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Collecting as a Pastime - Charles Rowed
Charles Rowed
Collecting as a Pastime
Published by Good Press, 2022
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Table of Contents
REFLECTIONS
FIRST COURSE Grandfather Clocks and Old Furniture
LACQUER CLOCKS
BAROMETERS
DRESSERS, CHAIRS, ETC.
MAHOGANY GATE-LEGGED TABLE
BUREAUX AND CABINETS
DATED FURNITURE
MAHOGANY CHESTS OF DRAWERS
TEA CADDY
SECOND COURSE Old Pewter
MARKS
PEWTER CANDLESTICKS
CHURCH PEWTER
FAKED PEWTER
PLATES AND DISHES
Tappit Hens (, facing p. 43) .
BRITANNIA METAL
MISCELLANEOUS PIECES
The Odamifino
(, facing p. 74.) .
CLEANING
THE TINSMITH
Conclusion
THE PEWTER POT
INSCRIPTIONS.
THE MYSTERY PIECE (See , facing p. 75) .
THIRD COURSE Old Brass and Copper
FOURTH COURSE Old Mortars
FIFTH COURSE Old Pottery
SALT GLAZE
TOBY JUGS (See Plate XXXIII)
LIVERPOOL POTTERY (See)
SUNDERLAND (See Plate XXXIV)
DON POTTERY (See Plate XXXV)
TURNER LANE ENDS (See Plate XXXVI)
WEDGWOOD (See Plate XXXII)
PUZZLE JUGS (See Plate XXXIV)
NELSON JUGS (See Plate XXXII)
MASK JUGS (See Plate XXXIV)
DELFT (See Plate XXXV)
ROCKINGHAM (BROWN) (See Plate XXXIII)
LUSTRE (See Plate XXXIII)
WOOD, ENOCH AND RALPH (See)
BROWN AND BUFF STONEWARE (See)
TRANSFER PRINTING
Pretty Poetry Printed on Pottery
WILLOW PATTERN (See Plate XXXVII)
SIXTH COURSE Old China
BOW (PLATE XL)
CHELSEA (PLATE XXXIX)
LOWESTOFT (PLATE XL)
BRISTOL
MINTON (SHELF 1, PLATE XLI)
SWANSEA (PLATE XLI)
BLUE DRAGON (PLATE XL)
WORCESTER (SHELVES 3 AND 4,)
NEWHALL
DERBY (SHELF 4, PLATE XXXIX)
SPODE (SHELVES 2 AND 3,)
LEEDS
FRENCH PORCELAIN
SEVENTH COURSE Old Horse Amulets
FINAL COURSE Sheffield Plate and Old Silver Told by the Plateau
COLLECTING AS A PASTIME
REFLECTIONS
Table of Contents
There is a cause for everything. Are antique collectors born or are they made? Is the craze inherent, or do circumstances or environment create the craving? How in later life do early associations influence our peculiar fancies? Possibly my seven years as a choir-boy at Winchester Cathedral attending services and practices there fifteen times weekly, being boarded at the Bishop’s Palace, and playing games under the shadow of the ruins of Wolvesey Castle may have laid impressions which tended to render me susceptible to the mediæval. My reflections bring to mind my singing at the enthronement of Bishop Samuel Wilberforce, and seeing the bones of King Rufus taken out of his tomb and laid in skeleton form on the floor of the chancel. In those times a man was not considered too old at forty, as the Dean was doing his little bit at ninety. To go back still farther, when quite a small boy I lay for weeks with a broken leg, which had to be broken a second time owing to poor setting, in a room out of which there was a secret chamber for hiding those wanted
in the good old days. This ancient home with its pointed gables and windows was suitably named Gothic Lodge,
and is near Southampton, close to a house in which Lord Jellicoe’s grandfather resided.
Anyone knowing Winchester will be familiar with the picture of The Trusty Servant,
and illustrative of the extraordinary things a collector may come across in his rambles, I found a good print of this in a nice old maple frame hanging in a dark shop of a dingy street in a drab town in the North of England, and, of course, I purchased it (Plate II, facing p. 14).
The rostrum shook under the thud of the fist of the reformed prizefighter, and the hall reverberated with his stentorian exclamation. Ah-h-h-h, my friends, what will the drunkard do for drink?
Allow me just to whisper, What won’t the collector do for curios?
It is generally understood that there is honesty among thieves. This may be so—not being a member of that fraternity I cannot vouch for its accuracy. That this desirable attribute prevails amongst the majority of antique dealers and collectors is to my mind open to question. You know you cannot do yourself justice unless you know more than the other fellow, while he in his turn, if you are a stranger, treats you with suspicion, and so you both play Brer Rabbit.
I was once going through a collection acquired by a professional gentleman, and he called my special attention to a very good figure of Nelson, which he informed me he had obtained at a bargain price. The figure was in a shop run by an alien, probably now a naturalised Englishman, who asked fifteen shillings for it. On its being pointed out that the figure only possessed one arm the alien said he had not noticed that and dropped the price to eighteenpence. I suppose, after all, this question of honesty resolves itself into a matter of conscience, and we must realise that this is a commodity liable to degrees of elasticity which can be regulated without a great deal of effort to suit the demand requisite for the occasion.
Did you ever know a collector give away anything from his special line? I once had a little Leeds Pottery cottage (impressed mark) pressingly offered me out of pure good will by a dealer, who although he was only half a collector was a whole-hearted Christian, and I wish he were still in the flesh to read this fond reference to his genial urbanity, but he has gone aloft.
Open confession is good for the soul, and I feel at this point I must unburden my conscience after alluding to others whose feelings may have been disturbed by my theories. On one occasion a very old and valued friend was giving a charity bazaar at his residence, so he asked me to contribute some of my old pewter. My friend and I had much in common, but he little knew what he was asking of me then or with what pangs of heart-burning those twenty pieces were selected, packed, and forwarded, with a lying letter expressing the pleasure I felt.
One other outstanding instance of generosity comes vividly to my mind. Early on, when I could talk of nothing but old pewter, I spent an afternoon with a friend who still resides in a hamlet, the name of which I Aughton’t to disclose. He specialises in old porcelain and young pullets, together with rare bits and roses. At the time I was almost in despair because I could drop on no pewter dishes. Imagine my delight when I received anonymously three good marked specimens from the residential district aforesaid. On meeting the donor and overwhelming him with my profusion of gratitude, he remarked, Look here, old man, you needn’t make such a fuss about it. The fact is my wife came across these dishes when spring cleaning, and she asked me to get them out of the way, so I sent the bally things off to you.
I have alluded to the influence the collecting craze may have on the conscience, and on the gift of charity. The bump denoting the latter varies very considerably in individuals, as in some cases it is reported to be undiscernible by the most gifted phrenologist, yet we each think our own so abnormally developed that we wonder how we keep our hats on. As an instance of the way in which the mania may take hold of the common sense contained in a brain occupied with big undertakings, and large financial questions, let me give you an instance.
At a shop on Blackpool Pier I noticed an oak pulley-block partly gilded, and learnt it had belonged to the rigging of the Foudroyant, which was wrecked there in 1897. Although I did not want this myself I knew a friend who would like to have it. He was very keen on Nelson relics, and had shown me with pride the room he devoted specially to the display of these, which he had accumulated regardless of cost. I purchased the block for a guinea, packed it up, sent it off to the South of England by passenger train, and wrote saying what I had done. What gigantic schemes matured or what h.p. pressure was required to keep his powerful brain under control, I do not know, but in the evening of the following day I received an urgent telegram saying the pulley-block had not yet arrived, and would I trace it forward? Now why could not a man of his experience and resource have waited more than twelve hours after getting my letter for a thing like that to come 250 miles by train, without giving me extra trouble, when I had already put myself out of the way to give him a little pleasure? I forgave him when I received his note of thanks, and he never met me afterwards without referring to my thoughtfulness on his behalf.
Soon after I started I had the advantage of comparing notes with a medical friend, who had a decided penchant for antiques, and he diagnosed collecting as a disease on which he considered himself an authority, if not a specialist, as his knowledge had been acquired by constant practice. His faculties were so acute that on one occasion while feeling the pulse of a patient he lost count of the beats through catching sight of a Bartolozzi print hanging near the bed. He was pleased to say the patient recovered her health, and he obtained the Bartolozzi.
Further evidence in support of this theory is the case of a minister who, after seeing my collection for the first time, could not sleep, but lay awake wondering in which of the houses in his parish he had seen any pewter. May I not carry this a step further without giving offence, by suggesting that when thoughts require to be concentrated on less worldly things, while paying his consoling visits he should spend much of the time with both eyelids closed? Be this as it may, he has secured a number of bargains.
Another instance came under my notice through seeing a letter from a wealthy merchant, the ramifications of whose business are world-wide, in which he stated he had been poking about slums, and had picked up two pepper-pots for a few coppers. Consequently he could not see his way to offer more than three shillings for two which had been advertised for four shillings.
I have discovered among my press cuttings an article which appeared in the Times, August 12, 1910, and I should like you to read the following extract:—
ON COLLECTORS
"The collector’s instinct seems to be a curious by-product of the human mind; and not only of the human mind, for magpies, monkeys, and even dogs, sometimes have it. When a dog makes a store of bones, old and entirely fleshless, he is like the collector who keeps obsolete things just because they are obsolete. A used postage stamp is to a man what a bone without flesh is to a dog; but the collector of postage stamps goes further than the dog, in that he prefers an old postage stamp to a new one, while no dog, however ardent a collector of bones without flesh, would not rather have a bone with flesh on it. Yet there is more method in the human collector, since he always has before him the ideal of a complete collection, whereas no dog, probably, ever dreamed of acquiring specimens of all the different kinds of bones there are in the world. This ideal of a complete collection is the usual spur of the human collector; and often he will collect the most out-of-the-way things in the hope of attaining it. But there is also the spur of rivalry, and because of that there are not many collectors of things that no one else collects. Every collector likes to have at least one rival whom he may out-do, and from whom perhaps he may steal; for the collector’s instinct is sometimes too strong for the most honest of men, so that they come to