. Two days ago I received a note 
from Hatchard telling me that a letter had 
come for me of eighty-five ounces, and was 
charged 37/. lOi*., and that he refused it. 
It was explained by a letter from the Post 
Office, which very handsomely, under the 
peculiar circumstances of the case, let me 
off for a peppercorn of 75"., which I shall 
gladly pay.' A visit of Mrs. Wilberforce is 
also on record, where she is down as having 
borrowed 10^. bd. An occasion when per- 
haps her housekeeping money had run short. 

Besides the authors and other famous 
people named already, there would meet 
here, for purposes other than book purchase, 
a number of political, social, and literary 

In 1817a troublesome case of libel, which 
resulted in Hatchard being arraigned and 
tried, occurred owing to some error remain- 
ing uncorrected in the Report of the African 


Institution. As in many other cases of libel, 
the publisher himself was the scapegoat for 
the delinquencies of others. At the trial, an 
account of which was separately issued,* many 

*(....* The King v, John Hatchard for a libel on 
the Aides-de-camp of Sir James Leigh, &c.' 18 17. 
Pages 54, 55.) 

A Report of 

The Trial 


The King v. John Hatchard 


A Libel on the 

Aides-de-Camp of Sir James Leigh, 

Governor and Commander-in-Chief of the Leeward Islands, 

and the 

Grand Jury of the Island of Antigua, 

as published in the 

Tenth Report of the Directors of the African Institution, 

In the 

Court of King's Bench, 

Before Mr. Justice Abbott, and a Special Jury, 

On February 20, 181 7, 

Together with 

Mr. Justice Bayley's Address in Pronouncing the 

Sentence of the Court 

Taken in Shorthand by Mr. Gurney. 


Printed for Whitmore and Fenn, Charing Cross. 



well-known men of the time came forward 
and spoke up unhesitatingly for Hatchard. 
This enabled him to get off more lightly 
than he otherwise would have done. Wil- 
berforce enters in his Journal, * As soon 
as the mistake was known the publication 
was suppressed, but the opportunity could 
not be wasted, and the cause was pushed to 
trial, and Hatchard, the publisher, was found 
guilty, as we expected. We, of course, shall 
prevent his suffering.' 

The name of the real libeller was never 
given up, and Wilberforce remarks, * He 
seems a little disposed to regard himself 
as a Saint in our Calendar, though poor 
Hatchard has been a Martyr.' 

The following extract from his Counsel's 
appeal is not without interest and amuse- 
ment : 

* . . . . Now Mr. Hatchard, the Bookseller, he 
wants no introduction to this place ; he is one of 
the most respectable of the Tradesmen in the 
metropolis. He has been carrying on a business, 
always attended with peril and danger, in a manner 




to exempt him (until the Legislative Body of 

Antigua have ordered him to be prosecuted), not 
only from prosecution, but from reproach. Look 
at the shelves of his warehouse, the contents of 
them are calculated to promote and increase 
science and useful knowledge, to enlarge the sphere 
of the moral fitness of mankind, and I will venture 
to say that no man who will go out a purchaser 
from his shop can make a selection which has not 
the object of making him a better man than he 
was before the purchase. This is the man to-day 
brought before you for publishing a Libel on the 
Grand Jury of the Island of Antigua, an unnamed 
and undesignated individual, a not-to-be-found 
individual. I am obliged to take liberties with 
language to describe the anomalous condition of 

men not-to-be-found This man of virtue 

and integrity is supposed to have published this 
with a view to traduce the character, either of the 
Grand Jury in its aggregate character, or some one 
of eight individuals who fill the character of Aides- 
de-camp of Sir James Leigh.' 

Serjeant Buzfuz could have done no better. 



Lord Beaconsfield, referring to the early 
work of his father as a literary man, and the 
publication of his work On the Abuse of 
Satire, says that he, Isaac Disraeli, was 
indebted for the success of this book to 
Uhe warm personal friendship of Mr. Pye.* 
Then, after a rather superfluous explanation 
as to who Mr. Pye was, Lord Beaconsfield 
says, * in those days when literary clubs did 
not exist, and when even political ones were 
very limited and exclusive in their character, 
the booksellers' shops were social rendezvous. 
Debrett's was the chief haunt of the Whigs, 
Hatchard's, I believe, of the Tories. It was 
at the latter house that my father made the 
acquaintance of Mr. Pye, then publishing 
his translation of Aristotle's Poetics, and so 
strong was party feeling at that period, that 


one day walking together down Piccadilly, 
Mr. Pye, stopping at the door of Debrett, 
requested his companion to join, adding 
that if he (Pye) had the audacity to enter 
more than one person would tread upon 
his toes.' 

Pye was at this time at the height of his 
fame, and a frequent visitor to Hatchard's. 
He does not appear to have been much of a 
book buyer, but as Poet Laureate (he had 
succeeded Warton in 1790) he was perhaps 
entitled to a good many indulgences. 

On October 8 he sends, according to 
the muchnquoted Ledger, a copy of The 
Inquisitor, a two-volume book of which he 
was probably the anonymous author, to Mr. 
Disraeli, and about the same date he is 
charged a good round sum for advertise- 
ments. Evidently The Inquisitor was a 
favourite child of this much-abused Laureate. 
Lord Beaconsfield, mindful of the verdict of 
his day upon H. J, Pye, says, in the account 
already referred to, that although the literary 


sympathy between his father and Pye was 
complete, he possessed *an elegant turn of 
mind, rather than one of that energy and 
vigour which a youth required for a com- 
panion at that moment' 

Besides the poetical works of Pye, 
Hatchard had dealings with a poet whose 
name is still much respected. 

In 1799 Crabbe left his former publisher, 
and opened a correspondence with Hatchard, 
from whom he received sufficient encourage- 
ment to prepare for publication a volume of 
miscellaneous poems, which, owing to the 
criticism of a friend, were withheld, and the 
first volume issued by Hatchard for Crabbe 
appeared in 1807. It contained The Parish 
Register y Sir Eustace Grey^ The Birth of 
Flattery^ and other minor pieces.. The sale 
of this volume was very large, and his son 
says that ' two days after Jeffi^ey's article in 
the Edinburgh Review Mr. Hatchard sold 
off the whole of the first edition of these 
poems.' The minor poet of to-day is distri- 



buted in the same way, 'only more so.' With 
him all copies are sold before publication. 

Among congratulatory letters is one from 
Mrs. Burke, whose husband was one of the 
first to encourage the poet, atid another from 
Sir Walter Scott, who writes very appreciat- 
ingly of the poet whose fame had come so late. 
' I should certainly have availed myself,' 
writes Scott, ' of the freemasonrj' of author- 
ship to address to you a copy of a new poetical 
attempt which I have now upon the anvil, 
and esteem myself particularly obliged to Mr. 
Hatchard, and to your goodness, acting upon 
his information, for giving me the opportunity 
of paving the way for such a freedom.' 

It would seem that as soon as the volume 
of poems was ready Hatchard sent a copy 
to Sir Walter Scott, and though the reply 
of the great novelist is missing now, we 
know from Lockhart that it contained some 
flattering expressions, which being duly com- 
municated to Crabbe, he addressed Scott in 
reply as follows : 


* To Walter Scott, Esq., Edinburgh, 

'Merstofiy Grantham^ i^th October y i8 12. 

*Sir, — Mr. Hatchard, judging rightly of the 
satisfaction it would afford me, has been so obliging" 
as to communicate your two letters, in one of which 
you desire my Tales to be sent ; in the other you 
acknowledge the receipt of them ; and in both you 
mention my verses in such terms that it would 
be affected in me were I to deny, and I think 
unjust if I were to conceal, the pleasure you give 
me. I am indeed highly gratified. 

*I have long entertained a hearty wish to be 
made known to a poet whose works are so greatly 
and so universally admired, and I continued to 
hope that I might at some time find a common 
friend, by whose intervention I might obtain that 
honour, but I am confined by duties near my home^ 
and by sickness in it. It may be long before I be 
in town, and then no such opportunity might offer. 
Excuse me then, sir, if I gladly seize this which 
now occurs to express my thanks for the politeness 
of your expressions, as well as my desire of being 
known to a gentleman who has delighted and 
affected me, and moved all the passions and feelings 
in turn, I believe — envy surely excepted, certainly 
if I know myself, but in a moderate degree. I 
truly rejoice in your success, and while I am enter- 
taining, in my way, a certain set of readers, for the 






most part, probably, of peculiar turn and habit, I 
can with pleasure see the effect you produce on 
all. Mr. Hatchard tells me that he hopes or 
expects that thousands will read my Tales, and I 
am convinced that your publisher might, in like 
manner, so speak of your ten thousands ; but this, 
though it calls to mind the passage, is no true 
comparison with the related prowess of David and 
Saul, because I have no evil spirit to arise and 
trouble me on the occasion, though, if 1 had, I 
know no David whose skill is so likely to allay it. 
Once more, sir, accept my best thanks, with my 
hearty wishes for your health and happiness, who 
am, with great esteem, and true respect, Dear Sir, 
your obedient Servant. , gjsorof, Crabbe.' 

Scott's reply to this communication cannot 
be produced. Mr. Crabbe appears to have, 
in the course of the year, sent him a copy 
of all of his works, 'ex dono auctoris.' 

Then conies a charming correspondence 
{fully given by Lockhart), and in one letter 
Scott, having referred to himself ' fagging 
as a clerk ' — he was a Clerk to the Supreme 
Court — the reference draws the following 
reply from Crabbe : — 


* To Walter Scott, Esq., Edinburgh. 

* My dear Sir, — Law, then, is your profession — 
I mean a profession you give your mind and time 
to — but how * fag as a clerk ?' Clerk is the name 
for a learned person, I know in our Church ; but 
how the same hand that held the pen of Mar- 
mion, holds that which a clerk fags, unless a 
clerk means something vastly more than I under- 
stand — is not to be comprehended. I wait for 
elucidation, know you, dear sir, I have often 
thought I should love to read reports ; that is, 
brief histories of extraordinary cases, with the 
judgments. If that is what is meant by reports, 
such reading must be pleasant ; but, probably, I 
entertain wrong ideas, and could not understand 
the books I think so engaging. Yet I conclude 
there are histories of cases, and have often thought 
of consulting Hatchard whether he knew of such 
kind of reading, but hitherto I have rested in 
ignorance. * Yours truly, 'Qeorge Crabbe/ 

In the Life of the Poet, young Mr. 
Crabbe j^ives an instance of his father's love 
of books, and his homely ways under the 
roof of his publisher and bookseller. Mr. 
Crabbe says, ' calling one day at Mr. 
Hatchard's, in Piccadilly, he (Mr. H.) said 

' Look round,' and pointed to his inner 
room, and there stood my father reading 
intently, as his manner was, with his knees 
somewhat bent, insensible to all around 
him. How homelike was the sight of that 
venerable white head among a world of 
strangers. He was engaged, and I was 
leaving town ; . . . . after a short, cheerful 
half-hour we parted,' 

Though Hatchard from the commence- 
ment sold all kinds of books, his place was 
famous in the early days as a pamphlet shop. 
Before the days of so many daily papers and 
magazines the pamphlet held a much more 
important place in literature than it now 
does. Hatchard provided special accommoda- 
tion for a great array of pamphlets, prominent 
among them being Reform or Ruin, which 
had been ' boomed ' so well, the separate 
speeches of Canning, various pamphlets 
by Burke, the Marquess Wellesley, Henry 
Thornton, and William Wilberforce. Among 
the many successful books issued were Sher- 


wood's History of the Fairchild Family^ 
Marshairs Extracts from F^nilon, The 
Maxims of Theresa Tidy, Thornton's Family 
Prayers y The Lectures of Henry Blunt, Vicar 
of Chelsea, The Peep of Day, and the very 
successful series of books which followed, all 
by Mrs. Mortimer. Various works of Arch- 
bishop Sumner, Miss Jewsbury, Caroline 
Fry, Bishop Oxenden, Martin Tupper, and 
very many more. As already stated, nearly 
all Canning's publications bore Hatchard's 
name, and when Gladstone, *a young man 
of unblemished character, .... the rising 
hope of stern and unbending Tories,' pub- 
lished his book on Defence of the Church in 
1838, Hatchards name was considered to 
convey such weight as a Church house that 
the imprint of 187 Piccadilly appeared along- 
side that of Murray. In later years, when a 
young and exuberant author offered Hatchard 
a child's book containing the lines — 

* The animals went in one by one. 
Dash it, says Noah, they'll never be done,' 



he scornfully rejected the book, and pointed 
triumphantly to his Catalogue with its array 
of Trimmers, Sherwoods, and Hannah Mores. 

The facts hitherto stated have referred 
almost entirely to the first twenty years or 
so of Hatchard's Piccadilly career. I shall 
deal now in the pages which follow with 
perhaps the most prosperous period the 
house experienced. Hatchard, having suc- 
ceeded in forming profitable associations with 
wealthy authors and bookbuyers of the day, 
was enabled to offer better payments for 
manuscripts, and rival in his bids many of 
the largest houses. 

Sydney Smith, who could hardly have 
written the following unless he had some 
personal acquaintance with the shop, com- 
menced an article in the Edinburgh Revien} 
in 1810 on Public Schools with the following 
words : ' There is a set of well-dressed 
prosperous gentlemen who assemble daily at 
Mr. Hatchard's shop, clean, civil personages 
well in with the people in power, delighted 


with every existing institution, arid almost 
with every existing circumstance, and every 
now and then one of these personages writes 
a little book, and the rest praise that little 
book, expecting to be praised in their turn 
for their own little books, and of these little 
books thus written by these clean, civil per- 
sonages, so expecting to be praised, the 
pamphlet before us appears to be one/ 

This amusing passage suggests two possi- 
bilities. First, the antiquity of log-rolling, 
and, secondly, that some of the bookshops 
Sydney Smith was accustomed to visit were 
not all as * Mr. Hatchard's ' was — and is — the 
meeting-place of * clean, civil personages.* 

While speaking of the place in the early 
days as a rendezvous, it may be appropriate 
to mention the fact that ' The Royal Horti- 
cultural Society' received its first definite 
organization on the 7th of March, 1804, *^t ^ 
meeting held at the house of Mr. Hatchard, 
the Publisher, in Piccadilly.' Among those 
who then met and inaugurated that flourish- 


ing Society were John Wedgwood, Andrew 
Knight, the Earl of Dartmouth, and Charles 
Greville. It is a matter of tradition, amount- 
ing almost to a certainty, that a room now 
used for despatching orders was once a 
private parlour set aside for such gatherings 
as met when the Horticultural Society was 
first started. Here, too, bishops and clergy 
of the Low Church Party, stimulated by the 
teaching of Wilberforce and Hannah More, 
seceded from the Bible and the Sun, Riving- 
ton's house in St. Paul's Churchyard, and 
came westwards to the house more in sym- 
pathy with their tenets. 

In 1818, when Hatchard was at No. 190 
Piccadilly, an amusing society was started at 
his house to promote marriage. It was, in fact, 
an early instance, if not the first, of a Matri- 
monial Agency.* Hatchard seems to have 
been much mixed up in this, and lent his pre- 
mises and his initials — discreetly withholding 
his name^for the purposes of the Society. 
* The Society called itself ' The Outinian Society.' 


It appears that it occurred to some one of 
the good people who met at Hatchards, that 
much might be done by promoting matches, 
and convening meetings for the purpose for 
inquiring into the suitability of the contracting 
parties, or supplying information to members 
which would help them to make their choice. 
It was, indeed, to determine, as Mr. Oscar 
Wilde would have put it, whether they had 
'pasts' or whether they had * futures.' As 
far as can be judged from the very guarded 
remarks made in their scarce-published trans- 
actions, a more absurd society never existed. 
At the bottom, and notwithstanding its pro- 
testations to the contrary, it could have had no 
other motive than idle or mercenary curiosity. 
It existed but a short time, during which 
several meetings were held in Hatchard's 
parlour, and, after tea and buns had been 
handed round, the meeting proceeded to 
discuss and deplore the stoical apathy to 
marriages, as in the modern instances of 
Newman Noggs and George Chuzzlewit. 




The veil of anonymity thrown over the 
whole proceedings is very amusing-. The 
'X. Y. Z.s,' the 'Onlookers,' and the 'Friends 
to the Society,' who make pitiful appeals to 
'J. H.' to admit them to membership after 
the ranks have been filled, and there are no 
more vacancies, are not the least funny part 
of the proceedings. 

Strangest of all is that Hatchard should 
have lent his initials and his premises to a 
Society every bit as absurd in its object as 
' The Social Linen-Box Committee,' or the 
' United Metropolitan Improved Hot Muffin 
and Crumpet Bakery and Punctual Delivery 

John Hatchard was in appearance the 
very acme of respectability. He always 
dressed in a semi-clerical style as he thought 
befitted his connexion. The portrait pro- 
duced here is by a pupil of Lawrence, and is 
accomited a very accurate and good likeness. 

One who remembers his personal appear- 
ance says, ' He was invariably dressed in 


black. His coat was of the style of a 
Bishop's frock coat, waistcoat buttoning to 
the throat, with an entirely plain front, and 
knee breeches and gaiters/ The same cor- 
respondent refers to the very numerous visits 
of Church dignitaries to the place, and the 
deferential manner invariably shown them. 
Hatchard was never above speaking to boys 
who brought loads of books, encouraging 
them to be industrious, and never to be 
afraid of work. Another friend refers to the 
b?g neckerchief worn round his neck, the 
fashion of the day, and to his unvarying and 
gracious manner, and his patience under a 
martyrdom to gout. For many years, off 
and on, the Hatchard family resided in a 
portion of the house at 187 Piccadilly; for 
many years, also, they were associated with 

In the days of its founder the shop was 
very ill lit, only oil lamps being used. In 
the centre by the fireplace was a table, upon 
which were placed the daily papers, The 



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Morning Herald, The Morning Chronicle. 
and the Times. There were also some old- 
fashioned chairs to match the customary 
■ occupants. All this was considered a part of 
the business, and as much care as possible 
taken not to disturb the slumbers of those who 
fell into the hands of Morpheus. Several 
well-known men used to meet daily round 
the fire or the fireplace and discuss their 
favourite topics, sitting until they could bore 
one another no longer. Outside the door 
might be seen another instance of Hatchard's 
philanthropical zeal. Here was a bench to 
accommodate the flunkeys who rode on the 
platforms behind their masters' carriages. 
The two last-named features of the shop, the 
fireplace and the outside bench, have, after 
being relinquished for many years, again 
been continued. 

From an early date regular use was made 
of the place to receive subscriptions for chari- 
table purposes. The origin of this part of 
the business might probably be traced to a 


suggestion made by Wilberforce, or some 
such character, that Hatchard should solicit 
subscriptions from the well-to-do folks when 
he saw them.* Thus grew an useful agency 
for the distribution of charity money, and the 
position which John Hatchard held among 
philanthropists was such that large sums 
of money were lodged with him without 
acknowledgment, but with instructions to 
distribute. Another similar agency was also 
carried on for the public good, namely, an 
educational registry for governesses to obtain 
employment. So well was this directed, and 
such care shown in the recommending of 
well- qualified people, that although this kind 
of thing has been discontinued for many 
years, frequent applications are made to-day, 
applicants relying entirely upon the security 
of a recommendation from Hatchard's. 

* After the Battle of Waterloo, contributions for the 
Waterloo Subscription were received by * Mr. Hatchard, 
190 Piccadilly, and Mr. Mortlock, 250 Oxford Street* — 
See Mortiing HercUdy 14th August, 18 15. 

Mr. Gladstone was a visitor to the place 
from about 1830 to 1840, purchasing pam- 
phlets pretty extensively. He is reported to 
have been taciturn and unapproachable in 
manner, handing in a list of pamphlets on a 
slip of paper, and even then demanding ten 
per cent, or threatening to go elsewhere. 
There is no record of his ever having 
occupied a chair, or even condescended to 
refer to any subject except the list of pam- 
phlets with which he came ready armed. 
Once, it is true, when some copies of the 
great book on the Vatican were to be sold, 
he ventured, after long absence, to call and 
put everybody right as to the binding of 
the volumes. They had been described as 
.'in half morocco.' He called the binding 
' skiver.' 

Byron refers to ' Murray's four o'clock 
visitors.' Crabbe or another might have re- 
ferred to the almost more homely gatherings 
at old Hatchard's at the same hour. One 
who is best remembered as a daily visitor 


was Rev. Charles Kingsley (father of a more 
famous Charles). He came regularly to read 
the paper, bringing his three sons — Charles, 
Henry, and George — with him. 

When the old Charles Kingsley died, the 
author of Westward Ho ! wrote to his eldest 
son at school : 

*My darling boy. Poor Grandpapa is dead, 
and gone to heaven. You must always think of 
him lovingly, and remember this about him, and 
copy it, that he was a gentleman^ and never did in 
his life, or even thought, a mean or false thing,' etc. 

The Duke of Wellington, the Duke as he 
was always called, would come on horseback, 
and, dismounting, would walk through to the 
back room, where, seated upon a chair, still 
preserved, he would, in a very business-like 
manner, state his requirements. When the 
Library of the Duke's brother was sold at 
Evans' Auction Rooms in Pall Mall, where 
now stands the Carlton Club, the Duke sent 
several open commissions for books which he 
wished secured. Among these was a shilling 

THE 'i6d4' hamlet. 


pamphlet by A. G. Stapleton, with the late 
owner's notes in pencil. This was put up at 
IS. %d., and ultimately knocked down for 93/. 
to Hatchard, the under-btdder being Sir 
A. Alison. The Duke, though very much 
astonished at the price such a mere fragment 
had fetched, yet admired the obedience to 
his orders, which were carte blanche to buy 
the pamphlet. It was some time in the 
'fifties' when a well-known Scotch family 
sent up for sale a copy of Hamlet, which 
proved to be the quarto edition of 1604, of 
which only two other copies are known to 
exist. After some negotiation between the 
old bookseller Lilly and Hatchard, the copy 
found a resting-place in the famous collection 
of Mr. Huth. The copy is described as 
being in the finest possible condition, and it 
is specially notable as never having passed 
through public auction. 

Among successful authors who dealt with 
Hatchard, Martin Tupper must not be al- 
together omitted, for Tupper's books had an 


enormous, though, if merit be considered, a 
most unaccountable sale. Rickerby, a printer 
in the City, had produced the first series 
of Proverbial Philosophy in 1838, but as 
Rickerby was more a printer than a pub- 
lisher, T upper sought a better- known man, 
and for the second series of the book and 
many subsequent editions he had dealings 
with Hatchard, receiving annually, as he 
himself tells us, 500/. to 8ch3/. a-year, 'and 
in the aggregate having benefited both them 
and myself — for we shared equally — by some- 
thing like 10,000/. a-piece.' Tupper seems 
to have got on very well with both John 
Hatchard and his son Thomas ; but when 
they were dead his lines seem not to have 
fallen in such pleasant places, and a little 
quarrel, such as publisher and authors had 
in the past, and still engage in, ensued. 
Tupper withdrew his books from the house 
to Moxon. The fact was that Tupper 
thought that by going to Moxon his pedes- 
trian lines might break into a trot if placed 


in Moxon's Catalogue beside those of Alfred 
Tennyson, for whom he was then pubhshing. 
Tupper, as is pretty well known, could not — 
or would not — disguise his love of praise and 
his inability to brook any adverse criticism 
He is delighted to relate 'when that good 
old man, Grandfather Hatchard, more than 
an octogenarian, first saw me he placed his 
hand on my dark hair and said, with tears in 
his eyes, " You will thank God for this book 
when your hair comes to be as white as 
mine." Let me gratefully acknowledge that 
he was a true prophet. When I was writing 
the concluding Essay of the first series, my 
father (not quite such a true prophet as old 
Hatchard) exhorted me to burn it, as his 
ambition was to make a lawyer of me.' 

One may well have thought that Pye 
had provided enough weak poetry for one 
publisher, but for Pye and Tupper together 
one can hardly find apology sufficiently 
ample. Had Robert Montgomery joined, 
and made the trio, it would have been the 


last straw, which neither the reputation of 
Hatchard or any other mortal publisher could 
have survived. 

If poets and bishops visited the place, 
so also did actors. Charles Mayne Young 
frequently lodged in the neighbourhood, and 
was often out walking after an early break- 
fast. He called one Monday morning and 
inquired the name of the curate who had 
on the preceding day read the lessons at 
St. James* Church. He then requested to 
have a Bible handed to him, and, in the 
middle of the shop, he first imitated the 
sing-song tones of the offending curate, and 
then, in his fine, trained, sonorous voice, he 
showed how the scriptures should be read in 
churches. Liston, the famous Paul Pry of a 
past day, was another frequent visitor at a 
period when he had retired from the stage, 
and was living at 14 St. Georges Place, 
near Hyde Park Corner. Both Charles and 
Fanny Kemble, and Charles Matthews, were 
regular frequenters of the place, and in later 



times Hatchard's Is well known in the best 
dramatic circles. Other occasional visitors 
were Rev. W. Harness, Bishop Blorafield, 
and the Countess of Blessington. 

Hardly any reference had yet been made 
to Thomas Hatchard, who joined his father 
in business, and conducted it in person for a 
considerable time. In appearance he is re- 
called as attired in a blue dress coat with 
velvet collar, gilt buttons, white cravat, yel- 
low waistcoat, and brown nankeen trousers. 
Kind-hearted and pious, he answered perhaps 
more to Dr. Johnson's description of Tom 
Davies, as a gentleman who sold books. 
Thomas Hatchard was so loyal a subject 
that it is said he rarely sat down to a family 
dinner without drinking to the Queen's 
health, saying, at the same time, ' God bless 
her.' John Hatchard died at Clapham, 
June 21, 1849, in his 8ist year. His will 
contained a large number of legacies to chari- 
ties. Thomas Hatchard died at Brighton, 
November 20, 185S. 


For many years previous to 1880 Mr. 
Henry Hudson, a great grandson of John 
Hatchard, most successfully conducted the 
business. Though he died prematurely, he 
already proved himself to be possessed by 
many of the fine qualities of his ancestor. 
He was amiable, gracious, most watchful of 
the interests of the business with which he 
was so conspicuously connected, and always 
alert and jealous for its exceptional prestige. 

The * civil personages well in with people 
in power,' referred to by Sydney Smith as 
frequenters of the place fifty or sixty years 
ago, have never deserted their favourite 
bookshop, but from generation to genera- 
tion has been handed down a reputation for 
intelligence and straightforward dealing. 

At the present day the business stands 
perhaps higher than it ever stood. Freed 
from all narrowness and bias, it is directed 
with the view to point to the best sources for 
studying modern thought and action. For 
so long has Hatchard's served a good pur- 

TO-DA y. 

pose in this way that it now has become a 
recognised resort for all who seek information 
about books old and new. Political and 
social in its connexions, its social prestige 
perhaps takes precedence of the strictly 
political. Here may be seen, at one time 
or another during the season, almost all who 
are known within the precincts of the town. 
Mr. Du Maurier might find opportunities for 
studying the American g^irl tourist, and find 
her vivacious and bright when discussing her 
favourite author ; or he might see £,a Belle 
AnUricaine in her most attractive of all 
forms, as the young wife of the English 
nobleman or squire. 

Here, too, meet cliques and 'sets' of 
quite the smartest types, with handshakes that 
puzzle the recorder of manners and fashions. 
Here, too, at various times, may be seen 
Cabinet Ministers, club gossips, great talkers, 
great actors, great sportsmen, and young 
authors — surreptitiously inquiring for their 
own productions. 




The earliest traces of the Hatchard family 
in England are found in Hampshire and 
Dorsetshire, and, in the last-named County, 
several branches of the family still reside. 
Lower says that the surname Hatchard is 
equivalent to the Achard of Domesday. 

One Nicholas Hatchard, of Romsey, 
Architect, appears in Hampshire marriage 
licences as marrying Ann Goddard, of 
Broughton, spinster, at Romsey, 6 Novem- 
ber, 1732. This is, perhaps, the earliest 
date to be found with the name spelt as it 
now is. 

The first London member of the family 
is believed to have been Thomas Hatchard, 
born October 1730, and who died 26 Feb- 
ruary, 1818. 

Another one, Henry Hatchard, obtained 


a Royal Academy medal for a bust in the 
year 1797. 

The arms borne by Bishop Goodwyn 
Hatchard were the arms of an old family 
named Achard, once Lords of Aldermaston, 
but believed to be extinct in the male line. 

The pedigree inserted is an outline only, 
but serves as an orderly record of those of 
the Hatchard family most nearly associated 
with 187 Piccadilly. No complete pedigree 
of the family has ever been published, and 
what is inserted here represents the fugitive 
material most easily accessible. 

In the Gentkmans Magazine for August 
1849, p. 210, will be found a lengthened obit- 
uary of John Hatchard. As all the points of 
interest which it contains have been repro- 
duced in one place or the other in this little 
volume, I shall not reprint it here. Of some 
others of the Hatchard family who have not 
received an equal share in the body of this 
little book, 1 purpose to give references and 
quotations to biographical sources. 



Death of Mr. Hatchard. 

* Our obituary of this day (says the Guardian^ Nov. 
17, 1858), contains an announcement of the death of 
Mr. Thomas Hatchard, the eminent publisher of Picca- 
dilly. One who knew him well writes that he was a man 
of earnest, unostentatious piety; as a master kind and 
liberal, ever treating those under him with the greatest 
consideration ; there was no house in the same business 
where it was considered a greater privilege to be. His 
charity was unobtrusive ; but, blessed with affluence, he 
was the humble means of distributing largely the bounty 
bestowed upon him to a large circle of poor of every 
grade. By these his loss will be severely felt, and by no 
class of persons more than that much neglected and too 
often despised, the poor governess, to whom, following 
the example of his father, he always showed the greatest 
sympathy and regard.* 

Illustrated London NewSy Nov. 20, 1858. 

John Hatchard (the Second), Vicar of 


* The important vicarage of St. Andrew's, the mother 
church of Plymouth, is vacant by the death of the Rev. 
John Hatchard, after an incumbency of forty-six years, 
during the last nine of which he has been a confirmed 


invalid. Mr. Hatch ard's predecessor was the Rev 
John Gundy, who succeeded Dr. Mudge, the contem- 
porary and friend of Dr. Johnson. The incumbencies 
of the three vicars extended over a period of 147 years. 
The living is in the gift of the Church Patronage Society, 
and is of about \oool. a-year in value, but will now pro- 
bably be reduced by one-half. It has a population of 
fully 18,000 attached to the church and its chapel-of- 
ease, with very indifferent accommodation for the poor.' 
Guardian, Dec. 8, 1869. 

Death of the Bishop of Mauritius. 
' On the 28th Feb., at Mauritius, of fever, Thomas 
Goodwin Hatchard, D.D., Lord Bishop of Mauritius, 
late Rector of St. Nicholas, Guildford, in the 53rd year 
of his age. Friends will kindly accept this intimation 
(by telegram).' — Ttmes, March 30th, 1870. 

Death op a Colonial Bishop. 
' Our obituary column yesterday contained the name 
of one of the most recently consecrated colonial bishops, 
the Right Rev. Thomas Goodwin Hatchard, D.D., 
Bishop of Mauritius, who died in his distant diocese on 
the jSth of February last, from an attack of fever, in the 
53rd year of his age. He was a member of the well- 
known family who have so long been connected with 
Clapham by residence, and as Church publishers with 
Piccadilly. A son of the late Mr. Thomas Hatchard, of 
Chichester Terrace, Brighton, he was born in the year 
1818, and was educated at King's College, London, 


whence he proceeded to Brasenose College, Oxford, 
where he took his Bachelor's Degree in 1841, and pror 
ceeded M.A. in 1845. Having been ordained in 1840 
by the Bishop of Winchester (Dr. Sumner), he was ap- 
pointed in 1846 to the rectory of Havant, Hampshire, 
which living he held until 1856, when he was transferred 
to the rectory of St. Nicholas, Guildford. This latter 
preferment he only resigned about a year and a-half ago, 
on his nomination to the Bishopric of the island of 
Mauritius, to which he was consecrated in the early part 
of 1869. The late Bishop belonged to the Moderate 
Evangelical school of religious thought. He was inde- 
fatigable in his duties as a parochial clergyman, and in 
his new sphere of action was thoroughly justifying the 
high hopes which had been entertained of him, when he 
was so suddenly struck down by the fever which carried 
him off. He married the eldest daughter of Dr. Alexan- 
der, the first Anglican Bishop of Jerusalem.' 

Times ^ March 31st, 1870, 

(Also recopied in Guardian^ April 6th, 1870.) 

Death of the Bishop of Mauritius. 

*A telegram was received on Saturday, announcing 
the death by fever, on February 28th, of the Rev* 
T. G. Hatchard, D.D., Bishop of Mauritius. He was 
consecrated on February 24th, 1869, and had personally 
presided over his see only eight months. He leaves a 
widow and six children, and a numerous circle of re- 
latives to lament his loss. His death will be keenly felt 
in his diocese, where his piety, energy, and warm- 
heartedness had ab-eady begun, under Gk)d, to leave 
their mark.' Record^ March 28th, 1870. 

(Also repeated in the Guardian^ March 30, 1870). 



\ They were probably the parents of: — 

^ iring his name. Born 17th Oct., 1768 ; 



matric. 20th May, 181 2, aged 18 : of 
1824, until his death, ist Dec, 1869; 

3rd May, 1 8 15, Elizabeth Goodwin; 
one son and three daughters : — 

born 1 8th September, 1 8 1 7 . Brasenose 
th February, 1859. Rector of Havant, 
s, 1869, ^^^^ death, 28th of February, 
iid issue four sons and three daughters. 


Surgeon. Had issue three sons and 

Thomas Goodwin Hatchard. 
Thomas Goodwin Hatchatd, 1817 to 1870, Bishop of 
Mauritius, son of Thomas Hatchard the publisher 
(d- 13th Nov. 1858), and grandson of John Hatchard, 
was born at 11 Sloane Street, Chelsea, on i8th Sept. 
1S17, and educated at King's College, Londoa He 
matriculated from Brasenose College, Oxford, as Thomas 
Goodwin Hatchard on nth April, 1837; graduated B. A., 
1841, MA. 1845, and D.D. 4th Feb., 1862. He was 
curate of Windlesham, Surrey, from 1842 to 1S44; 
Domestic Chaplain to the Marquis of Conyngham from 
1845 to 1869; Rector of Ha vant, Hants, from 1846 to 
1856 ; and of St. Nicholas, Guildford, Surrey, from 
185610 1869. He belonged to the moderate Evangelical 
School. As a parochial clergyman he was indefatigable 
in his duties. He died of fever in the island of 
Mauritius, aSth Feb. [870. He naarried, rgth Feb. 
1846, Fanny Vincent Steel, second daughter of the 
Right Rev. Michael Solomon Alexander, Bishop of 
Jerusalem. She died at Cannes, 7th Dec. 1880. 

Books by the Bishop and his wife : — 

1. TIte German Tret, a Moral for the Young. 1851. 

2. Tlie Mowerkt Gathered, a Brief Memoir of Adelaide 

Charlotte Hatchard, his daughter. 1858. 

3. Sermons. 1847-62. 

Mrs. Hatchard published : — 

1. Eight yean' Experience of Mothers' Meetings. 1871. 

2. Prayers for Little Children. 1872. 

3. Mothers' Meetings, and Him' to Organize Them. 1S75. 

4. Mothers of Scripture. 1875. 

5. Thoughts OH the Lord's Prayer. 1878. 

6. Prayers for Mother^ Meetmss. 1S78. 



With such scant biographical data as are 
now available, some reference must be made 
to those who, having been employed in the 
firm in their earlier years, have succeeded in 
other spheres, or are in any way deserving of 
being remembered. 

James Fraser, the publisher (but not 
the founder) of Erasers Magazine^ was in 
his youth an assistant at Hatchard's. Fraser 
became famous as the recipient of a sound 
thrashing from the hands of Grantley Berke- 
ley. Dr. Maginn had published in Fraser^s 
a fierce review of a book by Grantley 
Berkeley. The author, thirsting for ven- 
geance, determined to find out the writer, 
and for this purpose he betook himself to the 
bookseller ; but not knowing Fraser person- 
ally, and fearing he might thrash the wrong 
man, he employed Simmonds, the hallkeeper 



at Crockford's to inquire for a book called 
Bolofusticabilus on the Divimty of the Human 
Race, 'while,' says Grantley Berkeley, 'I and 
my brother Craven, who wished to be present 
at the transaction, waited in Conduit Street.' 
The faithful Simmonds returned with a 
description of Fraser, and Berkeley proceeded 
at once to see Fraser himself. ' A quick, 
scrutinizing glance showed me a young man, 
or, at least, a man between thirty and forty, 
and apparently in the prime of life and 
strength. He was showily got up, in short, 
looked like a thriving Regent Street trades- 
man approaching to a self-conceited swell. 
.After refusing to give up the name, I at once, 
with my fist, knocked him down on his desk, 
whence on his recovering he snatched at 
some weapon close behind him. I never 
knew what it was, but, seizing him by the 
collar, hurled him into the middle of his 
shop, where, on his refusing to rise, and on 
my brother handing me a racing whip he had 
brought for my use, I gave him a severe 


flogging, which concluded in the gutter of the 
street/ Eraser's death is believed to have 
been greatly hastened by this chastisement. 
Fraser was Carlyle's first publisher, and 
the story of his dealings between the author 
and the infatuated Fraser, ' with his dog's 
meat tart of a magazine,' is told in Froude's 
Life of Carlyle. 

Alfred Taylor. Until quite recently 
Mr. Alfred Taylor was a familiar figure in 
the park on horseback. The principal part 
of his life had been spent at Hatchard's, and 
whatever of interest there was in his person- 
ality — and there was, indeed, a good deal — 
he himself would willingly attribute to his 
training and experience at 187 Piccadilly. 

Mr. Taylor occupied a prominent posi- 
tion under both John and Thomas Hatchard, 
and though it is nearly thirty years since he 
retired to enjoy his leisure from business, his 
memory is still cherished by several who 
received his friendly attentions. 

His mind was clear and his memory 



excellent almost up to the end, and the 
writer of this Httle book, in which IVIr. 
Taylor took so much interest, has sorely 
to regret that his friend did not live to 
correct the proofs and render other help 
which he alone was able to. He died 
27 December, 1892, at 48 Victoria Road, 
Kensington, aged 82. 

Charles Tilt, whose imprint on tiny 
title-pages is familiar to many, was also an 
assistant in the early part of the century. 

The following is taken from the Gentle- 
man s . 

' Sept. 28. At Bayswater, aged 64, Mr. 
Charles Tilt, formerly a publisher in London, 
but of late years a resident at Bath. A local paper 
speaks thus highly of him: — -"Mr. Tilt was not 
only 'a well-known' publisher, but one whose taste, 
judgment, and liberality could never be questioned. 
The various elegant and valuable publications 
brought out under his care were not only very 
conspicuous, in their day, for artistic beauty, but 
were made acceptable to the public at an unwonted 
moderate cost. Success crowned his extensive and 
thoughtful enterprise, and, after some years of 


devotedness to trade, he withdrew from its toil ; 
but not to be idle, for his business-like ability 
never forsook him. For a while he travelled on 
the Continent, abode some time in Italy, and 
visited Egypt and Syria. Under the modest guise 
of a book for * young persons,' he published a 
pleasant, and, what is more, an instructive little 
volume entitled The Boat and Caravan^ which gives 
a good and graphic account of his tour in the two 
last-named countries. Subsequently, Mr. Tilt took 
up his residence in Bath, and became connected 
with many of our benevolent and religious institu- 
tions ; to these he was a generous contributor, and 
in most cases, in their behalf, he was an active, 
intelligent, and indefatigable worker. How much 
the 'Tottenham Fund' of 2184/. owed to his 
zealous exertions is only known to those who, like 
himself, were deeply engaged in rearing that friendly 
testimonial of regard to the memory of departed 
worth. Of Mr. Tilt it may be said that, wherever 
he was located, he was known and highly esteemed 
as an active and most useful member of society. 
He filled many positions of trust, and always with 
great advantage to those for whom he laboured, 
and to whose concerns he gave his disinterested 
and able exertions." ' 

*Wtlliam Tunbridge. Nov. 29, 1874. At 
his residence, Walworth, aged 76, Mr. William 




Tunbridge, assistant of Messrs. Hatchard. The 
deceased, who was one of the oldest and most 
respected members of the trade, entered the 
service of Mr. Hatchard fifty years and three 
months ago, and during the whole of this long 
time so acquitted himself as to gain the respect 
and esteem not only of the three generations 
of his employers, but of the whole trade. Mr. 
Hudson, the present head of the house, writing 
to the Editor of the Bookseller, says : " He died 
suddenly, but painlessly, at his home yester- 
day, Sunday morning. He had just passed his 
76th birthday, and was here on Friday at work, 
though evidently failing fast, and we believe he 
died of old age, causing weakness of the heart. I 
need hardly say that he was with us to the last by 
his own special desire. He never recovered the 
toss of his only son in the spring, who was confi- 
dential clerk in a large City house trading with 
Brazil, where his knowledge for both fluent writing 
and speaking of French, German and Portuguese, 
secured him a very large income. Our old friend 
was our warehouseman, our head collector, and 
also kept all the collecting cash accounts, a triple 
responsibility which few could have borne and 
worked so clearly and well to the last, and which 
he could never give to any one else." ' 

Bookseller, Dec. 1874. 


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Abbott, Mr. Justice, 47. 


Achard Surname, 76, 

Canning, C, 33, 2S, 44, 4S> ^^^^| 

Akenside, Mark, 21, 32. 


Albany (The), 27, 33. 

CaHyle, Thomas, 84. ^^H 

Albemarle Street, 31, 

Catalogues, Early issues, 10. ^^^H 

Alexander, Bishop, 80, 81. 

Ctbe^, ^H 

Ahson, Sir A, 6g. 

Charlotte, Princess, 41. ^^^| 

^_ Almon, bookseller, 21. 

Charlotte, Queen, 42. ^^H 

^L Antigua, 47, 49. 

Cheddar, 40. ^^^H 

^H Anti-Jacobin ( T^e), 22, 23. 

Christian Observer [ 7»e), 34, ^^H 

^H Arbuthnot, John, 32, 


^H Aristotle's Poetics, 50. 

Churchill, Charles, the poet, ^^H 

^H Arlington Street, 30. 

Clapham, 73, ^^^H 


Clapham Sect (The), 35- ^^H 

^r Bath, 85. 

Clarke, a dyer, •-,. ^^H 

Bayley, Mr. Justice, 47. 

Clarkson, W., 35. ^^H 

Beaconsfield, Lord, 50, jr. 

Con^gham, Marquis of, 81. ^^^H 

Beadon, Dr., 40. 

Crabbe, G„ ^i, 55, 56, 6?- ^^H 

Beloe, Rev. W., 1 1, ig, 24, 43. 

Cracherode, Rev. C. M., ii, ^^^H 

^H Bensley, the printer, 5. 

'So ^^H 

^^ Berkeley, Craven, 83. 

^H Crantky, 8z. 

Dartmouth, Earl of, 61. ^^^H 

Davies, Tom, 19, 73- ^^H 

^H Blomfield, Bishop, 73. 

Mrs. Thomas, 20. I^^^^l 

^H ' Blue Stockings,' 23. 

Debreti, bookseller, 21, 50. ^^^H 

^H Bolt Court, 8. 

Denne, Samuel, [7. ^^^H 

^H Bonaparte, 22. 

Dilly, bookseller, ^^^H 

^H Boswell, James, ig, 21. 

Disraeli, B., 50, SI. ^^^^^^H 

^H Bowdler, John, 1, 3. 

Isaac, 50, ^^^^^H 

^^H Thomas, 2, 3. 

* Doctor Dewlap,' 16. ^^^^^^^^H 

^H Brighton, 73, 79. 

Dodsley, Robert, ^^^^^^H 

^H British Mtrcvry, 33. 

Du Maurier, Mr., 75. ^^^^^^H 

^^H Burdett Riots, 29. 

D'Urfey, Tom, 33. ^^^H 

^H Burke, Edmund, 21, 23. 

^^H Mrs. Edmund, 53. 

Edinburgh Review, 35, 52 ^^^H 

^^1 Burlington House, 27. 

Edwards, bookseller, 24 |^^^H 

^^1 Bumey, Dr. C, 15, 23, 

Egerton. bookseller, 24. ^^^^^^^H 

^H Byron, Lord, 21, 28. 30, 67. 

Elizabeth, Queen, ^^^^^^^^^ 



Elmslcy, Peter, 14, 21. 
Eton, 42. 

European Magcusine^ 35. 
Evans' Auction Rooms, 68. 
Evelyn, John, 32. 

Faulder, bookseller, 24. 
Fox, C. J., 23. 
Eraser, James, 82. 
Froude, J. A., 45. 

„ Rev. R. H., 45. 
Fry, Caroline, 58. 

Gardner, bookseller, 25. 

Gentlematis Magazine^ 35. 

Gibbon, Edmund, 21. 

Giflford, W., 21. 

Gillray, 32. 

Ginger, bookseller, 5, 7, 8, 9, 

Gladstone, Mr., 58, 67. 

Glasse, Dr., of Hanwell, 42. 

Goddard, Ann, 76. 

Grattan, Henry, 23. 

Great College Street, 8. 

Great Elbow Lane, 5. 

Greville, Charles, 61. 

Grey, Lady Jane, 42. 

Greycoat School, 5. 

Guildford, 79, 81. 

Gundy, Rev. John, 79. 

Gumey's Shorthand, 47. 

Gwyn, Nell, 44. 

Hamlet^ * 1604,' 69. 

Harness, Rev. W., 73. 

Hatchard, Adelaide Char- 
lotte, 81. 

Hatchard, Henry, 77. 

Hatchard, John, passim, 

Hatchard, John, of Ply- 
mouth, 78. 

Hatchard, Nicholas, 76. 

Hatchard, Thomas, 70, 73, 
76, 79. 

Hatchard, T. G., 77, 79, 81. 
Havant, Hants, 80, 81. 
Hawkins, Sir John, 15. 
Heber, Richard, 44. 
Heberden, Dr., 43. 
Hoare, J., 12. 
Hotten, John Camden, 29. 
Howley, Archbishop, 44. 
Hudson, Henry, 74, S7, 
Hurstone, J. P., 31. 
Huth, A. H., 69. 

Inglis, * Bobby,' 35. 
Intercepted Letters (Tke\ 22, 


Jackson, Cyrill, 16. 
Jermyn Street, 32. 
Jewsbury, Miss, 58. 
Johnson, Michael, 19. 
Johnson, Dr. Samuel, 8, 19, 

20, 21, 73, 79. 
Johnstone, Sir A., 41. 

Keate of Eton, 42, 43. 

Kembles, The, 72. 

King, of Mansfield Street, 15. 

King's Mews, 10. 

Kingsley, Charles, of Chelsea, 

Knight, Andrew, 61. 

Lambert, Elizabeth, 6. 
Lambert, Thomas, 6. 
Lang, Andrew, 31. 
Leigh, Sir James, 47, 49. 
Lewis, * Monk,' 28. 
Lichfield, 19. 
Lilly, bookseller, 69. 
Liston, actor, 72. 
London : 

The Albany, 27, 32. 

Albemarle Street, 21. 

Arlington Street, 30. 

Bolt Court, 8. 

London : 

Burlington House, 27. 

Great College Street, 8. 

Great Elbow Lane, 5, 

Greycoat School, S' 

Jermyn Street, 32. 

King's Mews, 10. 

Mews Gate, 6, 12, 14. 

Monmouth Court, 12. 

New Bond Street, 34, 32. 

Pall Mall, 30, 24, 25, 32. 

Piccadilly, passim. 

The Poultry, 21. 

Round Court, 10, 

Kusseli Street, Co vent 
Garden, 19. 

St. James's Church, 32. 

Swan Yard, 5. 

Three Kings' Inn, 28. 

Vauxhall, 17- 

Strand, 14. 

Whitehall, 24. 
Long's Hotel, 32. 
Luttrell, Henry, 28. 

Macaulay, Lord, 28, 35, 36, 

37, 38. 
Macaulay, Z., 35, 46. 
Maginn, Dr., 82. 
Malone, Edmund, 15, 23. 
Mary Queen of Scots, 42, 
Mathias, 16. 
Matthews, Charles, 72. 
Mews Gate, 6, 12, 14. 
Mitford's Greece, 43. 
Monmouth Court, 12. 
Montagu, Bishop, 23. 
Montague, Lady M. W., 23. 
Montgomery, R., 71. 
Monthly Review, 35. 
More, Hannah, 35, 39, 40, 61. 
Mortimer, Mrs., 58. 
MoJtoD, publisher, 70. 
Mudge, Dr., 79. 
Munay, publisher, 21, 24. 

Oliptiant, Mrs., 35. 
Osborne, Thomas, 2Q. 
Outinian Society, 61. 
Ox en den. Bishop, 58. 
Oxford, 80. 

Pall Mall, 20, 24, 25, 33, 

Parr, Dr., 23. 

Payne, Thomas, 6, 7, 9, 10, 

II, 14, 18,33. 
Peep 0/ Day {The), 58. 
Penn, J., 12. 

Pepys,SirW. W., 40, 41. 
Peter Pindary 21, 22. 
Piccadilly, passim. 
Piccadilly Ambulator, 31, 
' Pillars of Hercules,' 29. 
Pindar, Ed, Stevens, 18. 
Pitt, William, 23. 
Planche', J. R., 27, 
Plymoutli, 78. 
Person, Richard, 15, 21. 
Pursuits 0/ Literature, 16. 
Pye, H.J., 50, SI, 71. 

Quarterly Review, 35. 
Queensberry, Duke of, 30, 32. 

Reform or Ruin, 1. 
Reynolds, Sir Joshua, 21. 
Richardson, printseller, 17. 
Rickerby, printer, 70. 
Ridgway, bookseller, 21, 24. 
Rivington, 61. 
Rodd, bookseller, 14. 
Romsey, Hants, 76. 
Round Court, ra 
Royal Horticultural Society, 

Royal Society, 9. 
Roxburgh Club, 1 1. 
Russell St., Covent Garden, 



Scott, Rev. Mr., 6. 

Scott, Sir Walter, 21, 32, 53, 


Sharp, Granville, 35. 

Shendan, R. B., 23, 30. 

Sherwood, Mrs., 58. 

Smith, Sydney, 59, 60, 74. 

Snuffy Davy, i. 

Society for Bettering the Con- 
dition of the Poor, 34. 

Spencer, Earl, 15. 

Squire Western, 29. 

Stanley, Colonel, 15. 

Stapleton, A. G., 69. 

Steevens, George, 15, 23. 

Stephen, Sir James, 35. 

Stillingfleet, Dr., 23. 

Stormont, Lord, 15. 

Sumner, Dr., 58, 80. 

Swan Yard, Strand, 5. 

Taylor, Alfred, 84. 
Tilt, Charles, 85. 
Tennyson, Alfred, 71. 
Terence^ 17. 

Thackeray, W. M., 28, 31. 
Thane, 17. 

Thornton, Henry, 57. 
Thorpe, bookseller, 14. 
Three Kings' Inn, 28. 

Townley, Colonel, 15. 
Triveii Annales^ 18. 
Tunbridge, W., 86. 
Tupper, Martin, 58, 69, 70, 71. 

Upcott, William, 23. 

Walpole, Horace, 21, 30. 
Warton, Thomas, 21, 51. 
Waterloo Subscription, dT. 
Wedgwood, John, 61. 
Wellesley, Marquess, 57. 
Wellington, Duke of, 68. 
Westmmster School, 9. 
Wheatley, H. B., 22. 
Whitehall, 24. 
Wilberforce, W., 35, 45, 48, 

57, 61. 
Wilde, Oscar, 62. 
Windham, 15. 
'White Horse Cellars,' 28. 
White, Mr., 12. 
Whitmore & Fenn, 47. 
Wolcot, John, 21. 
Wraxall, Sir N., 42. 
Wright, bookseller, 21. 

Young, Charles M., 72. 
Young, T., 21. 


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