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Message: Emoticon Listing HTML Help	[quote]Also from the Ten Oaks Family History Page ======== The murder of Francis Tantum, 1785 An account by his nephew, William Howitt A well known nineteenth century traveller and writer, William Howitt made a number of contributions to American journals, arising from his interest in spiritualism. I do not know where the following account was originally published; a hand-written copy has long been held in the family. Some of its content differs from the account written by his father immediately after the murder, and probably owes much to William's spiritualist interests. Narratives of appearances at or about the moment of death are perhaps the most frequent of any. For a striking & directly authenticated example of this class I am indebted to my friend, William Howitt, whose name is almost as familiar on this side of the Atlantic as in his own country. I give it in his own words. The Brother's Appearance to the Sister "The circumstance you desire to obtain from me is one which I have many times heard related by my Mother. It was an event familiar to our family and the neighbourhood, and is connected with my earliest memories; having occurred about the time of my birth, at my father's house at Heanor, In Derbyshire, where I myself was born. "My Mother's family name, Tantum, is an uncommon one, which I do not recollect to have met with except in a story of Miss Leslie's. My Mother had two brothers, Francis and Richard. The younger Richard I knew well, for he lived to an old age. The elder Francis, was at the time of the occurrence I am about to report, a gay young man, about twenty, unmarried; handsome, frank, affectionate, and extremely beloved by all classes throughout that part of the country. He is described, in that age of powder & pigtails, as wearing his auburn hair flowing in ringlets on his shoulders, like another Absalom, and was much admired as well for his personal grace as for the life & gaiety of his manners. "One fine calm afternoon, my Mother, shortly after a confinement, but perfectly convalescent, was lying in bed, enjoying, from her window, the sense of summer beauty and repose; a bright sky above, the quiet village before her. In this state she was gladdened by hearing footsteps which she took to be those of her brother Frank, as he was familiarly called, approaching the chamber door. The visitor knocked & entered. The foot of the bed was toward the door, and the curtains at the foot, notwithstanding the season, were drawn, to prevent any draught. Her brother parted them, & looked in upon her. His gaze was earnest and destitute of its usual cheerfulness, and he spoke not a word. 'My dear Frank', said my Mother, 'how glad I am to see you. Come round to the bed side, I wish to have some talk with you' "He closed the curtains as complying, but [instead] of doing so, my Mother to her astonishment, heard him leave the room, close the door behind him, and begin to descend the stairs. Greatly amazed, she hastily rang, and when her maid appeared she bade her call her brother back. The girl replied that she had not seen him enter the house. But my Mother insisted, saying 'He was here but this instant. Run; quick; call him back; I must see him.' "The girl hurried away, but, after a time returned, saying that she could learn nothing of him anywhere; nor had anyone in or about the house seen him either enter or depart. "Now, my father's house stood at the bottom of the village, and close to the high road, which was quite straight: so that any one passing along it must have been seen for a much longer period than had elapsed. The girl said she had looked up & down the road, then searched the garden, a large, old fashioned one, with shady walks. But neither in the garden nor on the road was he to be seen. She had inquired at the nearest cottages in the village; but no one had noticed him pass. "My Mother, though a very pious woman, was far from superstitious, yet the strangeness of this circumstance struck her forcibly. While she lay pondering upon it, there was heard a sudden running and excited talking in the village street. My Mother listened; it increased, though up to that time the village had been profoundly still; and she became convinced that something very unusual had occurred. Again she rang the bell, to inquire the cause of the disturbance. This time it was the monthly nurse who answered it. She sought to tranquillise my Mother as one usually does a patient. 'Oh, it is nothing particular, Ma'am' she said, 'some trifling affair'- which she pretended to relate, passing lightly over the particulars. But her ill-suppressed agitation did not escape my Mother's eye. 'Tell me the truth,' she said, 'at once. I am certain something sad has happened'. The woman still equivocated, greatly fearing the affect upon my Mother in her then situation. And at first the family joined in the attempt at concealment. Finally, however, my Mother's alarm and earnest entreaties drew from them the terrible truth that her brother had just been stabbed at the top of the village, and killed on the spot. "The melancholy event had thus occurred. My Uncle, Francis Tantum, had been dining at Shipley Hall, with Mr Miller Mundy, Member of Parliament for the county. Shipley Hall lay off to the right of the village, as you looked up the main street from my father's house, and about a mile distant from it; while Heanor Hall, my Uncle's residence, was situated to the right; the road from the one county seat to the other crossing nearly at right angles, the upper portion of the village street, at a point where stood one or two village inns, the Admiral Rodney, respectably kept by the Widow H---ks. I remember her well - a tall fine-looking woman, who must have been handsome in her youth, and who retained, even past middle age, an air superior to her condition. She had only one child, a son, then scarcely twenty. He was a good looking, brisk young fellow, and bore a very fine character. He must, as the event showed, have been of a very hasty temper. "Francis Tantum, riding home from Shipley Hall after the early country dinner of that day, somewhat elate, it may be, with wine, stopped at the widow's inn, and bade the son bring him a glass of ale. As the latter turned to obey, my Uncle, giving the youth a smart switch across the back with his riding whip, cried out, in his lively, joking way, 'Now be quick, Dick; be quick.' The young man, instead of receiving the playful stroke as a jest, took it as an insult. He rushed into the house, snatched up a carving knife, and, darting back into the street, stabbed my uncle to the heart, as he sat on his horse, so that he fell dead, on the instant, in the road. "The sensation throughout the quiet village may well be imagined. The inhabitants, who idolised the murdered man, were prevented from taking summary vengeance on the homicide only by the constable carrying him off to the office of the nearest magistrate. Young H---ks was tried at the next Derby assizes; but (justly, no doubt, taking into view the sudden irritation caused by the blow) he was convicted of manslaughter only, and, after a few months imprisonment returned to the village; where, notwithstanding the strong popular feeling against him, he continued to keep the inn, even after his mother's death. He is still present to my recollection, a quiet, retiring man, never guilty of any other irregularity of conduct, and seeming to bear about with him the constant memory of his rash deed & silent blight upon his life. "So great was the respect entertained for my uncle, and such the deep impression of his tragic, that so long as that generation lived the church bells of the village were regularly tolled on the anniversary of his death. "On comparing the circumstances and the exact time at which each occurred, the fact was substantiated that the apparition presented itself to my Mother almost instantly after her brother had received the fatal strike." Almost the only desirable condition unfulfilled in the preceding narrative is that more that one person, and each influenced independently, should have witnessed the apparition. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Although Howitt does not name him in full, the assailant was Richard Hanks. ** Pigots' 1835 Commercial Directory of Derbyshire lists him as publican at the Crown public house, Heanor [/quote]
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Also from the Ten Oaks Family History Page

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The murder of Francis Tantum, 1785
An account by his nephew, William Howitt

A well known nineteenth century traveller and writer, William Howitt made a number of contributions to American journals, arising from his interest in spiritualism. I do not know where the following account was originally published; a hand-written copy has long been held in the family. Some of its content differs from the account written by his father immediately after the murder, and probably owes much to William's spiritualist interests.

Narratives of appearances at or about the moment of death are perhaps the most frequent of any. For a striking & directly authenticated example of this class I am indebted to my friend, William Howitt, whose name is almost as familiar on this side of the Atlantic as in his own country. I give it in his own words.

The Brother's Appearance to the Sister

"The circumstance you desire to obtain from me is one which I have many times heard related by my Mother. It was an event familiar to our family and the neighbourhood, and is connected with my earliest memories; having occurred about the time of my birth, at my father's house at Heanor, In Derbyshire, where I myself was born.

"My Mother's family name, Tantum, is an uncommon one, which I do not recollect to have met with except in a story of Miss Leslie's. My Mother had two brothers, Francis and Richard. The younger Richard I knew well, for he lived to an old age. The elder Francis, was at the time of the occurrence I am about to report, a gay young man, about twenty, unmarried; handsome, frank, affectionate, and extremely beloved by all classes throughout that part of the country. He is described, in that age of powder & pigtails, as wearing his auburn hair flowing in ringlets on his shoulders, like another Absalom, and was much admired as well for his personal grace as for the life & gaiety of his manners.

"One fine calm afternoon, my Mother, shortly after a confinement, but perfectly convalescent, was lying in bed, enjoying, from her window, the sense of summer beauty and repose; a bright sky above, the quiet village before her. In this state she was gladdened by hearing footsteps which she took to be those of her brother Frank, as he was familiarly called, approaching the chamber door. The visitor knocked & entered. The foot of the bed was toward the door, and the curtains at the foot, notwithstanding the season, were drawn, to prevent any draught. Her brother parted them, & looked in upon her. His gaze was earnest and destitute of its usual cheerfulness, and he spoke not a word. 'My dear Frank', said my Mother, 'how glad I am to see you. Come round to the bed side, I wish to have some talk with you'

"He closed the curtains as complying, but [instead] of doing so, my Mother to her astonishment, heard him leave the room, close the door behind him, and begin to descend the stairs. Greatly amazed, she hastily rang, and when her maid appeared she bade her call her brother back. The girl replied that she had not seen him enter the house. But my Mother insisted, saying 'He was here but this instant. Run; quick; call him back; I must see him.'

"The girl hurried away, but, after a time returned, saying that she could learn nothing of him anywhere; nor had anyone in or about the house seen him either enter or depart.

"Now, my father's house stood at the bottom of the village, and close to the high road, which was quite straight: so that any one passing along it must have been seen for a much longer period than had elapsed. The girl said she had looked up & down the road, then searched the garden, a large, old fashioned one, with shady walks. But neither in the garden nor on the road was he to be seen. She had inquired at the nearest cottages in the village; but no one had noticed him pass.

"My Mother, though a very pious woman, was far from superstitious, yet the strangeness of this circumstance struck her forcibly. While she lay pondering upon it, there was heard a sudden running and excited talking in the village street. My Mother listened; it increased, though up to that time the village had been profoundly still; and she became convinced that something very unusual had occurred. Again she rang the bell, to inquire the cause of the disturbance. This time it was the monthly nurse who answered it. She sought to tranquillise my Mother as one usually does a patient. 'Oh, it is nothing particular, Ma'am' she said, 'some trifling affair'- which she pretended to relate, passing lightly over the particulars. But her ill-suppressed agitation did not escape my Mother's eye. 'Tell me the truth,' she said, 'at once. I am certain something sad has happened'. The woman still equivocated, greatly fearing the affect upon my Mother in her then situation. And at first the family joined in the attempt at concealment. Finally, however, my Mother's alarm and earnest entreaties drew from them the terrible truth that her brother had just been stabbed at the top of the village, and killed on the spot.

"The melancholy event had thus occurred. My Uncle, Francis Tantum, had been dining at Shipley Hall, with Mr Miller Mundy, Member of Parliament for the county. Shipley Hall lay off to the right of the village, as you looked up the main street from my father's house, and about a mile distant from it; while Heanor Hall, my Uncle's residence, was situated to the right; the road from the one county seat to the other crossing nearly at right angles, the upper portion of the village street, at a point where stood one or two village inns, the Admiral Rodney, respectably kept by the Widow H---ks*. I remember her well - a tall fine-looking woman, who must have been handsome in her youth, and who retained, even past middle age, an air superior to her condition. She had only one child, a son, then scarcely twenty. He was a good looking, brisk young fellow, and bore a very fine character. He must, as the event showed, have been of a very hasty temper.

"Francis Tantum, riding home from Shipley Hall after the early country dinner of that day, somewhat elate, it may be, with wine, stopped at the widow's inn, and bade the son bring him a glass of ale. As the latter turned to obey, my Uncle, giving the youth a smart switch across the back with his riding whip, cried out, in his lively, joking way, 'Now be quick, Dick; be quick.'

The young man, instead of receiving the playful stroke as a jest, took it as an insult. He rushed into the house, snatched up a carving knife, and, darting back into the street, stabbed my uncle to the heart, as he sat on his horse, so that he fell dead, on the instant, in the road.

"The sensation throughout the quiet village may well be imagined. The inhabitants, who idolised the murdered man, were prevented from taking summary vengeance on the homicide only by the constable carrying him off to the office of the nearest magistrate. Young H---ks was tried at the next Derby assizes; but (justly, no doubt, taking into view the sudden irritation caused by the blow) he was convicted of manslaughter only, and, after a few months imprisonment returned to the village; where, notwithstanding the strong popular feeling against him, he continued to keep the inn**, even after his mother's death. He is still present to my recollection, a quiet, retiring man, never guilty of any other irregularity of conduct, and seeming to bear about with him the constant memory of his rash deed & silent blight upon his life.

"So great was the respect entertained for my uncle, and such the deep impression of his tragic, that so long as that generation lived the church bells of the village were regularly tolled on the anniversary of his death.

"On comparing the circumstances and the exact time at which each occurred, the fact was substantiated that the apparition presented itself to my Mother almost instantly after her brother had received the fatal strike."

Almost the only desirable condition unfulfilled in the preceding narrative is that more that one person, and each influenced independently, should have witnessed the apparition.

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* Although Howitt does not name him in full, the assailant was Richard Hanks.

** Pigots' 1835 Commercial Directory of Derbyshire lists him as publican at the Crown public house, Heanor

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