The
weather record of the Gentleman’s
Magazine states that the evening of 12 July 1787 was dark and cloudy with
thunder. Unlike the abundance of turf destroying summer chafers that month (“rooks
should have great merit with the farmer, as they prevent these pernicious
insects becoming numerous”), a rain storm on the 10th which “beat down wheat in
many places”, the bloom of lime trees hanging in fine fragment tassels noted on
the 19th, the fineness of the cherries and wood strawberries and the first
flights of young partridges, the storm of the 12th merits not a single footnote
to the weather watcher who compiled July’s statistics, despite being ferocious
enough for lightning to have killed at least two people in London.
A
well known memorial in the porch of St Mary-at-Lambeth (now the Garden Museum)
commemorates William Bacon of the Salt Office:
To the memory of
William Bacon
of the Salt Office London, Gent
Who was killed by thunder and
lightning
at his window July 12 1787
Aged 34 years
By touch ethereal in a moment
slain
He felt the power of death but
not the pain
Swift as the lightning glanced
his spirit flew
And bade the rough tempestuous
world adieu
Short was his passage to that
peaceful shore
Where storms annoy and dangers
threat no more
The Archbiships Palace at Lambeth (by J.M.W Turner) quite possibly showing the very dwelling in which William Bacon met his unfortunate fate |
There
are many Bacons in the Parish of St Mary’s and when the 20 year old William
Bacon married Miss Cooper of Norfolk in February 1773 the ceremony probably
took place in the church. We know very little about the life of William Bacon
but we know a great deal about his death. The Gentleman’s Magazine reported it
in detail:
He was killed at
his house near the Archbishop's palace Lambeth, at about a quarter before six
in the evening by a flash of lightning. At the beginning of the storm he was
drinking tea with his wife; the back windows of the one pair of stairs to the
South having been open all day he went up for the purpose of shutting them and
in the action of lifting up his right arm received the stroke, which tore his
coat eight inches in length and four in breadth, whence it entered his right
side nearly opposite his heart went through his body and out of the left hip
and down his left leg to his buckle, which melted and tore the upper leather of
his shoe from the sole. His dog being at that foot was also struck dead after
which the lightning penetrated the wainscot and floor of the one pair of stairs
and made its way into the front parlour North where it tore the wainscot in a
singular manner and went off with an explosion louder than any piece of
ordnance. Another account says that he owed his death to a gun being laid
across the window placed there to prevent thieves from breaking into the house
which on this occasion operated as a conductor for the lightning for at the
instant that he was shutting the window he received the electrical fire from
the barrel of the gun which he accidentally touched and was immediately struck
dead. The violence of the stroke was such that it tore out his intestines and
made his body a most shocking spectacle.
Gentleman's Magazine 1787
The
Norfolk Chronicle provided some additional, lurid details about the ghastly
incident on Saturday 21 July:
The unfortunate
Mr. Bacon, who was killed by lightning Lambeth last, owes his death to a gun
being laid across the window, placed there to prevent thieves from breaking
into the house which on this occasion operated as a conductor for the
lightning; for at the instant that he was shutting the window he received the
electrical fire from the barrel of the gun, which he accidentally touched, and
was immediately struck dead. The violence of the stroke was such that it tore
out his intestines, and made his body a most shocking spectacle; he was first
discovered by a little girl in the house, who was so terrified as to be unable
to explain the cause of her alarm to Mrs. Bacon, who went into the room herself
and, in consequence of seeing this dreadful sight, has been at times in fits
ever since, and great doubts are entertained whether she will ever recover.
Ball lightning possibly looking for a new bonnet to consume |
As
well as reporting on the death of William Bacon the Chelmsford Chronicle of
Friday 20 July reported on another London household which had its own close
call with a wayward electrical discharge:
During the
progress of the storm, it was observed, that the lightning struck the earth
frequently, and the clouds then made a prodigious discharge. The storm of thunder and lightning which proved
so fatal to Mr. Bacon, of Lambeth, on Thursday last, damaged also
the houses of Mr. Wood, watchmaker, and Mrs. Ash of Windmill-street, Tottenham
Court Road, in a remarkable manner. At Mr. Wood's house the lightning melted
the bell wire, and burned the wainscot near it in every room, entirely consumed
a new bonnet of Mrs. Wood's just brought home, and lying on the table in the
parlour, threw down the plates, one of which it scorched, from the shelves in
the kitchen below, tore the plaster from the wall, killed a sparrow that was
hopping about in the garden behind the house, and went off through the
bell-hole near the door with an explosion like a gun. Although Mr. and Mrs.
Wood were surrounded with fire, neither they nor their servants received
material injury during this tremendous scene.
The
Chelmsford Chronicle also reveals that William Bacon was not the only fatality
on the 12th of July:
Mr. Lazenby of
Clement's-Inn Passage, tallow chandler, who was standing at his own door on
Thursday last, during the thunder and lightning, was in an instant struck and
fell into strong convulsions and although every assistance and means of relief
was tried, he continued in a state of lunacy, attended with severe strong
convulsion fits till yesterday morning, when he expired in all the dreadful
agonies of madness.
Thanks, fascinating! I often visit the Garden Museum, but had never noticed Bacon's tomb until yesterday.
ReplyDeleteThank you Caroline. There is some fascinating stuff on your blog too!
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