Showing posts with label Wotton Basset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wotton Basset. Show all posts

01/03/2012

Anecdote as originally given

It turns out that the anecdote is from a letter to Rippon at the Annual Register by J T (Joshua Thomas or most likely John Tommas)

The late venerable Mr Beddome, of Bourton on the Water, in Gloucestershire, in a conversation I had with him, some years ago, informed me, that journeying from Bourton to Devizes, in his way, he stopped at an inn at Wotton-Basset, a small borough town in Wiltshire, where he was quite a stranger, to take some refreshment. The person who kept the house, a widow woman, from his appearance, supposed him to be a clergyman of the Church of England, and was willing to do him a pleasure: therefore, after serving him herself with what he called for in a very obliging manner, said to him, "Sir, the inhabitants of this place are a very happy people," "I am glad," replied Mr Beddome, "you are so." " Yes," added the widow, "we do I assure you, Sir, think ourselves some of the most happy people in the world." "For what reason, Madam ?" said Mr B. "Why, Sir," answered his hostess, "we have but one Dissenter in the town, and he is a Roman Catholic; and you know, Sir, they are the best of them! The good man, not willing to confound her, pleasantly passed off the matter, without making himself known.
(Wootton Basset was on a coach route and boasted several inns in Beddome's day)

Another Anecdote

This anecdote appeared in the Evangelical Magazine in 1806 (also in the first issue of the Christian's Penny Magazine 1832).
The late venerable Mr Beddome, minister of the Baptist Church at Bourton on the Water, Gloucestershire, being on a journey, stopped at an inn at Wotton Basset, a small town in Wiltshire, where he was quite a stranger, to take refreshment. A widow woman who then kept the house, concluding from his appearance that he was a clergyman of the Establishment, anxious to please her guest, said, after serving him obligingly with every thing he called for, "Sir, the inhabitants of this place are a very happy people." "I am glad of that," said Mr B "but for what reason are they so happy?" added he. "Why, Sir," answered his hostess, "we have but one Dissenter in the town, and he is a Roman Catholic; and you know, Sir, they are the best of them!" The good man, not willing to confound her, pleasantly passed off the matter, without making himself known.