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A London Herbal

June 3, 2025
by the gentle author

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Today I publish these excerpts from Margaret Willes‘ book The Domestic Herbal, Plants for the Home in the Seventeenth Century published by the Bodleian Library
Mugwort
Artemisia vulgaris

London grew rapidly from the late fifteen-hundreds, becoming the largest city in western Europe by the end of the next century. The possession of a garden was a luxury for the few, so markets were a vital source of fruit and vegetables for the table, along with herbs for seasoning and remedies.

The number of doctors in London in relation to the population was tiny, no more than a hundred were licensed by the Royal College of Physicians in the seventeenth century. Their treatments were not only expensive but sometimes drastic, based on purgative drugs and bloodletting. One woman summed up this situation in trenchant terms, ‘Kitchen physic I believe is more proper than the Doctor’s filthy physic.’ Housewives usually had charge of the health of their families and needed to know what herbs they required for a range of ailments.

Two herbals in particular offered a comprehensive survey. John Gerard, a barber surgeon, compiled his Herball, or Generall Historie of Plantes that was publishedin 1597. This provided not only information about the medicinal properties of herbs, fruit, vegetables and flowers, but also descriptions of their cultivation, often based on his own experience in his garden in Holborn. His book is huge, with over eighteen hundred woodcuts and so expensive that copies were passed down through generations just like the family bible.

Five years later came The English Physitian, a herbal by the radical apothecary, Nicholas Culpeper, who had his garden in Spitalfields. The subtitle, An Astrologo-Physical Discourse of the Vulgar Herbs of this Nation indicates his interest in the influence of the planets on medicine. His book had no illustrations because he wanted it priced at a few pence so that it could be widely available.

The seventeenth century saw women beginning to write their own household manuals. One was Mary Doggett’s, compiled at the very end of the century and now held in the British Library. She was the first wife of Thomas, theatre manager of Drury Lane Theatre and fondly remembered today for the annual  Doggett Coat & Badge race for Thames watermen. Mary’s book includes a wide range of recipes for cooking, distilling and brewing, for medicines, and care of the house.

Unlike many women of her time, Mary Doggett could read and write. Margaret Pepys, mother of the diarist Samuel, was a laundry maid who may well not have had her letters. But her son refers to Margaret sending out her maid to buy herbs from the market in Cheapside to cure his mouth ulcer. No doubt she learnt this remedy from her mother. Pepys does not specify the herbs but an early eighteenth-century recipe for mouth ulcers recommends rue, red sage, brambles and the leaves of ivy and honeysuckle added to vinegar and honey.


Garden Rue
Ruta Hortensis

Perhaps the greatest challenge facing seventeenth-century London households was the threat of bubonic plague. Brought by black rats on ships, it affected ports and spread to country villages as fleas were transferred to their brown cousins. There had been many visitations but the most devastating reached London in December 1664, known as the Great Plague.

The herb believed to be most efficacious against the plague was rue, known as the herb of grace because a bunch was added to holy water for exorcisms. John Gerard recommended mashing the leaves with the kernel of walnuts and figs as an antidote. A recipe ‘most esteemed of in the last Great Visitation’ was included in a printed cookery book seven years after the Great Plague. It took rue and sage and mixed them in wine with spices and a pennyworth of Mithridate. This last ingredient is named after Mithridates, ruler of Pontus in the first century BC, who was obsessed with the fear of being poisoned and had a remedy made up from no less than fifty-five herbs and spices. Apothecaries sold Mithridate, sometimes under the name Venetian Treacle.

The other most-feared disease was smallpox. While the plague proved most deadly for poorer people, living in close quarters, smallpox was no respecter of status, swooping upon the highest in the land. Several members of the royal family died from the disease, including Queen Mary in 1694 aged only thirty-two. Recipes for treating smallpox are rare, but one seventeenth century remedy, Lady Allen’s Water, used a range of herbs and flowers from the garden. Among these were powerful medicinal plants, such as henbane with painkilling properties, which was added to liquorice and white wine, and distilled.


Liquorice
Glycyrrhiza glabra

Smallpox left physical scars, particularly cruel when one of the most important signs of beauty was to have a fair, smooth face. One recipe advised that as the scabs of smallpox began to dry out, they should be treated with salves. John Gerard considered oil of figs to be particularly good, while rosewater was often added to bacon fat and applied. Many recipes called for rosewater. Damask roses were recommended because their stronger scent made them ‘fitter for meate and medicine’ according to Gerard. To make rosewater required such a very large amount of petals that country gardens often had beds set aside especially for the cultivation of roses. When Elizabeth I ‘persuaded’ the Bishop of Ely to give up his palace and garden in Holborn to her dancing partner favourite, Sir Christopher Hatton, he demanded that he should receive twenty bushels of rose petals each year. These surely would have been destined for the episcopal stillroom to make up into a water. One recommendation to Londoners was that they should purchase rose petals when there was a glut. Mary Doggett may have done this, although her recipe book includes a note that she purchased rose water for the goodly sum of £2 from her apothecary.


Damask rose
Rosa damascena

Mary used the rosewater in several of her recipes for keeping the house fragrant. One unusual idea was for aromatic beads, taking scented gums and rose water, and mixing them with the buds of Damask roses. These were coloured with lamp black, the soot collected from oil lamps, rolled in the hand with jasmine oil, and given a gloss before they were made into bracelets.

Housewives made up ‘sweet bags’ with flowers and herbs dried, powdered and distilled. Added to this mixture were aromatic gums expensively acquired from apothecaries or grocers, so it had to be long lasting. Unlike our potpourris, which are displayed in open bowls, the mixture would be kept in bags tightly sealed to retain the scent. One herb often used was sweet marjoram, which also featured in nosegays, carried to mask the smells of unwashed crowds, and against the plague.

Keeping houses sweet and clean presented a challenge. Floors were strewn with rushes acquired from barges that brought them to Thameside wharves. Added to these were sweet smelling herbs, such as bay and rosemary, which could be purchased from street vendors, as illustrated in Cries of London. The custom of strewing gradually declined with the century and instead straw matting was laid on floors. Marcus Laroon’s Cries of London of 1687 includes a pedlar offering door mats and strips of matting for the bedroom.


Seller of straw mats by Marcellus Laroon

A century earlier, a Dutch visitor remarked on how much the English appreciate flowers for their homes. Lemnius Levinus in his diary noted ‘altho’ we do trimme up our parlours with green boughes, fresh herbes or vine leaves scented … yet no nation does it more decently, more trimmely, nor more sightly than they do in England’. At Christmas evergreen shrubs and branches were brought in to decorate the house, a tradition that endures.


Orpine
Hylotelephium telephium

There was also a floral tradition at the opposite part of the year, to celebrate the festival of St John the Baptist on 24th June. John Stow in his chronicles of London described how every door was garlanded with birch, fennel, orpine and lilies. Orpine, a sedum, has the alternative names of ‘livelong’ because of its lasting qualities, and ‘midsummer men’ because of its connections with the summer festival. Another herb connected with midsummer was mugwort, which Culpeper attributed to Venus, hastening delivery in childbirth. Along with St John’s Wort, the herb was burnt on St John’s Eve to purify communities, probably one of a series of examples of how a pagan practice was adopted by the Church.

 
St John’s Wort
Hypericum perforatum

Woodcuts from Gerard’s Herbal © Bodleian Library

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8 Responses leave one →
  1. ANDY STROWMAN permalink
    June 3, 2025

    Beautiful

  2. June 3, 2025

    Lovely. I’ve got several in my garden, missing the liquorice.

  3. Liz Gilbey permalink
    June 3, 2025

    Full of fascinating facts, thank you. Liquorice was the standby in Yorkshire, with Pontefract cakes still a popular confectionary, also known by the old name, Pomfret. These traditional goodies still carry the Pomfret seal on each one.
    There is a fascinating history, and even old songs and a poem by John Betjeman.
    These days sweet making in Pontefract, which has a wonderful tiled Art Nouveau decoration, is down to Harbour. The aroma drifts over the town, and experts can recognise which sweeties are being made at any given ‘boiling by the subtle but telling differences. Pontefract is worth a visit, has a fascinating history that goes from haunted Castle to Shakespeare, pressed glass production, the liquorice industry and the only surviving mile circuit racecourse.

  4. Eve permalink
    June 3, 2025

    Holborn c.1500 must have smelled sweeter at times when the wind caught these herbal aromas & spread them about – in contrast to the overpowering horse dung & rotting garbage .. delightful!

  5. June 3, 2025

    Margaret Willes’ books on London gardens are all superb!

  6. Marcia Howard permalink
    June 3, 2025

    I remember being able to buy a liqourice root from our little corner shop when growing up in the early 1950s. It was like chewing on a piece of wood, and think we paid 1 penny a stick. Loved liqourice sweets too later, especially the one in a sherbet dip, as they made our tongues go black!

  7. June 3, 2025

    Thank you for this. I am fascinated by the ways we used to take care of people in the days before paracetamol, hydrocortisone, and omeprazole; I’ve even done trials of some more obscure herbal remedies, although Venetian treacle, with all of its components, needs a degree from the Royal College of Physicians to compound! (And I believe that one of the ingredients is adder fat, and I draw the line at rendering adders.)

    Still, at the end of the day, I prefer -ols, -ones, and -ions at Boots to Friars’ Balsam or opeldeldoc!

    Liz, Pontefract sounds like a destination I need to plan to visit on my next trip north!

  8. June 3, 2025

    I am a sucker for words and specialized terminology. When I first came upon the term “stillroom book” I found myself going down a rabbit hole. ( Well, actually, “book” is enough to get me enthralled, every time.) So, beginning with the unknown-to-me-but-intriguing word “stillroom” I investigated and learned that books containing specialized salves, balms, curatives, and other bits of folk knowledge would remain WITH the house. A stillroom book. Each successive inhabitant (presumably, the current lady of the house ?) added to the collective log of wisdom. Now, mind you, I have not been able to find a visual of a stillroom book but in my mind I imagine what such a volume might look like. I see a worn-but-stalwart portfolio, consisting of book boards tied with linen strands. Someone has tooled the name of the house on the cover, but the letters are no longer crisp. Inside! — Sheaves of various papers, written by various “hands” are gathered. Some of the writing has faded. Some of the pages are too
    brittle to handle. The notations look like recipes or lists. Subsequent residents of the house have notated additions or comments on the old pages, adding to the collective knowledge.
    Long ago, cuttings from the gardens were tucked inside, and “ghosts” of their imprints remain on the pages; and the book itself has a peculiar fragrance, a combination of mustiness and sage.
    A volume, a relic, a personal history of a house, a stillroom book.

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