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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.”