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Nathan Coward - A Dersingham Character
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The British Museum holds copies of a book entitled, ”Quaint Scraps or Sudden Cogitations”.  The book consists of, “Special
Valentines, Elegies, Songs, Dreams, Dirges, Epitaphs, Love Letters, Quaint Conceits, epigrams, charms for the ague, and many rare
strange, and unintelligible articles”.  It is written by “Nathan Coward of Dersingham, Glover, Breeches maker etc, etc, etc”and published
in 1800. There is an addendum to the book where “Nathan Coward also begs leave to observe he has just received a very capital
assortment of White Chapel Needles, Fandango pins, Laces, Mouse traps, Jews Harps etc. and informs the public he prepares
Epitaphs, Dirges Epigrams, Elegies and Love Letters.  He also gives the best price for old metal, old rags, rams horns, rabbit skins
and horse hair.”

Nathan was not born in Dersingham but for an account of his early life I will let him speak in his own inimitable style.  “Be it known that
I, Nathan Coward of Dersingham, haberdasher, glover, poet and greengrocer, came forth on Friday the 13th day of April 1735 at twenty
eight minutes past seven o'clock in the evening to the great comfort and satisfaction of my beloved parents and to the inexpressible
honour of the town of March in the Isle of Ely” His father William kept a small grocer's shop in March.  His parents were very happily
married but if anything did upset them, “a squeak of their lovely boy, like oil thrown on troubled waters introduced universal harmony”. 
At the age of five Nathan was placed with the Widow Hawkins where he stayed for four years after which he went to the Rev. William
Wendall for three years, ”astonishing my school fellows by the brilliancy of my genius and the acuteness of my wit.” He was bound
apprentice to his cousin Mr. Coward of King's Lynn.  He was just 20 when walking through Lynn one day he saw a lady in a small shop
making wash-leather gloves.  She enraptured him, ”My whole soul was wrapped in the celestial charm of the divine Miss Barbara
Green.” Miss Green was over 50 years old at the time but Nathan was captivated,” my eyes lost their lustre, the roses faded from my
cheeks” Poor Nathan lost weight and was devastated when in spite of all his entreaties she refused his offer of marriage.  “In despair I
left her and thinking it better to have any wife than have none I married the present Mrs. Coward.”  Soon after their marriage in 1773
they moved to Dersingham “remote from the vulgar throng”.

At this time the population of the village was less than 450. The church boasted a spire on top of the tower, which Nathan would have
seen demolished in 1798. In 1784 Thomas Kerrich became the vicar and remained so for 44 years.  He lived in Dersingham Hall and I
have no doubt that Nathan was well known to him for Nathan wrote sermons, and poems. He had many pamphlets published including
the colourful account of his life. “I am conscious that the exploits of my life will be found to be more interesting than the exploits of Tom
Hickathrift or Robinson Crusoe.”  For four pence you could buy a copy of the sermon he wrote on the threatened invasion of Napoleon.

Read! Mark! Learn! and Admire!
The Glorious truths that blaze through Nathan's lines.
”They're more than human, nay they're all divine”

Here is a recipe he recommends us to try.
A receipt for Consumption
A pound of lump sugar, a pound of dodmans out of the shells, a pound of honey, a quart of Mountain wine, and a quart of water, all
baked together in a pot in an oven as long as a penny loaf takes baking.  Then strained through a cheesecloth and put into glass
bottles and let the patient take a teacupful night and morning, the first and last thing they do.  This recovered my wife, who was given
over by the doctors.

On December 27th 1793 his daughter Hannah was married to John Wright a widower from Liverpool where they went to live.

In 1799 Nathan achieved national attention when “The Daily News” published one of his letters, which he had addressed to William Pitt
the Prime Minister.  Mr. Pitt was trying to raise money to continue the war against Napoleon.  Nathan suggested that all Dukes, Lords,
Earls, Baronets, Squires, Gentlemen and rich farmers who had unnecessary ornamental and useless plate should hand it over to be
made into money for the support of ”this just and necessary war.” He then made this offer. “I have but little plate yet I am, and so is my
wife, in God's name minded, willing and desirous, out of half-a-dozen teaspoons to deliver up half, which you know, mighty Sir, will be
exactly three”.   I do not know if Mr. Pitt took up this generous offer.

To Nathan's sorrow his wife died on December 15th 1805 and was buried in our churchyard. Nathan wrote the following epitaph for her.
My wife is dead- she was the best
And I her bosom friend.
Yes she is gone-her soul's at rest
And I am left to mend.

He continued to live in Dersingham for a while but at some time he left to join his daughter in Liverpool where he died in 1815.  He was
80 years old.

When Nathan was in the village the three windmills that were once here would have been a familiar sight to him. He would have known
John Stanton and William Smith the occupiers of two of them and may even have been here during the great storm of 1808 when one of
the mills was blown down.  Nathan would have known Pakenham Manor House that used to stand where the playground of the old
village school is now.  Perhaps the old Pell House behind the Institute was still standing when he arrived here. The village had a
Workhouse in Westhall Manor and he would have witnessed the custom each Sunday when 16 penny loaves, the Thomas Loaves, were
left on John Pell's tomb in the South aisle for the deserving poor.  He may have served Henry Hoste Henley the owner of Sandringham
Hall in his shop.  He was in the village in 1779 when The Little Common, Marsh Common and Badger Fen Common were subject to the
Acts of Enclosure, which resulted in a great increase in the number of sheep and a doubling of the production of corn.   During his time
here the Great Bustard could be found on the Heath. A flock of 11 were seen near Sandringham in 1803.  So it is not difficult to imagine
Nathan on a Sunday morning walking along past the Tithe Barn to the church to attend a service taken by Thomas Kerrich or strolling
down Chapel Road, passing many cottages still familiar to us today.  Through his writing Nathan comes alive for us; we are able to
glimpse a little of the man himself.  I will let him have the last word in this account because I feel that that would please him greatly. 

“Who knows but the time may come when posterity, enchanted with the effusions of my wisdom
shall pronounce the name of NATHAN COWARD with the most profound respect and veneration.”