Among the many strange and surprising events that help to fill the
accounts of this last century, I know none that merit more an entire
credit, or are more fit to be preserved and handed to posterity than
those I am now going to lay before the public.
Dickory Cronke, the subject of the following narrative, was born
at a little hamlet, near St. Columb, in Cornwall, on the 29th of May,
1660, being the day and year in which King Charles the Second was restored.
His parents were of mean extraction, but honest, industrious people,
and well beloved in their neighbourhood. His father’s chief
business was to work at the tin mines; his mother stayed at home to
look after the children, of which they had several living at the same
time. Our Dickory was the youngest, and being but a sickly child,
had always a double portion of her care and tenderness.
It was upwards of three years before it was discovered that he was
born dumb, the knowledge of which at first gave his mother great uneasiness,
but finding soon after that he had his hearing, and all his other senses
to the greatest perfection, her grief began to abate, and she resolved
to have him brought up as well as their circumstances and his capacity
would permit.
As he grew, notwithstanding his want of speech, he every day gave
some instance of a ready genius, and a genius much superior to the country
children, insomuch that several gentlemen in the neighbourhood took
particular notice of him, and would often call him Restoration Dick,
and give him money, &c.
When he came to be eight years of age, his mother agreed with a person
in the next village, to teach him to read and write, both which, in
a very short time, he acquired to such perfection, especially the latter,
that he not only taught his own brothers and sisters, but likewise several
young men and women in the neighbourhood, which often brought him in
small sums, which he always laid out in such necessaries as he stood
most in need of.
In this state he continued till he was about twenty, and then he
began to reflect how scandalous it was for a young man of his age and
circumstances to live idle at home, and so resolves to go with his father
to the mines, to try if he could get something towards the support of
himself and the family; but being of a tender constitution, and often
sick, he soon perceived that sort of business was too hard for him,
so was forced to return home and continue in his former station; upon
which he grew exceeding melancholy, which his mother observing, she
comforted him in the best manner she could, telling him that if it should
please God to take her away, she had something left in store for him,
which would preserve him against public want.
This kind assurance from a mother whom he so dearly loved gave him
some, though not an entire satisfaction; however, he resolves to acquiesce
under it till Providence should order something for him more to his
content and advantage, which, in a short time happened according to
his wish. The manner was thus:—
One Mr. Owen Parry, a Welsh gentleman of good repute, coming from
Bristol to Padstow, a little seaport in the county of Cornwall, near
the place where Dickory dwelt, and hearing much of this dumb man’s
perfections, would needs have him sent for; and finding, by his significant
gestures and all outward appearances that he much exceeded the character
that the country gave of him, took a mighty liking to him, insomuch
that he told him, if he would go with him into Pembrokeshire, he would
be kind to him, and take care of him as long as he lived.
This kind and unexpected offer was so welcome to poor Dickory, that
without any farther consideration, he got a pen and ink and writ a note,
and in a very handsome and submissive manner returned him thanks for
his favour, assuring him he would do his best to continue and improve
it; and that he would be ready to wait upon him whenever he should be
pleased to command.
To shorten the account as much as possible, all things were concluded
to their mutual satisfaction, and in about a fortnight’s time
they set forward for Wales, where Dickory, notwithstanding his dumbness,
behaved himself with so much diligence and affability, that he not only
gained the love of the family where he lived, but of everybody round
him.
In this station he continued till the death of his master, which
happened about twenty years afterwards; in all which time, as has been
confirmed by several of the family, he was never observed to be any
ways disguised by drinking, or to be guilty of any of the follies and
irregularities incident to servants in gentlemen’s houses.
On the contrary, when he had any spare time, his constant custom was
to retire with some good book into a private place within call, and
there employ himself in reading, and then writing down his observations
upon what he read.
After the death of his master, whose loss afflicted him to the last
degree, one Mrs. Mary Mordant, a gentlewoman of great virtue and piety,
and a very good fortune, took him into her service, and carried him
with her, first to Bath, and then to Bristol, where, after a lingering
distemper, which continued for about four years, she died likewise.
Upon the loss of his mistress, Dickory grew again exceeding melancholy
and disconsolate; at length, reflecting that death is but a common debt
which all mortals owe to nature, and must be paid sooner or later, he
became a little better satisfied, and so determines to get together
what he had saved in his service, and then to return to his native country,
and there finish his life in privacy and retirement.
Having been, as has been mentioned, about twenty-four years a servant,
and having, in the interim, received two legacies, viz., one of thirty
pounds, left him by his master, and another of fifteen pounds by his
mistress, and being always very frugal, he had got by him in the whole
upwards of sixty pounds. This, thinks he, with prudent management,
will be enough to support me as long as I live, and so I’ll e’en
lay aside all thoughts of future business, and make the best of my way
to Cornwall, and there find out some safe and solitary retreat, where
I may have liberty to meditate and make my melancholy observations upon
the several occurrences of human life.
This resolution prevailed so far, that no time was let slip to get
everything in readiness to go with the first ship. As to his money,
he always kept that locked up by him, unless he sometimes lent it to
a friend without interest, for he had a mortal hatred to all sorts of
usury or extortion. His books, of which he had a considerable
quantity, and some of them very good ones, together with his other equipage,
he got packed up, that nothing might be wanting against the first opportunity.
In a few days he heard of a vessel bound to Padstow, the very port
he wished to go to, being within four or five miles of the place where
he was born. When he came thither, which was in less than a week,
his first business was to inquire after the state of his family.
It was some time before he could get any information of them, until
an old man that knew his father and mother, and remembered they had
a son was born dumb, recollected him, and after a great deal of difficulty,
made him understand that all his family except his youngest sister were
dead, and that she was a widow, and lived at a little town called St.
Helen’s, about ten miles farther in the country.
This doleful news, we must imagine, must be extremely shocking, and
add a new sting to his former affliction; and here it was that he began
to exercise the philosopher, and to demonstrate himself both a wise
and a good man. All these things, thinks he, are the will of Providence,
and must not be disputed; and so he bore up under them with an entire
resignation, resolving that, as soon as he could find a place where
he might deposit his trunk and boxes with safety, he would go to St.
Helen’s in quest of his sister.
How his sister and he met, and how transported they were to see each
other after so long an interval, I think is not very material.
It is enough for the present purpose that Dickory soon recollected his
sister, and she him; and after a great many endearing tokens of love
and tenderness, he wrote to her, telling her that he believed Providence
had bestowed on him as much as would support him as long as he lived,
and that if she thought proper he would come and spend the remainder
of his days with her.
The good woman no sooner read his proposal than she accepted it,
adding, withal, that she could wish her entertainment was better; but
if he would accept of it as it was, she would do her best to make everything
easy, and that he should be welcome upon his own terms, to stay with
her as long as he pleased.
This affair being so happily settled to his full satisfaction, he
returns to Padstow to fetch the things he had left behind him, and the
next day came back to St. Helen’s, where, according to his own
proposal, he continued to the day of his death, which happened upon
the 29th of May, 1718, about the same hour in which he was born.
Having thus given a short detail of the several periods of his life,
extracted chiefly from the papers which he left behind him, I come in
the next place to make a few observations how he managed himself and
spent his time toward the latter part of it.
His constant practice, both winter and summer, was to rise and set
with the sun; and if the weather would permit, he never failed to walk
in some unfrequented place, for three hours, both morning and evening,
and there it is supposed he composed the following meditations.
The chief part of his sustenance was milk, with a little bread boiled
in it, of which in the morning, after his walk, he would eat the quantity
of a pint, and sometimes more. Dinners he never eat any; and at
night he would only have a pretty large piece of bread, and drink a
draught of good spring water; and after this method he lived during
the whole time he was at St. Helen’s. It is observed of
him that he never slept out of a bed, nor never lay awake in one; which
I take to be an argument, not only of a strong and healthful constitution,
but of a mind composed and calm, and entirely free from the ordinary
disturbances of human life. He never gave the least signs of complaint
or dissatisfaction at anything, unless it was when he heard the tinners
swear, or saw them drunk; and then, too, he would get out of the way
as soon as he had let them see, by some significant signs, how scandalous
and ridiculous they made themselves; and against the next time he met
them, would be sure to have a paper ready written, wherein he would
represent the folly of drunkenness, and the dangerous consequences that
generally attended it.
Idleness was his utter aversion, and if at any time he had finished
the business of the day, and was grown weary of reading and writing,
in which he daily spent six hours at least, he would certainly find
something either within doors or without, to employ himself.
Much might be said both with regard to the wise and regular management,
and the prudent methods he took to spend his time well towards the declension
of his life; but, as his history may perhaps be shortly published at
large by a better hand, I shall only observe in the general, that he
was a person of great wisdom and sagacity. He understood nature
beyond the ordinary capacity, and, if he had had a competency of learning
suitable to his genius, neither this nor the former ages would have
produced a better philosopher or a greater man.
I come next to speak of the manner of his death and the consequences
thereof, which are, indeed, very surprising, and, perhaps, not altogether
unworthy a general observation. I shall relate them as briefly
as I can, and leave every one to believe or disbelieve as he thinks
proper.
Upon the 26th of May, 1718, according to his usual method, about
four in the afternoon, he went out to take his evening walk; but before
he could reach the place he intended, he was siezed with an apoplectic
fit, which only gave him liberty to sit down under a tree, where, in
an instant, he was deprived of all manner of sense and motion, and so
he continued, as appears by his own confession afterwards, for more
than fourteen hours.
His sister, who knew how exact he was in all his methods, finding
him stay a considerable time beyond the usual hour, concludes that some
misfortune must needs have happened to him, or he would certainly have
been at home before. In short, she went immediately to all the
places he was wont to frequent, but nothing could be heard or seen of
him till the next morning, when a young man, as he was going to work,
discovered him, and went home and told his sister that her brother lay
in such a place, under a tree, and, as he believed had been robbed and
murdered.
The poor woman, who had all night been under the most dreadful apprehensions,
was now frightened and confounded to the last degree. However,
recollecting herself, and finding there was no remedy, she got two or
three of her neighbours to bear her company, and so hastened with the
young man to the tree, where she found her brother lying in the same
posture that he had described.
The dismal object at first view startled and surprised everybody
present, and filled them full of different notions and conjectures.
But some of the company going nearer to him, and finding that he had
lost nothing, and that there were no marks of any violence to be discovered
about him, they conclude that it must be an apoplectic or some other
sudden fit that had surprised him in his walk, upon which his sister
and the rest began to feel his hands and face, and observing that he
was still warm, and that there were some symptoms of life yet remaining,
they conclude that the best way was to carry him home to bed, which
was accordingly done with the utmost expedition.
When they had got him into the bed, nothing was omitted that they
could think of to bring him to himself, but still he continued utterly
insensible for about six hours. At the sixth hour’s end
he began to move a little, and in a very short time was so far recovered,
to the great astonishment of everybody about him, that he was able to
look up, and to make a sign to his sister to bring him a cup of water.
After he had drunk the water he soon perceived that all his faculties
were returned to their former stations, and though his strength was
very much abated by the length and rigour of the fit, yet his intellects
were as strong and vigorous as ever.
His sister observing him to look earnestly upon the company, as if
he had something extraordinary to communicate to them, fetched him a
pen and ink and a sheet of paper, which, after a short pause, he took,
and wrote as follows:—
“Dear sister,
“I have now no need of pen, ink, and paper, to tell you my
meaning. I find the strings that bound up my tongue, and hindered
me from speaking, are unloosed, and I have words to express myself as
freely and distinctly as any other person. From whence this strange
and unexpected event should proceed, I must not pretend to say, any
farther than this, that it is doubtless the hand of Providence that
has done it, and in that I ought to acquiesce. Pray let me be
alone for two or three hours, that I may be at liberty to compose myself,
and put my thoughts in the best order I can before I leave them behind
me.”
The poor woman, though extremely startled at what her brother had
written, yet took care to conceal it from the neighbours, who, she knew,
as well as she, must be mightily surprised at a thing so utterly unexpected.
Says she, my brother desires to be alone; I believe he may have something
in his mind that disturbs him. Upon which the neighbours took
their leave and returned home, and his sister shut the door, and left
him alone to his private contemplations.
After the company were withdrawn he fell into a sound sleep, which
lasted from two till six, and his sister, being apprehensive of the
return of his fit, came to the bedside, and, asking softly if he wanted
anything, he turned about to her and spoke to this effect: Dear sister,
you see me not only recovered out of a terrible fit, but likewise that
I have the liberty of speech, a blessing that I have been deprived of
almost sixty years, and I am satisfied you are sincerely joyful to find
me in the state I now am in; but, alas! it is but a mistaken kindness.
These are things but of short duration, and if they were to continue
for a hundred years longer, I can’t see how I should be anyways
the better.
I know the world too well to be fond of it, and am fully satisfied
that the difference between a long and a short life is insignificant,
especially when I consider the accidents and company I am to encounter.
Do but look seriously and impartially upon the astonishing notion of
time and eternity, what an immense deal has run out already, and how
infinite it is still in the future; do but seriously and deliberately
consider this, and you will find, upon the whole, that three days and
three ages of life come much to the same measure and reckoning.
As soon as he had ended his discourse upon the vanity and uncertainty
of human life, he looked steadfastly upon her. Sister, says he,
I conjure you not to be disturbed at what I am going to tell you, which
you will undoubtedly find to be true in every particular. I perceive
my glass is run, and I have now no more to do in this world but to take
my leave of it; for to-morrow about this time my speech will be again
taken from me, and, in a short time, my fit will return; and the next
day, which I understand is the day on which I came into this troublesome
world, I shall exchange it for another, where, for the future, I shall
for ever be free from all manner of sin and sufferings.
The good woman would have made him a reply, but he prevented her
by telling her he had no time to hearken to unnecessary complaints or
animadversions. I have a great many things in my mind, says he,
that require a speedy and serious consideration. The time I have
to stay is but short, and I have a great deal of important business
to do in it. Time and death are both in my view, and seem both
to call aloud to me to make no delay. I beg of you, therefore,
not to disquiet yourself or me. What must be, must be. The
decrees of Providence are eternal and unalterable; why, then, should
we torment ourselves about that which we cannot remedy?
I must confess, my dear sister, I owe you many obligations for your
exemplary fondness to me, and do solemnly assure you I shall retain
the sense of them to the last moment. All that I have to request
of you is, that I may be alone for this night. I have it in my
thoughts to leave some short observations behind me, and likewise to
discover some things of great weight which have been revealed to me,
which may perhaps be of some use hereafter to you and your friends.
What credit they may meet with I cannot say, but depend the consequence,
according to their respective periods, will account for them, and vindicate
them against the supposition of falsity and mere suggestion.
Upon this, his sister left him till about four in the morning, when
coming to his bedside to know if he wanted anything, and how he had
rested, he made her this answer; I have been taking a cursory view of
my life, and though I find myself exceedingly deficient in several particulars,
yet I bless God I cannot find I have any just grounds to suspect my
pardon. In short, says he, I have spent this night with more inward
pleasure and true satisfaction than ever I spent a night through the
whole course of my life.
After he had concluded what he had to say upon the satisfaction that
attended an innocent and well-spent life, and observed what a mighty
consolation it was to persons, not only under the apprehension, but
even in the very agonies of death itself, he desired her to bring him
his usual cup of water, and then to help him on with his clothes, that
he might sit up, and so be in a better posture to take his leave of
her and her friends.
When she had taken him up, and placed him at a table where he usually
sat, he desired her to bring him his box of papers, and after he had
collected those he intended should be preserved, he ordered her to bring
a candle, that he might see the rest burnt. The good woman seemed
at first to oppose the burning of his papers, till he told her they
were only useless trifles, some unfinished observations which he had
made in his youthful days, and were not fit to be seen by her, or anybody
that should come after him.
After he had seen his papers burnt, and placed the rest in their
proper order, and had likewise settled all his other affairs, which
was only fit to be done between himself and his sister, he desired her
to call two or three of the most reputable neighbours, not only to be
witnesses of his will, but likewise to hear what he had farther to communicate
before the return of his fit, which he expected very speedily.
His sister, who had beforehand acquainted two or three of her confidants
with all that had happened, was very much rejoiced to hear her brother
make so unexpected a concession; and accordingly, without any delay
or hesitation, went directly into the neighbourhood, and brought home
her two select friends, upon whose secrecy and sincerity she knew she
might depend upon all accounts.
In her absence he felt several symptoms of the approach of his fit,
which made him a little uneasy, lest it should entirely seize him before
he had perfected his will, but that apprehension was quickly removed
by her speedy return. After she had introduced her friends into
his chamber, he proceeded to express himself in the following manner;
Dear sister, you now see your brother upon the brink of eternity; and
as the words of dying persons are commonly the most regarded, and make
deepest impressions, I cannot suspect but you will suffer the few I
am about to say to have always some place in your thoughts, that they
may be ready for you to make use of upon any occasion.
Do not be fond of anything on this side of eternity, or suffer your
interest to incline you to break your word, quit your modesty, or to
do anything that will not bear the light, and look the world in the
face. For be assured of this; the person that values the virtue
of his mind and the dignity of his reason, is always easy and well fortified
both against death and misfortune, and is perfectly indifferent about
the length or shortness of his life. Such a one is solicitous
about nothing but his own conduct, and for fear he should be deficient
in the duties of religion, and the respective functions of reason and
prudence.
Always go the nearest way to work. Now, the nearest way through
all the business of human life, are the paths of religion and honesty,
and keeping those as directly as you can, you avoid all the dangerous
precipices that often lie in the road, and sometimes block up the passage
entirely.
Remember that life was but lent at first, and that the remainder
is more than you have reason to expect, and consequently ought to be
managed with more than ordinary diligence. A wise man spends every
day as if it were his last; his hourglass is always in his hand, and
he is never guilty of sluggishness or insincerity.
He was about to proceed, when a sudden symptom of the return of his
fit put him in mind that it was time to get his will witnessed, which
was no sooner done but he took it up and gave it to his sister, telling
her that though all he had was hers of right, yet he thought it proper,
to prevent even a possibility of a dispute, to write down his mind in
the nature of a will, wherein I have given you, says he, the little
that I have left, except my books and papers, which, as soon as I am
dead, I desire may be delivered to Mr. Anthony Barlow, a near relation
of my worthy master, Mr. Owen Parry.
This Mr. Anthony Barlow was an old contemplative Welsh gentleman,
who, being under some difficulties in his own country, was forced to
come into Cornwall and take sanctuary among the tinners. Dickory,
though he kept himself as retired as possible, happened to meet him
one day upon his walks, and presently remembered that he was the very
person that used frequently to come to visit his master while he lived
in Pembrokeshire, and so went to him, and by signs made him understand
who he was.
The old gentleman, though at first surprised at this unexpected interview,
soon recollected that he had formerly seen at Mr. Parry’s a dumb
man, whom they used to call the dumb philosopher, so concludes immediately
that consequently this must be he. In short, they soon made themselves
known to each other; and from that time contracted a strict friendship
and a correspondence by letters, which for the future they mutually
managed with the greatest exactness and familiarity.
But to leave this as a matter not much material, and to return to
our narrative. By this time Dickory’s speech began to falter,
which his sister observing, put him in mind that he would do well to
make some declaration of his faith and principles of religion, because
some reflections had been made upon him upon the account of his neglect,
or rather his refusal, to appear at any place of public worship.
“Dear sister,” says he, “you observe
very well, and I wish the continuance of my speech for a few moments,
that I might make an ample declaration upon that account. But
I find that cannot be; my speech is leaving me so fast that I can only
tell you that I have always lived, and now die, an unworthy member of
the ancient catholic and apostolic church; and as to my faith and principles,
I refer you to my papers, which, I hope, will in some measure vindicate
me against the reflections you mention.”
He had hardly finished his discourse to his sister and her two friends,
and given some short directions relating to his burial, but his speech
left him; and what makes the thing the more remarkable, it went away,
in all appearance, without giving him any sort of pain or uneasiness.
When he perceived that his speech was entirely vanished, and that
he was again in his original state of dumbness, he took his pen as formerly
and wrote to his sister, signifying that whereas the sudden loss of
his speech had deprived him of the opportunity to speak to her and her
friends what he intended, he would leave it for them in writing, and
so desired he might not be disturbed till the return of his fit, which
he expected in six hours at farthest. According to his desire
they all left him, and then, with the greatest resignation imaginable,
he wrote down the meditations following: