He died over 150 years ago and his small headstone doesn’t look Victorian.
John’s middle name is perfect for mangling. Knowing there is a French connection in his past, I am going to settle for BOURRYEAU. It is a minority spelling in the sources but the half dozen or more variants found are unconvincing.
It is clearly a matter of pride that he was a Captain of the 17th Lancers. He must have been a boy soldier to have achieved this rank at the age of twenty-four. He was 37 and had left the army when he married. About four months after his wedding day he would have received news of the deaths of over a hundred of his former brothers-in-arms. The Russians cut the Light Brigade lancers down as they charged into the Valley of Death. Not the Scots Greys. And photographer Roger Fenton’s Death Valley is some distance from the site of the carnage.
John was born into a wealthy family, the money coming mainly from inheritance. Made initially by African slaves in West Indies plantations and banked by Zachariah Bourryeau, huge sums were bequeathed to his son John and three daughters. There was property too and John BROADLEY, who had married Elizabeth Bourryeau, found himself in possession of Blyborough Hall in Lincolnshire. I am not sure how the Broadley family came to buy hundreds of acres of East Yorkshire, but John the Lancer received a share. Rents and his army pension were enough to fund a three-storey dwelling in Trafalgar Square, Scarborough – plenty big enough for a man, his wife and three servants. I have not found evidence of the move to Filey after 1861 and there isn’t a last address in the EYFHS St Oswald’s Burials Survey. One of the slaver’s plantations, however, was on the island of St Kitts and there is a house with this name on Filey’s Foreshore Road (aka The Beach).
This may be where John Bourryeau Broadley spent his final years before congestion of the brain took him. (What we might call “cerebral haemorrhage” nowadays.) His effects at probate were valued at less than £1,500 (about £130,000 today).
John’s wife was a widow for 42 years. She died in London in 1909.
CAF: [5.22] I think, as more and more people realise that this has nothing to do with health and everything into creating literally a digital concentration camp. You know, that’s what we’re doing, we’re turning the whole world into a concentration camp through digital means. It’s sort of free-range slavery. So many people in America are always worried that they are going to round you up and put you in FEMA camps. Wait a minute (laughs)…
JEREMY: But is it actually possible to stop?
CAF: So, yeah, it’s absolutely possible to stop, and it’s absolutely possible to stop because if, you know, it’s back to the British poet, “ye are many, they are few”. Now, if you stop your non-compliance (sic) [compliance?] it’s going to get very violent, very forceful, many people are going to die. But a lot less people are going to die than if you don’t stop. So, I keep saying, and I’ll say it again, death is not the worst thing that can happen. Many, many people in the Western world have never experienced slavery. You don’t want to experience what’s coming.
JEREMY: What is coming?
So, this is an effort for complete central control – of your body, of your life, of your behaviour, of your mind. Everything. You know, my concern… if the vaccine passports are allowed to go into effect, you know, that means if you don’t do what you are told, they can cut off all your money, and cut off your ability to travel, or transact. And, you know, when I say, if you don’t do what you’re told, if they decide that you need to turn your children over to them, you know, there you go. You’re talking about putting into a system where if they decide they want to walk off with your kids, they can and will. You can’t let that happen. You can’t let a system go into a place where you have absolutely no rights and there’s no law that protects you. And so many people in the Western world have lived in a system where we have rights and we have law. They can’t conceive of what this could become. You’re talking about literally taking individuals and moving them out of the space of sovereign individuals under divine authority into a space of livestock that can be harvested in a variety of ways. And what we’re watching around the globe…we’re watching a genocide.
Born in 1810, Edward BLYTH used a small inheritance to open a pharmacy in London. A passionate interest in zoology led to him neglecting the business and it failed. Suffering ill-health, his future seemed uncertain but, partly on the strength of articles he had written for leading scientific journals and notes written for a re-issue of Gilbert White’s Natural History of Selborne (1837), he was recommended for the job of Curator of Zoology at the Museum of the Royal Asiatic Society of Bengal. He sailed for Calcutta in 1841. Though not universally respected at the museum he was considered by some to be “the greatest of Indian naturalists” (Allan Hume), and known for many years as the Father of Indian Ornithology. (Thirteen bird species carry his name. One, Blyth’s pipit, occasionally loses its way on migration from Mongolia or India and fetches up in the land of Edward’s birth. The count of confirmed sightings in the UK is in the twenties I think.)
Edward married the Widow Hodges (née SUTTON) in 1854 but she died three years later. His health broke down altogether and he returned to England in March 1863. Had he recovered his strength he might have returned to the sub-continent to supervise the transmission of the Asiatic Society’s collections to the Indian Government and become the first Superintendent of the Indian Museum (Christine Brandon-Jones). Instead, he suffered a total breakdown, spent some time in a private asylum, and took to drink (Wikipedia). He died in London of heart disease on 27 December 1873.
Edward’s representation on the FamilySearch Shared Tree is minimal, giving the lie to this post’s title.
There are sources on FamilySearch that can expand the pedigree a little and Geni offers more connections. I’m hesitating to add some of the information I have found because of doubts regarding Edward’s father. One online tree says Clare Blyth died in 1820. Another Clare died in 1837 aged 78 and the calculated birth year of 1759 fits a birth record but indicates a late age to marry in 1808 and have four children with Catharine SAUNDERS. (Catharine’s parents and sisters have representation on the Shared Tree.)
Another puzzle regarding Edward’s father is this notice in a newspaper.
It seems odd that a 31 year-old worsted weaver would feel threatened by the press-gang. Fourteen years later a Clare Blyth in London ended a partnership with Leeds woolstapler John BELL.
Note the Ironmonger Lane address. When an English census enumerator finally caught up with Edward in 1871, our naturalist was very precise when giving his birthplace.
Two years before his death, Edward was mentioned in a Pall Mall Gazette article titled Fragments of Science.
The custom by which literary men of the present day collect and publish in a convenient form the separate contributions which they may have offered to periodical literature during a certain period is one which has been acted on so extensively for the last few years that we are not surprised when Professor Tyndall contributes his own quota to the roll of self-connected articles. Such a plan is infinitely preferable to that adopted by many other scientific men as, for example, the late Dr. Hugh Falconer, whose memoirs throughout life were scattered through an enormous series of partially accessible publications, and were not collected in a systematic form until after his decease. Perhaps one of the most prolific and excellent among our living zoological writers, Mr. Edward Blyth, is the one whose contributions to scientific literature are the most scattered and the most inaccessible. If the best of of our scientific authors had adopted the plan on which so few have really acted, and had preserved copies or at least references to their contributions to scientific literature, great advantage would result…
Poor Edward, almost gone but not forgotten. One of the scientists who paid heed to some of the ideas expressed in his prolific output was Charles DARWIN. The more eminent Victorian hat-tipped Edward in print, invited him on several occasions to Down House and they exchanged many letters. In Darwin and the Mysterious Mr. X, Loren Eiseley suggests that Edward contributed more to the great man’s theory of evolution by natural selection than was publicly acknowledged. He ends his chapter Darwin, Blyth and Natural Selection thus:-
But let not the world forget that Edward Blyth, a man of poverty and bad fortune, shaped a key that dropped half-used from his hands when he set forth hastily on his own ill-fated voyage. That key, which was picked up and reforged by a far greater and more cunning hand, was no less than natural selection. At that moment, probably in 1937, the Origin was born. When Blyth died in 1873 there was found among his papers a fragment of a work which he was preparing “On the Origination of Species.” It was not, his literary executors opined, worth publishing. It was derivative. In truth it was the dry seed husk fallen from what had grown to be a great tree.
The End of Slavery
If only slavery had ceased. Candace Owens reminds us that large numbers of Afric’s children are being trafficked still – by people of colour.
Kath’s database in FamilySearch’s Genealogies has “Connections” in its title as a simple way of defusing objections such as, “What have all these Cumberland folk got to do with Filey?” For the most part they are Kath’s forebears. Fair enough?
Today’s list of “milestones” included the death of Samuel WILBERFORCE in 1873. Could this be the fellow who was bitten by Darwin’s bulldog, Thomas HUXLEY? It sure could.
Filey Genealogy & Connections has 29 members of the WILBERFORCE family. At school in Hull I was in Wilberforce House and although I didn’t bring glory to it with my lack of sporting or any other form of prowess, I was proud to be associated with William the Great Abolitionist in this random way. A Filey connection never occurred to me then or since.
“Soapy Sam” was William’s fifth child. This Vanity Fair illustration (public domain via Wikimedia Commons) shows him in his mid-sixties, about four years before his death in Abinger, Surrey (FG&C), “near Leatherhead” (Encyclopaedia Britannica). It is difficult to imagine him on a beach.
If you look at William’s pedigree on FamilySearch (ID LC7P-XGZ) you will catch the scent of the salt sea in the marriage place of Sam’s older brother Robert Isaac – Bridlington. Hover over his spouse’s truncated name “Agnes Everilda Frances W…” and a well known local name is revealed – she is a Hunmanby WRANGHAM. On FamilySearch the Wrangham line only stretches to Agnes’ father Francis and mother Agnes (no Maiden Name). Kath takes us further back. Mother Agnes is the daughter of a Colonel Ralph CREYKE and Jane LANGLEY. Father Francis is the son of George WRANGHAM and Anne FALLOWFIELD.
A sad note on FG & C for Frances Everilda Agnes (yes the first and third given names are transposed) states “her mother died after giving birth to her (apparently) and she died within a short time of giving birth to Edward.”