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by Christopher Anstey
An Introduction with notes on the text by Gavin
Turner, the Bath Press, Bath, 1994.
The New Bath Guide comprises the memoirs, in
a series of poetical epistles, of a party of visitors from the North
of the country to Bath in 1766. The letters contain a humorous account
of the customs of Bath and of the amusements and acivities of those
who resort there for the purposes of health, fashion or society.
The group of visitors consists of a young squire Simkin, and his
sister Prudence, who have both been ordered to Bath for the benefit
of their health; accompanying them are their cousin Jenny and maid
Tabitha Runt.
The characteristic feature of the fashionable life
in Bath... was that it was lived in public. Simkin observes that
Persons of Taste and true Spirit, / Are fond
of attracting the Eyes of Mankind. (X:3-4). It was a deliberate
policy, initiated by Beau Nash and promoted by an active building
development, to encourage visitors to go out and meet in public
places. The Parades, Pump Room, Assembly Rooms and many churches, all places
of meeting and assembly, were constructed during the eighteenth
century; in addition across the river Avon there was the Springs
Gardens where public breakfasts could be held. By stressing the
importance of meeting in public, Nash, the Master of Ceremonies
in Bath for more than fifty years, did much to regulate the behaviour
of visitors. A daily routine for them was thus established of which
Jenny gives a hint in Letter IX:
O the charming Parties made!
Some to walk to the South Parade,
Some to LINCOMBs shady Groves,
Or to SIMPSONs proud Alcoves;
Some for Chapel trip away,
Then take Places for the Play.
(IX:55-60).
The consultation with the doctors enables some satirical
verse to be composed at their expense and they are revealed to be
more interested in their fees and in discussing the state of the
nation than in the cure for Simkins wind:
This Stamp-Act, no doubt, might be good for
the Crown-
But I fear tis a Pill that will never
go down-
What can Portugal mean? - is She
going to stir up
Convulsions and Heats in the Bowels of Europe?
Twill be fatal if England relapses
again
From the ill Blood and Humours of Bourbon
and Spain.
(IV: 19-24).
This passage illustrates some particular features
of Simkins writings. Much of his verse is topical, as the
reference to the Stamp Act indicates; but the satire is mild....
His use of words is frequently idiosyncratic. Thus Pill,
Convulsions, Bowels, Relapses,
and Blood, whilst appropriate to the persons speaking
them (the doctors), are somewhat unusual in the particular context
chosen, a discussion of domestic and European politics.
Having satirized the doctors, the proceedings at
the baths are humorously considered. Simkin watches the mixed bathing
at the baths with a combination of incredulity and lechery:
Twas a glorious Sight to behold the Fair Sex
All wading with Gentlemen up to their Necks,
And view them so prettily tumble and sprawl
In a great smoaking Kettle as big as our Hall.
(VI: 46-49).
......recalling a diary entry of Samuel Pepys made
almost exactly one hundred years earlier questioning the hygiene
at the baths, methinks it cannot be clean to go so many bodies
together in to the same water.
So while little TABBY was washing her Rump,
The Ladies kept drinking it out of a Pump.
(VI: 113-114).
All the welcoming courtesies associated with Nashs
reign in Bath, and extended to visitors on their arrival in the
city, are observed by Simkin. These include the peal of Abbey bells
and the visit of the musicians to the lodgings, the announcements
of arrivals in the newspaper and the requests for subscriptions,
and all are designed to make the visitor feel important.... Payment
for these courtesies is of course required, a form of taxation levied
by the local residents:
Yet despite the absurdities and the trivial nature
of many of the activities, Nash did perhaps as much as any
other person even in the eighteenth century to civilise the neglected
manners of mankind....There is still much admiration for the
civilising influence of Nash...
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