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A People’s History Chapter Eight

A MISCELLANY OF HISTORY A TEXTUAL WEAVING OF A CABINET OF CURIOSITIES A TEXTUAL SAMPLER Chapter Eight The last chapter looked at the 1825 Riots and emigration with a particular focus upon Clay Sinclair of A People’s Republic of Stroud and coincidences worthy of Dickens and Hardy in the tales of his family’s emigration. But we return to Fisher and Stroud in the 1830s: Shades of Dickens and Hardy in these laconic jottings from Fisher:   1833-12-06 Joseph KING robbed by two highwaymen, APPERLEY and WILKINSON, in Rodborough-lane.   1834-04-04 APPERLEY and WILKINSON, at Gloucester, transported for life for robbing Joseph KING in Rodborough-lane.   1839-05-18 A man named DALBY committed for trial for cutting a girl’s throat on Rodborough Hill.   1839-08-28 A man sold his wife at the Crown and Anchor, Stroud. She was a Miss RICHARDSON before marriage.   And in the modern idiom, two songs about the 1839 meeting on Selsley Hill of 5,000 people who met in support of the Chartists and political rights for the working class: https://youtu.be/0_Z3xs1N0Og?si=OFKiX67mEAO7rcM https://youtu.be/-0QGKqaNW3A?si=SMBGBP_0JDJmXP   I’ll never forget last Tuesday, even if I live to seventy. We all woke up so excited, never eaten porridge so fast. We put on our best blouses, aprons and hats, The men shaved their chins, put on their caps, Moleskin trousers and fustian waistcoats, And out we strode into the lane. Such a sight you never did see! The men and women and children, All marching in an orderly line past our cottage; Then when we got to Stroud, we couldn’t...

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