|Taken from 1887 Tilley's Almanack|
|18 pages of a poem by J. P. 75 verses|
|Transcribed by Judy BAKER ( Rose )|
|In the Western part of England|
Just where three Counties meet,
There stands a quiet little Town,
A rural snug retreat.
|A very fine old Church and Tower|
Adorn this little City ;
And in the centre stands alone,
The Market House so pretty.
|The ''Feathers,'' ''Oak'' and ' No.7'|
The ''Plough'', a little higher,
And several other ''pubs'' lie in
The shadow of the Spire.
|This Town no doubt possesses those|
Who are at times erratic;
But some of its inhabitants
Are quite aristocratic.
|Yonder you see his grace ''THE DUKE'',|
'' In regard of '' our nobility;
And his son '' THE ARCHITECT'', I'm sure
Is the picture of gentility.
|At that gabled house lives one who has|
Long been the County Member;
And I trust that MR BIDDULPH will
Ne'er to Home Rule surrender.
|Our venerable RECTOR|
Sometimes ' midst scoffs and jeers;
With kindly smile has weather'd on
For seven-and-twenty years.
|Yon kind good hearted Gentleman,|
For money does not hanker;
Ah! how many their positions owe
To E.J. WEBB, the banker?
|This little Town called Ledbury,|
In hunting men abounds:
And always will while Mr. KNOWLES
Is Master of the Hounds.
|At the Court House lives a Gentleman,|
A contrast to a Viper;
The poor, deserving, have a friend
In Mr. G.H. PIPER.
|Our Tradesmen's credit at the Banks|
Will surely ne'er go down,
As long as we've such managers
As MADDISON and BROWN.
|Yonder you see the hero|
Of many lively sprees,
But age and gout their tale have told
On poor old Billy REECE.
|And if perchance at any time|
One's spirits should be low;
The load seems shifted when you see
Our old friend Joseph MUTLOW.
|An instituation in this Town|
Is COPE, the Superintendent;
And respect is shown by every one
To POTTS, the Independent.
|The Rifle Corps can well afford|
To smile at any sneers
As long as Captain SMITH command
Our local Volunteers.
|The Ledbury Board of Guardians' Clerk,|
Down Homend often roams;
And a rare good all-round cricketer
Is Mr. Richard HOMES.
|Charles WESLEY'S far from being a dolt,|
He's up to all the tricks,
As well as all the '' ins and outs''
Attached to politics.
|Possessed of an ingenious mind,|
And who studies very hard;
Is a Grocer at the Lower Cross,
Whose name is J.E. BALLARD.
|From a shop in High Street, I daresay,|
You've purchased many a book;
And you very rarely meet a better
Business man than ''LUKE''.
|He's an active little fellow,|
With a very nice address;
And a ''cute'' man is the Editor
Of '' THE LEDBURY FREE PRESS''.
|To find the equal of my next|
You'll have to travel far;
He deals in earthenware,- I mean,
That '' Grand Old Man, '' John PARR.
|Though canny and straightforward as|
All Scotchmen are you bet ;
You seldon meet a better one
Than Jimmy BOYD, the Vet.
|Why here's another happy soul,|
Whose never in a bustle;
Where could you find a better sort,
Than '' Uncle,'' Thomas RUSSELL ?
|Whenever you want welting,|
Or if your sole you lose ;
Just go to William HAMPTON, who'll
Repair your Boots and Shoes.
|That Pharmaceutical young man,|
In his Chemistry does teach ' em ;
And his shop in High Street bears the name
Of ''Vincent W. MEACHAM ''.
|As well as MEACHAM there's the '' Boss'',|
Who stuffs both Thrush and Linnet;
And he plays a rattling game of whist,
I mean our friend, George BENNETT.
|Another gent you often see,|
ith gun and pipe and spaniel;
'' who's he'' you should reply,--
''That's MANNING, -- not the cardinal.'
|Sometimes on foot and then on 'bus,|
He's active in all weathers;
And a first class eye to business too
Has MANTON of the Feathers.
|Whene'er the cry of ''Fire'' is raised,|
And we require their aid;
You'll quickly on the scene behold,
John WEBB and his Brigade.
| And still they come, as tho' they dropp'd,|
Direct down from the heavens;
The Draper at the Lower Cross,
Is Mr J.D. EVANS.
| A gent you always see '' d'ye know ''|
In sunshine, hail or rain;
'' And d'ye know '' he trades in Malt and Hops?
He's a Brewer, too, is LANE.
|A first class man is ROBERTS,|
Our present Station Master;
And I'm sure you couldn't well improve
On BAKER as Postmaster.
|For Beef, Pork, Mutton, Veal or Lamb|
Or if you want Calves' feet;
At WALKER'S or Tom MAYO'S,
You'll always get good meat.
|And so one could till Doomsday,|
This roll of names unfurl;
blow it'' I had nearly miss'd
The name of Mr. SEARLE.
|There's a very first class all-round shot|
at rabbit, hare or bird;
For a straight good eye, has HOWELL,
I mean it, 'pon my word'.
|If you walk down New Town you'll admire|
The flowers of Mr EMAN;
And another floury man, you know
Is Master Jimmy FREEMAN,
|Friend BERKLEY up in Homend Street,|
Will sell you brooch or ring;
And if you overwind you watch,
He'll put in it a spring.
|There are several Tradesmen in the Town|
Sell Calicoes and Hurden;
And three of the most reknown
Are BADCOCK, CLARKE and BURDEN.
|A Landlord who his house does close|
Each Evening at Eleven:
And a Wine and Spirit Merchant too-
Is GABB, of '' No 7.''
|There's ''Little Billy'' who I hope|
Will never break his bones;
For a rare good man 'cross country is
Our Huntsman, William JONES.
|When Thomas PAINTER'S on the spree,|
Of reason he's bereft;
For to hear him talk- he'd kill a crowd,
With his celebrated ''left''.
|The Landlord of the Plough Hotel,|
On horseback is no coward;
And two very straight horse dealers
Are SCATTERGOOD and HOWARD.
|For Coffee, Sugar, and Bohea,|
As well as Orange Pekoe,
There's a shop in High Street, don't you know
Kept by ' The London Tea Co'..
|There are two noisy youths who laugh|
Till Southend Street, it rings;
But the Police have now their eyes upon
Ben BOSLEY and Charles KINGS.
|If you hair and beard are very long,|
(Don't say this is a myth);
I'm sure your friends won't know you,
After visiting Tom SMITH.
|That young spendthrift ,Thomas BADSEY,|
Is a Guardian of the Poor;
And, being on the Sanitary Board,
Inspects both Drain and Sewer.
|If you want a bed or cup of tea,|
You'll find it '' all serene'',
At the Coffee House, where you observe
COMLEY, and our Queen.
|Why here's another jovial soul,|
Who's always full of chaff:
And however dull or low you feel,
Tom WEBB can make you laugh.
|Yon tree does never shed its leaves,|
It's branches ne'er get broke;
It'll stand for years you may be sure
For HOPKINS tends ''The Oak''.
|A quondam leader of the band,|
In many a jolly lark;
Has quite reformed his character,
And is now the PARISH CLERK.
|I'm sure our friend JOHN HOPKINS,|
Deserves not your reproaches;
If a little putty he should use
In your carriages and coaches.
|There's more than one more Grocer you will find|
At the top end of the Town;
But not a very random man
Is Mr. William BROWN.
|It's not a pleasant task at all|
To nuisances inspect;
But DINGLEY does his work so well
That he commands respect.
|In the Ledbury Union Workhouse,|
You never hear of strife:
For this I'm sure much praise is due
To MORGAN and his WIFE.
|But little RICHARD seems to hold|
The Temperence cause so dear,
That he'd take from the aged Union folk
Their half - a - pint of Beer.
|His argument seems based upon|
The question of expense;
But if he'd leave the old people alone
He'd shew much better sense.
|Here's one who wrestles very hard|
With figures and with dates;
But, he calls on us too often, does
JOE RILEY for the rates.
|And now I beg to introduce|
To you a man of sense, Sir;
This gentleman surveys our roads,
His name is Caleb SPENCER.
|If you're in want of '' Dress'' clothes, or|
A Coat in which to shoot,
Apply to Charley BIXLEY for
A good well fitting suit.
|HINER collects the Gas accounts|
If any should be owing;
And if you refuse to pay, you'll hear
From Secretary OWEN
|That superior looking dark man,|
Going down the Street, do you see?
Is a well - known local lawter,
Who bears the name of LUCY.
|The '' New Inn'' has a Landlord who|
His business plies with zest;
And judging by the trade he does
He finds that pays him BEST.
|From Belle Orchards can be often seen|
Come ''rolling o'er the stones; ''
The smiling bare- faced , jovial phiz,
Of happy Charley JONES.
|And yet another face , although|
Priors Court we fetch it;
For on Tuesdays you can always see
Good looking Willie PRITCHETT.
|And still one more who seems to have|
His share of this life's sweets;
Besides, he's quite a Ladies man
And that is Thomas MEATS.
|There you observe Jim GRIFFIN,|
Although a trifle sandy;
At watering his milk they say
He's tolerably handy.
|Two Ledbury men once went abroad|
But came back labell'd '' no good''
There wasn't room in Yankee Land,
For Clifford SMITH and HAYWOOD.
|When Thomas RESTALL comes to Town,|
Of fun there is no dearth;
For he's volatile and springs up from
''The canopy of earth''.
|Yon short man is so fond of lush,|
He'd drink it from a ladle;
Few people know his proper name,
His alias is '' CRADLE''
|An object to be pitied, and|
Which fills one with much sorrow
Is old LAMBERT when he asks you for
'' A penny till to-morrow''.
|A card who's very fond of work.---|
A day a week, but no more;
And wants to be well paid for that,
Is Master Brevat ELSMORE
|You really must excuse me if |
I now conclude this list:-
For here I see comes down the Street,
Friend PEAKE, the organist.
|I hope I've not the feeling hurt|
Of any one whose name
I've introduced to you, because
It's only for a game.
|But if I have , and they should think|
To thrash me they are able;
I hope they won't:- and please abstain
From sueing me for libel
|For if I once get clear of this|
I'll ever thankful be;
And never write another verse
As true as my names JP
|Ledbury November, 1887|