Once past Marlow Jerome finds 'nestling by a sweet corner of the stream' the remains
of Medmenham Abbey. The Abbey was once home to an order of Cistercian monks - the
' white monks'.
The Cistercians broke away from the Benedictines founded by Saint Robert of Molesme
at Citeaux, and in 1098 persuaded the Abbott to let them leave and adhere to a stricter
observance of the Benedictine order.
They led a secluded, communal life with strict rules on silence and diet. However
they were an innovative and resourceful order, introducing many pioneering methods
in sheep farming, iron working, salt making, fishing and fresh water drainage systems
before being ejected by Henry VIII in 1538.
In 1745 the Member of Parliament for West Wycombe and Chancellor of the Exchequer,
Sir Francis Dashwod, founded the Franciscans of Medmenham, or the Knights of Saint
Francis of West Wickham in the restored building. The group were more famously known
as one of the The Hell-Fire Clubs: Sex, Rakes and Libertines in Eighteenth-century Europe
Walls that once heard only prayer now echoes to satanic rites, alcohol and sexual
excesses. The stories of Black Masses and orgies grew more widespread. The walls
were painted with lurid scenes of Bacchanalian depravity and above the doors was
engraved the motto: 'Fay ce que voudras' or, 'Do as you please'.
Although rumours of their activities outstripped the reality there was no doubt that
members of the Hell Fire Club took physical pleasures to the limit. But it is difficult
to know how far down the road of depravity the members trod. Their existence was
no secret, people all around knew of their activities and Charles Dickens Jnr says
in his Dictionary of the Thames that 'they lived at a time when drunkeness and profanity
were considered to be amongst the gentlemanly virtues and probably ... they were
not much worse than other people.'
Most probably because of the attention they received, the members of the Hell Fire
Club moved on to West Wycombe church and from the hollow golden ball atop the church
tower gazed down upon the daily comings and goings of the ordinary people whilst
they continued their pursuit of hedonistic pleasures.
Jerome leaves Medmenham Abbey and 'the irreverent jesters' and continues along the
river to 'sweet Hambledon Lock' where the famous lock-keeper Caleb Gould ate a plate
of onion porridge every night until his death in 1836. But before reaching his objective
Jerome pauses to consider 'Greenlands, the rather uninteresting looking river residence
of my newsagent - a quiet unassuming old gentleman who may often be met with about
the region, sculling himself along'.
Jerome is referring unkindly as it happens to none other than William Henry Smith,
founder of W H Smiths book and stationery chain. In 1846 his father W H Smith Snr
had made him a partner in the family news agency in London's Strand.
By then the railways were beginning to change the face of Britain and the younger
Smith had negotiated with the major rail companies for permission to erect bookstalls
at stations. He got rid of the cheap, salacious material for which railways had become
infamous, causing Punch to give him the nickname 'Old Morality.' This enhanced his
reputation and very soon he had exclusive rights on all major stations to sell the
magazines and journals that now proliferated with the repeal of Stamp Duty.
In 1868 he was eventually elected to Parliament as Member for Westminster and became
a loyal Tory backbencher and minister. In 1877 he joined the Cabinet as First Lord
of the Admiralty.
He was immortalised in Gilbert & Sullivan's HMS Pinafore
as Sir Joseph Porter, the admiral who had never been to sea
in a ship. 'A junior partnership was the only ship I had ever seen'. Gilbert and
Sullivan found him a wonderful subject to lampoon:
I always voted at my party's call
And never thought of myself at all
Thought so little, they rewarded me
So now I am the ruler of the Queen's navy.
Smith continued his career saddled with yet another nickname 'Pinafore Smith' but
remained a loyal servant until his death in 1891 at Walmer castle, his official residence
as Warden of the Cinque Ports.
Jerome was no greater an oarsman than Smith for shortly after drifting out of Buckinghamshire
to Oxford the three friends finally admit defeat in the face of rain, the boat and
inhospitable landing sites and catch the next train back to London.
The romance of the river is not for Jerome. It may seem the perfect bachelor holiday;
pubs, camp fires and history at every corner but the reality is totally different.
He could have reflected on the epitaph written for Caleb Gould, the Hambledon Lock-keeper
by the poet John Gray
'The world's a jest, and all things show it. I thought so once, but now I know it.'
© John Barber - originally published in Buckinghamshire Countryside March/April 1999
The photo of Jerome K Jerome (top right) is from the Mansell Collection printed in
Three Men in a Boat: To Say Nothing of the Dog an annotated edition by Christopher
Matthew and Benny Green. This is a reprint from the original 1889 illustrated version
with all b/w photographs and side notes on all historical references which might
be lost on the modern reader.