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The burial register of St John's, Clerkenwell identfying Frances Kent as the Cock Lane Ghost |
It would have been a strange
scene; 1am on the night of the first of February 1762 in the vaults of St
John’s Clerkenwell, a group of unlikely ghost hunting gentlemen led by that
stalwart champion of common sense, Dr Johnson, hold out guttering candles and
push forward one William Kent, gesticulating for him to address himself to an
unmarked coffin. The coffin had been placed in the vaults almost a year earlier
by Kent himself, and held the remains of his common law wife Frances. William
had no doubt only come on this midnight jaunt to the vaults with the greatest
reluctance but he had to try and clear himself of the accusation of murdering
his dead wife. Who had accused him? Why, Frances herself, who had apparently returned
from the dead in the guise of Scratching Fanny, a ghost who manifested herself
solely in the presence of a young girl, Elizabeth Parsons and at her father’s
house on Cock Lane, by the sound of fingernails scrabbling, scraping and
knocking on wood. The father had devised a method of communicating with the
ghost and thereby discovered that Frances had been murdered, poisoned, by her
husband. Scratching Fanny became a public sensation and William Kent found his
character blackened as a wife killer with seemingly no way to prove his
innocence. There were sceptics however who were not convinced of the ghost’s
veracity and to silence the doubters Scratching Fanny announced, by her system
of knocks, that she would manifest herself in her own coffin on the first night
of February, the anniversary of her death, and publicly condemn her murdering
husband. And this was why Dr Johnson and his colleagues were down in the crypt
of St John’s at one in the morning telling a trembling William Kent to stand in
front of his wife’s coffin and call out her name clearly. William did what was
asked, several times but to everyone’s relief, there was no response, no sign
whatsoever of afterlife, from the cold and dusty coffin. Someone suggested
opening the casket but the idea was quickly dismissed, William Kent was clearly innocent and the
ghost of Scratching Fanny almost certainly a fraud.

It had begun with the marriage of William Kent and Elizabeth Lynes in Norfolk in 1756 or 1757. The marriage was short-lived because Elizabeth died in child birth, followed shortly by the baby. The distraught widower sought consolation in the arms of his wife’s younger sister Frances but did the honourable thing by proposing marriage. The church proved to be an obstacle to their union as canon law forbade a marriage to the sister of a deceased wife if she had borne a living child, which Elizabeth had. William moved to London where Frances eventually joined him and the couple lived as man and wife, hoping that no one would discover the deception. The couple had problems with their landlord to whom William had lent £20; he discovered their illicit relationship and refused to pay back the loan, assuming that William would rather lose his money than risk exposure. He was wrong; William had him arrested. Whilst looking for new lodgings he met the parish clerk of St Sepulchre-without-Newgate, Richard Parsons, a man who liked a drink and whose finances were a little messy. Parsons offered lodgings to the young couple in his house in Cock lane where he lived with his wife and two daughters the eldest of which, a “little artful girl about eleven years of age” was called Elizabeth.
The
Kent’s initially got on well with the Parsons; William failing to learn from
previous experience loaned his new landlord Richard Parsons 12 guineas. Strange phenomenon began to occur at Cock Lane, one night a local
landlord was terrified by an apparition in white ascending the stairs of the house and while William was away in the country the now pregnant Frances took Elizabeth Parsons
into her bed for company and then suffered a night of ominous knockings and scratchings
which kept her awake until daylight. When William came home the couple moved to
other accommodation but Frances became ill and was diagnosed with smallpox.
Shortly before she died on 2 February 1760 she made a will leaving the bulk of
her estate to William Kent. The Lynes family were furious and in Doctors Commons challenged the
terms of Frances’ will, which had left half a crown to each of her siblings and the
rest of her not inconsiderable estate to William. While the
legal battle still raged William remarried, no doubt further fuelling the
family’s animosity.
Richard Parsons meanwhile had failed to repay William Kent’s 12 guineas and in January 1762 he found himself in court, sued for the balance of the loan by his former tenant. At Cock Lane the supernatural noises which seemed to follow Elizabeth Parsons around coincidentally started up again at around the same time. Richard Parsons called in John Moore,the rector of St Bartholomew-the-Great in West Smithfield, for advice on the apparent haunting. The two men came to the conclusion that the noises were made by the ghost of Frances Kent and devised a system of interrogating it, one knock for yes, two knocks for no. Questioning the restless spirit soon revealed that she still walked the earth because she had not died, as everyone thought, of the smallpox, but of arsenic poisoning and that the toxin had been deliberately administered by her ‘husband’ William Kent. The story of the ghost spread like wildfire helped in large part by the London press which picked up on it very early and then followed every thrilling development for the next six months. The house in Cock Lane was soon besieged by interested spectators and Richard Parsons quickly became alert to the commercial possibilities of the haunting, charging admission to anyone who wanted a consultation with the spirit. The haunting became a cause célèbre, society visitors to Cock Lane included Horace Walpole and Prince Edward, Duke of York and Albany. Many of those who attended the séances were not convinced by the performance. Elizabeth Parsons generally remained tucked up in bed, often with her younger sister, and a female relative of the family, Mary Frazer, would run around the room crying “Fanny, Fanny why don't you come? Do come, pray Fanny, come; dear Fanny, come!” Eventually there would be a scratching or knocking sound from the bed, noises which often stopped if Elizabeth was instructed to put her hands outside the bed covers.
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The ghost, details from Hogarth's "Credulity, Superstition and Fanaticism" |
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Scratching Fanny in the pillory, detail from Hogarth's "The Times" |
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