Remember, remember,
The Fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
For I see no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason,
Should ever be forgot.
Do you remember this nursery rhyme? In our house, we used to
change ‘treason’ on the fifth line to ‘season’ because we just loved Fireworks
Night!
Most people will be familiar with the story of the Gunpowder
Plot, but where did the celebration come from? At the first sitting of
Parliament following the discovery of the plot, in January 1606, an act was
passed to commemorate this historic event. The Observance of 5th November Act 1605 ensured that sermons
and services would be held annually to remind the general public of the
consequences of such a heinous crime (or perhaps to emphasize the power of the
establishment.) The torching of bonfires and the ringing of church bells to
mark the day each year became tradition soon after Guy Fawkes and his
co-conspirators were discovered and fireworks were an obvious inclusion to
replicate the gunpowder from very early on.
Perhaps the most correct name for the celebration is Guy
Fawkes Night, but it is also known as Bonfire Night and, as said above,
Fireworks Night.
The origins seem to be lost in history, but it was once the
custom for children to make a scarecrow-type figure by stuffing old clothes
with straw or paper, either with a hand-drawn face or a mask, to represent Guy
Fawkes. The ‘guy’ was then wheeled about in a cart or wheelbarrow with the
object of collecting money from generous folk to buy fireworks, toffee and
parkin or gingerbread. On 5th November, the guy was ceremoniously
burned atop the bonfire.
Perhaps modern children, in these days of organized events,
do not know of bonfire toffee and sticky gingerbread, nor yet have held a
sparkler, but in this author’s youth, these things, along with sausages and
jacket (baked) potatoes eaten around the fire were all part of the fun. A Catherine
Wheel, a Roman Candle or two, a snow pyramid and perhaps a single rocket would
be the sum total of our fireworks, but they have stayed in the memory. I wonder
if today’s indulged youngsters will remember the noisy pyrotechnic displays and
mass-produced burgers with the same affection.
Gingerbread |
There was a great deal of civil and religious unrest during
the seventeenth century. James I brought back and enforced the Act of
Uniformity that required Roman Catholics to attend Protestant churches or be
fined. Catholics were not allowed to celebrate Mass; going to church on Sunday
was compulsory. During a conference at Hampton Court in 1604, an ‘authorized
version’ of the Bible was ordered to be drawn up by eminent scholars and
divines.
Under the leadership of Robert Catesby and Thomas Percy, a
small group of Catholics got together to plan an outrageous counter-attack. If
successful, it would blow up the King at the State Opening of Parliament on 5th
November 1605. The plotters rented a cellar which lay beneath the House of
Lords (it seems incredible now, doesn’t it?) and began storing firewood and
barrels of gunpowder there. Guido (Guy) Fawkes had served with the Spanish army
in the Netherlands and was both experienced and knowledgeable in the use of
explosives.
Plan of Old Palace of Westminster 1793-1823 |
The original conspirators were Guido Fawkes, Robert Catesby,
John Wright, Thomas Wintour (Winter?) and Thomas Percy. Later recruits were Robert
Keyes, Thomas Bates, Christopher Wright, John Grant, Robert Wintour (Winter?), Ambrose
Rokewood, Everard Digby and Francis Tresham.
The Discovery of The Gunpowder Plot and the Taking of Guy Fawkes, Henry Perronet Briggs, c1823 |
One of the conspirators (possibly Francis Tresham),
concerned that fellow Catholics present in the Lords would perish alongside
those who were guilty. He sent a letter to William Parker, 4th Baron
Monteagle: Retire yourself into the
country… they shall receive a terrible blow this Parliament, and yet they shall
not see who hurts them.’ The letter was passed to the authorities and thus,
late on the night of 4th November the cellars were searched. Guy
Fawkes was arrested while standing guard over his stash of gunpowder and then
tortured. He endured hours on the rack, refusing to incriminate his friends. Nevertheless
he and his accomplices eventually confessed. On 31st January 1606, having
been tried and convicted of treason, Robert Wintour, Thomas Bates, John Grant
and Everard Digby were dragged on litters to St. Paul’s Churchyard, where they
were hung, drawn and quartered. Since that date, a ritual search of the cellars
is conducted annually before the opening of Parliament.
Guy Fawkes, along with Thomas Wintour, Robert Keyes and
Ambrose Rookwood were executed in Old Palace Yard, Westminster, where Richard
I, Coeur de Lion (by Marochetti, 1860) sits his rearing horse and where Sir
Walter Raleigh also met, in elegant black velvet and with urbane courage, his
own end.
Thomas Wintour (Winter) |
Although Catesby and Percy escaped and thus avoided
execution, their bodies were exhumed, thence to be decapitated. Their heads were
then displayed on spikes before the Houses of Parliament. When Guy Fawkes was
captured, the other conspirators fled. Many either had family connections with
the present West Midlands or found succour among the Catholics residing in the
area.
Robert Wintour had been an obvious addition to the plot,
since he had inherited Huddington Court, near Worcester, a place known to have
hidden priests. Robert Catesby sent a letter via Thomas Bates to Father Henry Garnet
and other Jesuit priests hidden by the Throckmorton family at Coughton Court.
Stephen Littleton and Robert Wintour were captured at Hagley Hall, home of
Humphrey Littleton, the brother of M.P. John Littleton, after a cook became
suspicious at the quantity of food supposedly being eaten by his master.
Although Humphrey denied the allegations, another servant betrayed the hiding
place of the fugitives. Hindlip Hall near Worcester, home of Thomas Habingdon
(Addington?), was ransacked by the authorities for four days; two starving Jesuit
priests finally gave themselves up.
Hindlip Hall, destroyed by fire 1820 |
So, however you plan to celebrate Bonfire Night, stay safe and have fun – and spare a moment to remember those persecuted men
driven to such desperate measures and, ultimately, such gruesome, cruel deaths.
All images public
domain
© Heather King
My grandfather was Scottish, moved to Yorkshire as a child, and then emigrated to the US in his early teens. He brought with him, among many wonderful traditions and sayings, a love for parkin and treacle toffee. I made this year's parkin two days ago because it gets denser and stickier the longer you leave it; I hate to call it bread. But I do call it breakfast :)
ReplyDeleteParkin and gingerbread definitely are better for a little 'maturing', Renee. My grandfather would assert sternly that parkin and gingerbread were very different! Today, mention gingerbread and biscuit men spring to mind, but it was also a thick, moist cake - wonderful on its' own or with butter, cream or custard. Definitely not bread!
Delete