Birth: 14 January 1823

Place or Registered Place of Birth: Wimborne, Dorset

Baptism: 19 January 1823

Place of Baptism: Wimborne, Dorset

Death: 16 December 1861

Place or Registered Place of Death: Fulwood Barracks, Preston, Lancashire

Place of Burial: Wimborne Cemetery, Dorset

Father: Rev. Sir James Hanham, 7th Bart. (1760-1849)

Mother: Elizabeth Dean Patey (1788-1877)

Spouse(s): Amy Ursula Copland

Date of Marriage: 11 August 1853

Place or Registered Place of Marriage: St. Mary's, Bryanstone Square, Middlesex

Children:

John Alexander Hanham (1854-1911)
Amy Hanham (1855-1945)
Phelips Brooke Hanham (1858-1917)
Eliza Frances Hanham (1859-1926)

Notes:

The Gentleman's Magazine - Volume 195 - 1853
November
Marriages
Aug. 11
At St. Mary's Bryanston sq.
Capt. Hanham, 9th Regt. son of the late Rev. Sir James Hanham, Bart, of Dean's court, Dorset, to Amy-Ursula, youngest dau. of the late Alexander Copland, esq.

Dorset Life - The Dorset Magazine
The ill-fated Captain John Hanham was the great-grandfather of Sir Michael Hanham, 12th baronet and the present occupant of Deans Court, Wimborne. He is buried in section 8 of the cemetery. Captain Hanham was killed by a single bullet at Fulwood Barracks at Preston in Lancashire in September 1861. According to a contemporary report, Capt. Hanham and the commanding officer of the Fulwood depot, Col. Hugh Crofton, were walking across the barracks square when a shot was fired, causing both to stagger and fall. A bullet from the rifle of the assassin had passed right through Col. Crofton’s lungs then through the chest of his companion and one of his lungs and lodged in his back; when it was extracted it was found to be quite flat. Col. Crofton died instantly and Capt. Hanham a few days later.

Private Patrick McCaffrey, aged 19, was arrested and it quickly came to light that his target had been Capt. Hanham, his motive being to avenge the ‘considerable punishment’ the officer had imposed on him. He was said to show no remorse, saying that he had only intended to kill Capt. Hanham but that the death of Col. Crofton did not matter. The Wimborne Company of Volunteers provided an escort as the funeral procession of Capt. Hanham, followed by a huge crowd, wound its way by torchlight to the cemetery, where the officer was buried with military honours. Private McCaffrey was convicted of murder and publicly hanged outside Kirkdale Jail, Liverpool, in January 1862.

The song in the folk repertoire, sometimes called McCafferty, or McCaffery, is about an ordinary soldier, of Irish birth, who shot a Colonel and a Captain, in the barracks at Preston, Lancashire, in 1861. He was tried for the crime and hanged at a jail in the Liverpool area, watched by a huge crowd of mainly Irish people.

This was a sensational crime at the time. Although the motives of McCaffery do not seem to have had anything to do with Irish Nationalism, the song written about the incident has entered the repertoire of Irish folk song as well as that of the ordinary British soldier. The tune is also well known as that of the song "the Croppy Boy" (Croppy= Catholic nationalist, perhaps from having short hair).

In fact his action seems to have been a reaction to bullying by Captain John Hanham, the Adjutant of the army base, wounded in the Sikh wars. He had a reputation as a Martinet (common euphemism for bully). Colonel Hugh Crofton, wounded in the Crimean war and commander of the barracks, a Training Depot, happened to be walking alongside and the bullet passed first through Crofton, then through Hanham.

This was a time when the British army recruited large numbers of people from such areas as Ireland and the Highlands of Scotland, the solution to two problems: one was syphoning away potential rebels from Ireland and Scotland; and the other garrisoning the still expanding British Empire. For McCaffery himself, the army was probably the only escape he had from unemployment or very poor pay in the factories. He joined the 32nd regiment of Foot (not 42nd as in the song) after living in England in the Manchester and Liverpool area.

While on sentry duty he was supposed to keep the soldiers' children away from the Officers' Mess, where they had recently broken the windows. Hanham had seen the children and ordered McCaffery to catch them and get the names of their parents. Because the children ran away he was able to get only one name. For this Hanham put him on a charge and Crofton sentenced him to two weeks CB - Confined to Barracks, extra inspections and drill, close haircut (but not loss of pay as the song claims). He felt this as an injustice and shot at Hanham as he was crossing the barracks square. The Captain seems to have been notorious in the town and the townspeople are said to have turned their backs on the funeral procession taking his body to the railway station for sending on to his home town, Wimborne in Dorset.

The Captain was John Hanham, a son of the Squire of Wimborne, Dorset and is buried in the town cemetery. The Hanhams still occupy Deans Court, the Big House in the town, with their extensive grounds inhabited by peacocks.

I am grateful to the Priest House Museum in Wimborne for drawing my attention to the grave of Captain Hanham in Wimborne Cemetery.

McCafferty
(Trad)
When I was eighteen years of age
Into the army I did engage
I left my home with a good intent
For to join the forty-second regiment

While I was posted on guard one day
Some soldiers' children came out to play
From the officers' quarters my captain came
And he ordered me for to take their names

I took one name instead of three
On neglect of duty they then charged me
I was confined to barracks with loss of pay
For doing my duty the opposite way

A loaded rifle I did prepare
For to shoot my captain in the barracks square
It was my captain I meant to kill
But I shot my colonel against my will

At Liverpool Assizes my trial I stood
And I held my courage as best I could
Then the old judge said, Now, McCafferty
Go prepare your soul for eternity

I had no father to take my part
No loving mother to break her heart
I had one friend and a girl was she
Who'd lay down her life for McCafferty

So come all you officers take advice from me
And go treat your men with some decency
For it's only lies and a tyranny
That have made a murderer of McCafferty

(as sung by The Dubliners)
Tune: The Croppy Boy

Patrick M'Caffrey - the name appears, not only in the ballads, but also in the contemporary press, in a variety of spellings - was born in Ireland, near Mullingar. His family later moved to Carlow, where his father was the governor of a lunatic asylum. His mother died, and his father left for America, where he seems to have disappeared without a trace, after a minor scandal. Young Patrick soon moved to Mossley, near Stalybridge, in Lancashire, to join the household of a Mrs Murphy, who had wet-nursed him as a baby. He worked for a time in cotton mills at Mossley and Stalybridge, and then, inflating his age by at least a year to reach the statutory eighteen, enlisted in October 1860 into the 32nd Regiment (not the 42nd). This was the Cornwall Light Infantry, which had ist depot at Fulwood Barracks, Preston.

On Friday 13 September 1861, M'Caffrey was acting as picket-sentry near the officers' quarters. The adjutant, Captain Hanham, came out to complain to M'Caffrey about the noise of some children playing, and asked him, first, to remove them, and second, to find out their parents' names. Hanham felt that M'Caffrey's complied with his orders in a half-hearted way, and sent him to the guardroom. [...] M'Caffrey appeared before his C.O., Colonel Crofton, the following morning, and was sentenced to fourteen days' C.B. [confined to barracks]. He seems to have gone quietly afterwards to his barrack room, taken his rifle, knelt outside, and coolly shot at Captain Hanham as he was crossing the barrack square with Colonel Crofton. Both officers were in fact hit, with the same shot, and mortally wounded. Making no resistance, M'Caffrey was handed over to the civil police for trial. Among his few remarks were: 'I didn't intend to murder, and I didn't intend it for the colonel, but for the captain.' An inquest jury returned a verdict of wilful murder against M'Caffrey, a lugubrious coincidence being that:

-- At the moment the foreman of the jury gave in the verdict to the coroner, the notes of the Dead March in Saul were heard in the court. The head of the cortege conveying the body of Colonel Crofton from the Fulwood Barracks to the railway station for conveyance to the family vault at Leamington had just then arrived opposite the House of Correction. [...] --

M'Caffrey's trial was set for the Liverpool Assizes, where he appeared in December. The result was a foregone conclusion, though the defence was particularly inept. [...] The sentence was carried out on Saturday, 11 January 1862, in front of Kirkdale Gaol, at Liverpool. This is part of the account of the scene from the 'Liverpool Mercury' (13 January):

"[...] Immediately after the clock had struck twelve, the wretched culprit, followed by Calcraft [the hangman], walked, apparently firmly, upon the scaffold, whithe he was accompanied by Father Lanns, reciting prayers suitable to the occasion. A smile seemed to play upon his youthful countenance as he took a farewell look at this world. He was dressed in the prison garb, consisting of a grey jacket and trowsers. His mild countenance and boyish appearance elicited the sympathy on the part of the immense crowd. As soon as Calcraft, who was dressed in a suit of good black, had produced the white cap, the priest took from his breast a small crucifix, which the wretched culprit kissed with much fervour. His lips were observed to move in prayer until the rope was adjusted round his neck. The priest then shook him by the hand, Calcraft also bade him farewell in a similar manner, and everything being arranged, the bolt was withdrawn, and the unfortunate young man was launched into eternity, having been kept standing at the trap a much longer time than usual. He seemed to suffer a good deal, his struggles being great. The last words he uttered were - 'Blessed Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I give you my heart and soul. Jesus and Mary, have mercy on me!' When the bolt was drawn, shrieks burst from many of the spectators, and several of the females left the ground weeping and wringing their hands, apparently suffering intense agony at the spectacle they had witnessed. Thus ended the mortal career of one of the youngest criminals that ever expiated his guilt upon the public scaffold. After hanging an hour on the scaffold the body was cut down, and in the course of the afternoon was interred within the precincts of the gaol. Calcraft completed his disgusting task amid yells, hisses, and fearful imprecations from the mob [...]. It is supposed that there were between 30,000 and 40,000 persons on the ground. It was remarked that there were only three or four soldiers present to witness the execution."

The sympathies of the crowd were clearly with M'Caffrey, and the presence of so few soldiers can also be taken to be a favourable manifestation. Soon after the crime, an attempt was made to engage popular feeling for the victims [via a song that styled them 'heroes']. However, it was the home-made production which found the popular ear, to such an extent that it continued to circulate for a century or more afterwards, for most of the time without the assistence of print.

[1983:] [At the Lancashire Regiments museum, Fulwood Barracks, Preston, there exist] copies of the newspaper accounts of the affair, in particular the "Extraordinary Edition of the 'Preston Mercury'" dated Monday September 16th 1861 (price 1/2 d). From a perusal of the various accounts the story began to emerge ...

Patrick McCaffery was born in Co. Kildare in October 1842. His father was an asylum governor who, upon being cleared of charges of misconduct, took off alone for America. Mrs. McCaffery was unable to support the boy, so she sent him to England to stay with a friend, Mrs. Murphy of Mossley near Manchester, where, at the age of 12, he started work in the mill. After a while he left the mill and drifted to Liverpool where he seems to have had occasional minor brushes with the police. During this time he befriended a police constable who was to reappear briefly later in his life. Eventually he returned to Mossley and was employed in a Stalybridge cotton mill as a piecer. It was this job that he left on October 10th 1860 to take the Queen's shilling and list in the 32nd (Cornwall) Regiment of Foot (Light Infantry). After enlistment he was sent to Fulwood to train with 11 Depot Battalion and then posted to 12 Coy, the 32nd Regiment.

As a soldier he was undersized (5' 4/¼''), reticent and withdrawn. He was frequently in trouble for his dress and behaviour, and appears to have failed to make any friends amongst his fellow men. Also, and more significantly, he fell foul of the depot Adjutant, Captain John Hanham. John Hanham had purchased, for £ 1.800, a captaincy in the 9th (East Norfolk) Regiment of Foot. After being wounded during the Sikh Wars he was posted as adjutant of the depot at Fulwood. There he appears to have been something of a disagreeable, domineering martinet, to the extent that even the Commanding Officer appears to have been under his influence. Colonel Hugh Crofton had commanded the 20th Regiment of Foot during the Crimean War and had led his men in the battles of the Alma, Sevastopol and Inkerman. In the last he was severely wounded and invalided out. He spent the next two years retired on half pay until he was offered command of the training Depot at Fulwood, which he eagerly accepted. Irascible but infirm, he seems to have been the weaker of the two and frequently deferred to the younger man's opinion; unfortunately he was to defer to it once too often.

There is evidence that Hanham tended to pick on McCaffery and to inflict excessive and humiliating penalties for relatively trivial offences. At all events McCaffery had spent some time confined to barracks and had had his head shaved for sundry alleged breaches of military discipline.

On Friday 13th September 1861 McCaffery was on guard outside the officers' quarters. In previous weeks children had broken windows of the officers' mess and the inhabitants had grown somewhat disgruntled at having repeatedly to pay for the repairs. So McCaffery's task was to keep people away from the area round the officers' quarters. During the afternoon children belonging to soldiers of the battalion came out to play nearby. Out from the mess stormed Captain Hanham: "Why have you allowed those children to play there?" "Got no orders against them being allowed to do so." "Then get their parents' names."

As McCaffery lumbered off to comply, the children (who, like all kids, knew trouble when they saw it) legged it and McCaffery was able to get only one name. (The balladeer suggests that this was a deliberate act of defiance [???], but this is not borne out by eye witness accounts, nor sworn testimony, nor more particularly by the turn of events.) Hanham promptly charged McCaffery with neglect of duty and he was marched off to spend the night in cells before being brought up before the Commanding Officer the following morning to answer the charge.

At 11 o'clock the following morning McCaffery was duly marched before Colonel Crofton who heard an account of what had happened from Hanham's lips. Persuaded by Hanham's argument and his overbearing presence, Crofton sentenced McCaffery to be confined to barracks for fourteen days. This was a harsh punishment, involving extra inspections, and four hours extra drill a day and another Buster Bloodvessel hairdo, but no loss of pay, contrary to most versions of the song. It was, nevertheless, a deeply resentful McCaffery who, smouldering with a deep sense of injustice, trudged off to the armoury to draw his musket to clean it for the first of those many inspections due to take place later that day.

So it was that at about twenty minutes to twelve McCaffery was returning to his barrack room carrying his musket when, through an open door, he saw the loathsome Hanham walking across the infantry square deep in conversation with Colonel Crofton.

There was his enemy, there his gun, and his opportunity. It is most unlikely that the premeditation was of any greater order than this, but although the ballad maker has taken minor liberties with the truth hitherto, when it comes to the nub of the matter he is smitten with a severe dose of understatement.

McCaffery loaded, aimed and fired, and, at a range of 65 yards, "the bullet struck Colonel Crofton in his right breast and, passing through that region, then went into Adjutant Hanham's left arm, entered his breast and lodged in his spine. Adjutant Hanham put his hand upon the wound and then coolly walked off to the officers' quarters. Colonel Crofton stepped back a few paces, threw up his arms and said "Oh my God, I am shot". He then walked up to his own quarters with the aid of a little assistance", at least according to one account in the Extraordinary edition of the 'Preston Mercury'. However another, more prosaic, eye witness account has a less stiff-upper lipped version.

"... a shot was fired and Colonel Crofton was observed to stagger and was caught in the arms of some persons who noticed it. Adjutant Hanham at the same time staggered and fell. Both were at once removed ..." After firing the shot McCaffery quietly handed his weapon to a comrade and was led, unresisting, away. He was to maintain till the end that he had not meant to hit the Colonel, only Hanham.

Nevertheless Colonel Crofton died at 11 p.m. the following evening and Captain Hanham died on the Monday at 11.30 a.m., just in time for the Extraordinary edition of the 'Preston Mercury' to record the fact.

Hanham's final departure was ignominious. The townsfolk of Preston turned out to watch as the coffin-clad corpse was taken to the railway station and, as it passed, the crowd turned their contemptuous backs on it. His troubles were not yet over; he was then put on the wrong train and eventually arrived late for his own funeral, and had to be buried by torchlight. As a final humiliation they could not round up enough local volunteers to fire over his grave the 60 shots to which his rank entitled him.

So, Hanham died unloved, while McCaffery became something of a cause célèbre. There were several reasons for this: first, that area of Lancashire had a large Irish population; second, the Army was in Lancashire to keep the peace and had frequently in the not too distant past used violence to break up mill workers' meetings (cf. Peterloo) and third, the recent botches in the Crimea and India had left the officer caste in very low public esteem. And now the soldiers who hitherto had had little to do with McCaffery, at once began to speak up for him, to the extent that the 'Preston Mercury', which had denounced the murders in outraged tones, was induced to concede "... We are assured on good authority that (and as impartial journalists we must state the truth, however painful it may be) both Colonel Crofton and Adjutant Hanham have been guilty of great tyranny in the government of the men, to such an extent indeed that the soldiers express sympathy with the murderer. Many instances in proof of this have been related to us."

On December 15th 1861 McCaffery stood trial at Liverpool Assizes. Charles Russell, later Lord Russell of Killowen, his defence counsel, handled the case incompetently, as he later admitted, (though not so incompetently as to prevent his eventually becoming Lord Chief Justice [maybe because?]) and failed to get the charge reduced to manslaughter. McCaffery was found guilty of murder and sentenced to hang. The execution was carried out publicly at Kirkdale, Liverpool before a crowd of 25.000 on 11th January 1862. He died friendless, except for the policeman he had befriended in Liverpool who visited him in his condemned cell. There were no other visitors and nowhere is there any mention of a girlfriend, but friendships with the police are not the stuff of which folk songs are made, so off with the helmet and boots and on with the frock, and lo!

1861 had been a bad year for officers. Apart from McCaffery's brace, a gunner had shot his adjutant in Malta, elsewhere two privates had shot their sergeants, and the 'Preston Mercury' prefaces its McCaffery story by pointing out the resemblance to "the occurrence in the South of England a few months ago when a private at one shot killed two of his superior officers". Yet it is only McCaffery who is remembered in song for his efforts, and it was McCaffery's case in particular that is considered to have played a small but significant part in bringing about the military reforms that were effected a few years later, one of which was the abolition, in 1871, of commission by purchase. (Davie Redman, Southern Rag 16, p. 21)

In 1861 Private Patrick McCaffery, aged 19, of the 32nd Regiment was serving at Fulwood Barracks with the 11th Depot Battalion, under the command of Colonel Hugh Crofton who had commanded the 20th Regiment of Foot during the Crimean War and had led his men in the battles of the Alma, Sevastopol and Inkerman.

The Adjutant, Captain John Hanham. was a captain in the 9th (East Norfolk) Regiment of Foot. After being wounded during the Sikh Wars he was posted as Adjutant of the Depot at Fulwood. There he appears to have been something of a disagreeable, domineering martinet, to the extent that even the Commanding Officer seemed to have been under his influence and McCaffery, an indifferent soldier and a loner, was usually in trouble.

On Friday 13th September the young soldier was on sentry duty outside the officers' quarters when the Adjutant ordered him to take the names of some children who were suspected of breaking windows. McCaffery obeyed, but with obvious reluctance and consequent lack of success. He was accordingly charged, and sentenced by Colonel Crofton the following day to be confined to barracks for 14 days. Later that morning McCaffery saw the two officers walking across the Infantry Square and, loading his rifle, he knelt on the footpath outside K Block (the East Wing, since demolished), aimed and fired. The first percussion cap did not explode, so he deliberately replaced it and fired again at a range of 65 yards, "the bullet struck Colonel Crofton in his right breast and, passing through that region, then went into Adjutant Hanham's left arm, entered his breast and lodged in his spine. Adjutant Hanham put his hand upon the wound and then coolly walked off to the officers' quarters. Colonel Crofton stepped back a few paces, threw up his arms and said "Oh my God, I am shot". He then walked up to his own quarters with the aid of a little assistance", at least according to one account in the Extraordinary edition of the 'Preston Mercury'. Colonel Crofton died at 11 p.m. the following evening and Captain Hanham died on the Monday at 11.30 a.m.

McCaffrey's trial was set for the Liverpool Assizes, where he appeared in December. The result was a foregone conclusion, though the defence was particularly inept. The sentence was carried out on Saturday, 11 January 1862, in front of Kirkdale Gaol, at Liverpool. This is part of the account of the scene from the 'Liverpool Mercury' (13 January):

"Immediately after the clock had struck twelve, the wretched culprit, followed by Calcraft [the hangman], walked, apparently firmly, upon the scaffold, whither he was accompanied by Father Lanns, reciting prayers suitable to the occasion. A smile seemed to play upon his youthful countenance as he took a farewell look at this world. He was dressed in the prison garb, consisting of a grey jacket and trowsers. His mild countenance and boyish appearance elicited the sympathy on the part of the immense crowd. As soon as Calcraft, who was dressed in a suit of good black, had produced the white cap, the priest took from his breast a small crucifix, which the wretched culprit kissed with much fervour. His lips were observed to move in prayer until the rope was adjusted round his neck. The priest then shook him by the hand, Calcraft also bade him farewell in a similar manner, and everything being arranged, the bolt was withdrawn, and the unfortunate young man was launched into eternity, having been kept standing at the trap a much longer time than usual. He seemed to suffer a good deal, his struggles being great. The last words he uttered were - 'Blessed Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I give you my heart and soul. Jesus and Mary, have mercy on me!' When the bolt was drawn, shrieks burst from many of the spectators, and several of the females left the ground weeping and wringing their hands, apparently suffering intense agony at the spectacle they had witnessed. Thus ended the mortal career of one of the youngest criminals that ever expiated his guilt upon the public scaffold. After hanging an hour on the scaffold the body was cut down, and in the course of the afternoon was interred within the precincts of the gaol. Calcraft completed his disgusting task amid yells, hisses, and fearful imprecations from the mob. It is supposed that there were between 30,000 and 40,000 persons on the ground. It was remarked that there were only three or four soldiers present to witness the execution."

The sympathies of the crowd were clearly with McCaffery, and the presence of so few soldiers can also be taken to be a favourable manifestation. Soon after the crime, an attempt was made to engage popular feeling for the victims [via a song that styled them 'heroes']. However, it was the home-made production which found the popular ear amongst the large Catholic Irish population of the North West, to such an extent that it continued to circulate for a century or more afterwards, for most of the time without the assistance of print.

Patrick McCaffery was born in Co. Kildare in October 1842. His father was an asylum governor who, upon being cleared of charges of misconduct, took off alone for America. Mrs. McCaffery was unable to support the boy, so she sent him to England to stay with a friend, Mrs. Murphy of Mossley near Manchester, where, at the age of 12, he started work in the mill. After a while he left the mill and drifted to Liverpool where he seems to have had occasional minor brushes with the police. During this time he befriended a police constable who was to reappear briefly later in his life. Eventually he returned to Mossley and was employed in a Stalybridge cotton mill as a piecer. It was this job that he left on October 10th 1860 to take the Queen's shilling and enlist in the 32nd (Cornwall) Regiment of Foot (Light Infantry). After enlistment he was sent to Fulwood to train with 11 Depot Battalion and then posted to 12 Coy, the 32nd Regiment.

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1841 Census:

Dean's Court, Wimborne Minster, Dorsetshire
James Hanham - 81 - 1760 - Dorset
Hanham ?? - 54 - 1787
John Hanham - 18 - 1823 - Dorset

1861 Census:

5, Stephenson Terrace, Preston, Lancashire
John Hanham - Head - Married - 38 - 1823 - Captain & Adjutant in the Army - Wimborne, Dorset
Amy U. Hanham - Wife - 31 - 1830 - London
John A. Hanham - Son - 6 - 1855 - Malvern, Worcestershire
Ann Hanham - Daughter - 5 - 1856 - Mullingan, Ireland
Philip B. Hanham - Son - 3 - 1858 - St. Helier, Jersey
Eliza J. Hanham - Daughter - 1 - 1860 - London

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The Rev. Sir James Hanham was born at Wimborne in Dorset 10 March 1760. James died there 2 April 1849.

The Rev. Sir James Hanham was twice married; firstly to Anne Pike (Pyke) (b. 1764 in Dorset, d. 15 July 1801) on 16 April 1793; secondly to Elizabeth Dean Patey (b. 1788 in Dorset, d. 5 June 1877, aged 89, at Sturminster in Dorset) on 14 December 1815.

Children from the first marriage to Anne Pyke were:

Edward Hanham (1796-1807)
Captain Sir William Hanham (1798-1877)
Jane Penelope Hanham (1800-1830)
Anne Pyke Hanham (1800-1818)
Rev. Phelips Hanham (1802-1852)
James Hanham ((-1798)

Children from the second marriage to Elizabeth Dean Patey were:

Elizabeth Marianne Hanham (1817-1825)
James Hanham (1820-1838)
Captain John Hanham (1823-1861)
Commander Thomas Barnabus Hanham (1825-1883)

Monthly Magazine and British Register, Volume 40 - 1815
Dorsetshire
Married
December
The Rev. Sir James Hanham, bart., of Dean's Court, to Miss Eliza Patey, of Winborne.

The Peerage and Baronetage of the British Empire
HANHAM, Sir William, of Dean's Court, Winborne, Dorset, Lieut. R.N., retired, eldest son of the late Rev. Sir James Hanham, Bart., by Anne, dau. of E. Pyke, Esq.; b. 1794, s. 1849, m. 1823 Harriet, dau. of G. Morgan, Esq., of Mount Clare, co. Surrey. (she d. 1838).

Brother and Sister.

Philip (Rev.), b. 1801, d. 1852.
Jane Penelope, d. 1830.

Half-brothers (issue of the late Bart., by his 2nd wife. Miss Elizabeth Patty).

John, Capt. in the Army, b.. 1823, m. 1853 Amy Ursula, dan. of the late Alexander Copland, Esq., and d. 1861, leaving issue,

John Alexander, b. 1851. Another son, and two daughters.

Thomas, Commander R.N. Retired, b. 1824, m. 1st 1847 Emily Annie, dau of Edward Castleman, Esq., of Winborne; secondly, 1854, Josephine Ida Dodson, dau of the late W. Scott, Esq. formerly of Paris and Versailles.

Debrett's Baronetage of England
HANHAM, of Winbourne, co. Dorset.
24 May 1667
Sir JAMES HANHAM, Baronet, in holy orders, rector of Winterborne Selston, co. Dorset, succeeded his father, the rev. sir James, 11 March 1806; married, 1st, 16 April 1793, Anne, da. of the late lieut. Edward Pike, R.N., by whom (who d. 15 July 1801) he had issue, 1. James, d. 4 Dec. 1798; 2. Jane-penelope, d. 24 Aug. 1830; 3. Edward, d. 19 Sept. 1807;—4. WILLIAM, m., 6 Nov. 1823, Harriett, da. of Morgan, esq., of Mount Clare, co. Surrey; 5. Anne-price, d. 23 March 1818; 6. Phelips, Sir James m., 2dly, 14 Dec. 1815, miss Eliza Pattey, of Winbourne, co. Dorset.

The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 100 - 1830
Deaths
London and its Vicinity
August 24. At Richmond-terrace, in her 35th year, Jane Penelope Hanham, eldest dau. of the Rev. Sir James Hanham, Bart, of Dean's Court, co. Dorset.

The Gentleman's Magazine - 1817
Births
Lately
At Dean's Court, Dorset, the lady of Rev. Sir James Hanham, bart, a dau.

Grey River Argus (New Zealand) - 13 January 1883
Cremations in England
Mr. W Robinson, of Manston House Dorset, writes as follows:- "On Sunday evening, October 8, the body of Mrs. Hanham, wife of Captain Hanham, was reduced to ashes by fire at this place. The following evening, October 9, the body of Lady Hanham, wife of the late Rev. Sir. James Hanham, of Dean's Court, of this county, and mother of Captain Hanham, was also decomposed by fire. Mrs Hanham died in July, 1876 ; Lady Hanham in June, 1877, in her 90th year. Mrs Hanham expressed to her husband and various friends her wish that her body should not be buried, but reduced to ashes in this manner, and Lady Hanham desired that hers should share the fate of Mrs Hanham. With the view of avoiding some of the preliminary difficulties, the bodies were not buried, but kept in a strongly-built mausoleum in the grounds. The cremations were carried out in a simple and inexpensive furnace, not only without any nuisance to the neighborhood, but without the slightest unpleasantness to those who stood within two feet of the white flames which promptly resolved the bodies to their harmless elements. The act was well and quickly done in each instance, nothing being left but perfectly calcined bones. The fragments of the larger ones looked like frosted silver and broke at a touch. The ashes of each body were collected with great care and placed in a large china bowl, in which they will remain until urns of an approved form are ready. Then they will be moved to the mausoleum amidst the trees on the lawn. Compared with the contents of such Roman and other cinerary urns as I have seen, the ashes are greater in amount and much more perfectly preserved. This was owing to complete and quick combustion, and to the body being kept from direct contact with the fire. Every part of the bony structure is represented in all the ashes, but without any definite form which would make them recognisable to any but experts. In size the remains vary from pieces 1½ inch long to ashes and fine dust. Each body was since decease (six and five years ago respectively) encased in a strong elm coffin and that in a lead one. The lead one was only adopted because the bodies were placed on a stand in the mausoleum, and to prevent the violation of sanitary laws. The coffins lead and all, were placed in the furnace on fire-brick and iron-plates, which allowed the flames to rise freely up, but prevented the ashes from falling into the furnace below. Thus two shells had to be consumed before the bodies, compelling the use of greater heat and longer time than usual, and so adding another obstacle. The lead soon fell through the furnace into ashpits, and the intense flames played around the strong elm shell until that fell at white heat over the body, of which, about one hour afterwards, only the purified ashes remained. Among the few who witnessed the process in each case was Dr. Comyns Leach, Medical Officer of Health for the Sturminster district.

Captain John Hanham