Raphael Samuel’s Farewell To Spitalfields

In 1988, the Bishopsgate Institute staged an exhibition entitled A Farewell to Spitalfields curated by John Shaw and Raphael Samuel, the distinguished historian of the East End. The purpose was to assess the history of Spitalfields in the light of the changes that were forthcoming, as a result of the closure of the Truman Brewery and the Fruit & Vegetable Market – and it is my pleasure to publish these excerpts from Raphael Samuel’s introductory essay accompanied by David Bateman’s photographs of the Spitalfields Market, commissioned as part of this exhibition.
A quarter of a century later, it is sobering to recognise the prescience of Raphael Samuel’s words. He was a historian with strong opinions who, on the basis of this article alone, demonstrated an ability to write about the future as clearly as he wrote the past. The Spitalfields portrayed in these pictures has gone and now – for better or worse – we live in the Spitalfields that Raphael Samuel, who died in 1996, wrote of yet did not live to see.
Spitalfields is the oldest industrial suburb in London. It was already densely peopled and “almost entirely built over,” in 1701 when Lambeth was still a marsh, Fulham a market garden and Tottenham Court Rd a green. It owes its origins to those refugee traditions which, in defiance of the Elizabethan building regulations, and to escape the restrictions of the City Guilds, settled in Bishopsgate Without and the Liberty of Norton Folgate.
Spitalfields is a junction between, on the one hand, a settled, indigenous population, and on the other, wave upon wave of newcomer. Even when it was known as ‘The Weavers’ Parish,’ it was still hospitable to many others – poor artisans, street sellers, labourers among them. In the late nineteenth century Spitalfields was one of the great receiving points for Jewish immigration and the northern end of the parish provided a smilar point of entry for country labourers. There was a whole colony of them at Great Eastern Buildings in the eighteen eighties, working as draymen at the brewery, and another at the Bishopsgate Goods Station. This ‘mixed’ character of the neighbourhood is very much in evidence today.
Spitalfields Market – threatened with imminent destruction by a coalition of property developers, City Fathers, and conservationists – is almost as old as Spitalfields. It was already in existence when the area was still an artillery range. In John Stow’s ‘Survey of London’ (1601) it appears a trading point “for fruit, fowl and root.” A market sign was incorporated in the coat of arms for the Liberty of Norton Folgate in Restoration times, and the market’s Royal Charter dates from 1682. The market, in short, preceded the arrival of the Hugeunots and has some claim to being Spitalfields’ original core. The market continued as a collection of ramshackle sheds and stalls until it was transformed, in the 1870s, by Robert Horner, who bought the lease of the land from the Goldsmid family in 1875. Horner was a crow scarer from Essex who, according to market myth, walked to London, became a porter in the market and eventually got a share in a firm. Ambitiously, he set about both securing monopoly rights for the existing traders, and replacing the impromptu buildings with a purpose built market hall – the “Horner” buildings which today is the oldest part of the market complex.
The older, eastern portion of the market is the direct product of Robert Horner’s vision of his own situation. It is built in the manner of the English Arts & Crafts movement. On its own terms, the old market is a pleasing piece and a worthy addition to the diversity of Spitalfields. Its rusticated archways on the Commercial St facade and the repeated peaks of the roof with their smallish sash windows lend a clearly Victorian flavour to Commercial St, which was largely a Victorian venture anyway. Inside the market it is a vintagely Victorian hall of glass and iron of unassuming beauty, even more so when at work, then its true worth as a genuinely functioning piece of Victorian space is revealed. Like St. Pancras in a different way, it has an element of the museum and an aesthetic that overlays the original construction upon utilitarian principles. Most of all the old market appears as a peculiarly English space. An effect that is heightened by the lavish use of ‘Wimbledon’ green. It is that deep traditional green that characterises English municipal space and that, in this case helps to marry the market to the discordant additions of the late 1920’s and to give distinction to the territorial boundaries of the market that have been historically more fluid.
The old market is a celebration of trade, a great piece of Victorian working space, not only of great historical value itself, but contributing to the visual manifestation of the historical development of the whole of Spitalfields. It is a worthy layer in an area that grew by a sort of architectural sedimentation. Hawksmoor’s Christ Church, the Huguenot fronts of Artillery Passage, the Georgian elegance of Elder St and the smaller houses of Wilkes St and Princelet St, the mid-Victorian utility of the Peabody Buildings, the rustic character of the old market, the twentieth century neo-classicism of the Fruit Exchange and several examples of a more unspeakable modernity are some among many accretions which contribute to make Spitalfields what it is. The most perfect example of a palimpsest in which diversity rather than Georgiana or Victoriana represent the true nature of the area.
The character of a district is determined not by its buildings, but by the ensemble of different uses to which they are put, and, above all, by the character of the users. It should be obvious to all but the self-deceived, that to stick an international banking centre in the heart of an old artisan and market quarter, a huge complex with some six thousand executives and subalterns, is, to put it gently, a rupture from tradition. The whole industrial economy of Spitalfields rests on cheap work rooms: rentals in the new office complex are some eight times greater than they are in the purlieus of Brick Lane, and with the dizzy rise in property values which will follow the new development, accommodation of all kinds, whether for working space or home, will be beyond local people. The market scheme will mean a social revolution, the inversion of what Spitalfields has stood for during four centuries of metropolitan development.
The fate of Spitalfields market illustrates in stark form some of the paradoxes of contemporary metropolitan development: on the one hand, the preservation of ‘historic’ houses; on the other, the wholesale destruction of London’s hereditary occupations and trades and the dispersal of its settled communities. The viewer is thus confronted with two versions of ‘enterprise’ culture: the one that of family business and small scale firms, the other that of international high finance with computer screens linking the City of London to the money markets of the world.
This set of photographs by David Bateman show something of the activity of the market today in what – if the Second Reading of the Market Bill continues its progress through Parliament – are likely to be its closing months.
Raphael Samuel 22nd July 1988
I was fascinated to read Raphael Samuel’s words, because through my own work I am aware of the resilient culture of artisans and small tradesmen that persists in Spitalfields, against all the odds, carrying the history of the neighbourhood just as much those historic houses.
Photographs copyright © David Bateman

Raphael Samuel
Portrait copyright © Lucinda Douglas-Menzies
Alison Light will be delivering the Raphael Samuel Memorial Lecture 2016, entitled Between Private and Public: Writing a Memoir about Raphael & Myself on Wednesday 7th December at 7pm at Arts 2. Lecture Theatre, Queen Mary University, Mile End Rd, E1 4NS CLICK HERE TO BOOK
Kevin Boys, Blacksmith
Kevin Boys, Blacksmith
At the eastern extent of Rotherhithe, there is a tumbledown shack open to the elements where blacksmith Kevin Boys works at his anvil each day from seven every morning. A century ago, this was a receiving station where smallpox victims were wheeled in from ambulances before embarking onto quarantine vessels, but today it is the only old building amongst a sea of recent construction and sits in the midst of an overgrown city farm.
Yet this rural anachronism reminds us of Rotherhithe’s agricultural past, while the ringing of Kevin’s hammer would once have been a familiar sound in the shipyards that superseded it which have, in turn, been supplanted in the last generation by new housing.
There was soft rain falling on the cold November morning I paid my visit to Kevin’s magnificent shed with a forge of hot coals at the centre, illuminating the interior with a golden flickering light and drawing my attention to the vast array of different varieties of rusty tongs and other iron-working tools acquired in the twenty-five years he has been working here. In his battered hat and old leather waistcoat, Kevin worked with relaxed concentration to shape a piece of hot iron with his hammer, sending a loud clanging resounding around the damp farmyard.
“Beware of sparks!” he warned me as I leaned over with my camera.
“I learnt blacksmithing off my grandfather Edwin Thurston, he worked as a blacksmith on the railways in Kent during the thirties and it was his brother Leopold who came up to London. When I was younger, I was interested in sculpture and printing, so when I left school in Bournemouth I did a foundation course followed by a degree in Fine Art & Sculpture at Canterbury. That was where I started blacksmithing and, from there, I came up to London to work with Jeff Love & John Gibbons at their studio in Woolwich, making sculptures in steel. But, after a year, I got the opportunity to do post-graduate study in Baltimore.
I returned to London 1984 and set up my first forge off the Old Kent Rd in 1985, where I started working as blacksmith, making things like candlesticks and furniture. I did commissions for Paul Smith and Joseph Ettedgui, and sold my work through the Fiell Gallery in the King’s Rd. Then I moved to Deptford to one of the railway arches next to station – my lighting and furniture business was kicking off and I did a lot for the South Bank Centre.
In 1991, I came to Rotherhithe. The whole area was desolate then but the farm had already been here a few years. Since then, I have been making gates, doing interior design, manufacturing furniture and sculpture – I did the angel at the Angel Tube Station. All this time, I have been working continuously, it has been non-stop.
It was my job to recreate the torture equipment from about 1580 for the Tower of London. I made the stretching rack, ‘the scavenger’s daughter’ and some manacles. It was an amazing job to get. Although I did a lot of research, the only image of a rack I found from this era was a decoration on the inside of an edition of Shakespeare but from this engraving we were able to reconstruct it. We got the oak rollers made down in Dorset and the rope was manufactured at Chatham Dockyard.
The Constable of the Tower asked me to make a speech, so I had to think on my feet and stand up in front of three hundred people at the unveiling. It turned out to be quite a macabre speech, not because of what I said but because, when we started ratcheting up the rack, it made a rather horrible clanking sound, which had an hypnotic impact upon the crowd.
I especially like the design side of things, but blacksmithing involves a huge range of activities from blade-smithing to historical restoration and recreation. Doing all these different jobs allows you to become very experienced.
The future of blacksmithing lies in sculptural design for interior and exterior projects, and in historical recreation. There are blacksmithing courses available and the level of skill is fantastic now. I have three apprentices today. The difficulty lies in making things that people want to buy. We do mostly commissions and we go into schools with a mobile forge doing demonstrations. All the kids do hot metal work and we often make something for the school, at St Luke’s in the East End we made a sculpture of Christian from Pilgrim’s Progess.”
Kevin Boys’ forge was originally constructed in 1884 as a receiving shelter for ambulances delivering smallpox patients to quarantine ships moored off Rotherhithe
Kevin Boys, Blacksmith
Kevin’s forge
Looking east from the Surrey Docks City Farm towards the Isle of Dogs and Canary Wharf
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Our friends at St Jude’s, dealers in contemporary British prints, are staging an exhibition of some favourite printmakers – including Mark Hearld, who illustrated the first Spitalfields Life book – opening this Wednesday 23rd November at Bankside Gallery next to Tate Modern
Swans on the Thames by Mark Hearld
Magic by Emily Sutton
Pigeon by Mark Hearld
Catching a Mouse by Emily Sutton
Goat’s Beard & Grasses by Angie Lewin
Chestnut Seller, Rome by Emily Sutton
The Death of Munro by Clive Hicks-Jenkins
The Yellow Cup by Angie Lewin
Theatre by Michael Kirkman
Blue Merle Lurcher Pup by Mick Manning
Waiting in the Afternoon by Michael Kirkman
Specialita Estere by Emily Sutton
Puncture by Michael Kirkman
Antica Salumeria, Rome by Emily Sutton
Christmas at Camelot by Clive Hicks-Jenkins
Artichokes & Cheese at Dieppe by Chloe Cheese
Honesty Blue by Angie Lewin
D is a Dog by Emily Sutton
St Jude’s in the City runs from 23rd November until 4th December at Bankside Gallery, 48 Hopton Street, SE1 9JH (next to Tate Modern)
A Big Send-Off For Colin O’Brien
Several hundred turned up for our Celebration of the Life & Work of Colin O’Brien at St James Clerkenwell on Thursday night but, for all of you who were unable to make it, Sebastian Sharples has made this short film to give a flavour of this memorable occasion
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Thanks are due (in alphabetical order) to Baddeley Brothers for printing the cards, David Gill for operating the audiovisuals, Friederike Huber for devising the photographic sequence, Lucy Kerr for organising the event, Leila McAlister for catering the reception, and musicians Dan Mayfield and the Symposia String Quartet.
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Two Pieces Of Good News

Alfred the Great repairing the walls of the City of London by Sir Frank Salisbury, 1912
Thanks to the large number of letters of objection – many written by readers of Spitalfields Life – the development scheme which threatened to obscure and inflict permanent damage on the murals at the Royal Exchange in the City of London has been withdrawn.
We understand the scale of objection was such that the City’s Planning Officer made a site visit to inspect the murals and recognised the concerns were legitimate. He informed the developer that he would recommend the scheme for refusal which – in turn – led to the developer withdrawing the scheme. Although they will likely come back with a revised scheme, the developer must now recognise that it needs to be one which treats London’s most important series of murals sympathetically.
For the meantime, this remarkable cycle of paintings including works by Stanhope Forbes, Lord Leighton and Lucy Kemp Welch is safe. As Arnold Bennett wrote when he saw them, ‘You have to pinch yourself in order to be sure that you have not fallen into a tranced vision.’
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Lucy Kemp Welch at The Royal Exchange

My Baddeley Brothers book won Best Trade Illustrated Book of 2016 at the British Book Design & Production Awards with the following citation –
“A fabulous clothbound celebration of the joys of printing with an array of luxurious features and tip-ins exhibiting typographic excellence, foiling, debossing and a fold-out map, amongst other eye-catching flourishes. Strong typesetting and a well-proportioned grid complement the varied imagery which ranges from photography through to sparse line drawings. A treat for fans of type, printing, illustration, or simply a good family history.”
Congratulations are due to David Pearson who designed the book, Lucinda Rogers who drew the illustrations of Baddeley Brothers’ print works and Adam Dant who created the fold-out map.
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Richard Jefferies In The City
Often when I set out for a walk from Spitalfields, my footsteps lead me to the crossroads outside the Bank of England , at the place where Richard Jefferies – a writer whose work has been an enduring inspiration – once stood. Like me, Jefferies also came to the city from the countryside and his response to London was one of awe and fascination.
Whenever I feel lost in the metropolis, Richard Jefferies’ writing is always a consolation, granting a liberating perspective upon the all-compassing turmoil of urban life and, in spite of the changes in the city, his observations resonate as powerfully today as they did when he wrote them. This excerpt from The Story of My Heart (1883), the autobiography of his inner life, describes the sight that met Richard Jefferies’ eyes when he stood upon that spot at the crossroads in the City of London.
“There is a place in front of the Royal Exchange where the wide pavement reaches out like a promontory. It is in the shape of a triangle with a rounded apex. A stream of traffic runs on either side, and other streets send their currents down into the open space before it. Like the spokes of a wheel converging streams of human life flow into this agitated pool. Horses and carriages, carts, vans, omnibuses, cabs, every kind of conveyance cross each other’s course in every possible direction.
Twisting in and out by the wheels and under the horses’ heads, working a devious way, men and women of all conditions wind a path over. They fill the interstices between the carriages and blacken the surface, till the vans almost float on human beings. Now the streams slacken, and now they rush again, but never cease, dark waves are always rolling down the incline opposite, waves swell out from the side rivers, all London converges into this focus. There is an indistinguishable noise, it is not clatter, hum, or roar, it is not resolvable, made up of a thousand thousand footsteps, from a thousand hoofs, a thousand wheels, of haste, and shuffle, and quick movements, and ponderous loads, no attention can resolve it into a fixed sound.
Blue carts and yellow omnibuses, varnished carriages and brown vans, green omnibuses and red cabs, pale loads of yellow straw, rusty-red iron clunking on pointless carts, high white wool-packs, grey horses, bay horses, black teams, sunlight sparkling on brass harness, gleaming from carriage panels, jingle, jingle, jingle! An intermixed and intertangled, ceaselessly changing jingle, too, of colour, flecks of colour champed, as it were, like bits in the horses’ teeth, frothed and strewn about, and a surface always of dark-dressed people winding like the curves on fast-flowing water. This is the vortex and whirlpool, the centre of human life today on the earth. Now the tide rises and now it sinks, but the flow of these rivers always continues. Here it seethes and whirls, not for an hour only, but for all present time, hour by hour, day by day, year by year.
All these men and women that pass through are driven on by the push of accumulated circumstances, they cannot stay, they must go, their necks are in the slave’s ring, they are beaten like seaweed against the solid walls of fact. In ancient times, Xerxes, the king of kings, looking down upon his myriads, wept to think that in a hundred years not one of them would be left. Where will be these millions of today in a hundred years? But, further than that, let us ask – Where then will be the sum and outcome of their labour? If they wither away like summer grass, will not at least a result be left which those of a hundred years hence may be the better for? No, not one jot! There will not be any sum or outcome or result of this ceaseless labour and movement, it vanishes in the moment that it is done, and in a hundred years nothing will be there, for nothing is there now. There will be no more sum or result than accumulates from the motion of a revolving cowl on a housetop.
I used to come and stand near the apex of the promontory of pavement which juts out towards the pool of life, I still go there to ponder. London convinced me of my own thought. That thought has always been with me, and always grows wider.”
Richard Jefferies (1848-1887)
Archive photographs courtesy Bishopsgate Institute
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The Magpie & Stump, 18 Old Bailey, St Sepulchre, EC4 (Originally The King of Denmark, dating from the fifteenth century, renamed in 1944 and open today)
The Manby Arms, 19 Water Lane, Stratford, E15 (Opened before 1874, closed 27th September 1940, reopened 10th May 1943, closed and sold in 2013)
The Marion Arms, 46 Lansdowne Rd, Dalston, E8 (Opened before 1859, closed in 1994 and now converted to residential)
The Marksman, 254 Hackney Rd, E2 (Opened before 1869 and open today)
The Marquis of Cornwallis, 337 Old Ford Rd, Bow, E3 (Opened before 1855 but now demolished)
The Marquis of Cornwallis, 115 Curtain Rd, Shoreditch, Ec2 (Opened before 1856 but now demolished)
The Marquis of Lansdowne, 32 Cremer St, Haggerston, E2 (Opened 1838, closed 2000, threatened with demolition but saved and to be restored next year by Geffrye Museum)
The Marquis of Lansdowne, 48 Stoke Newington Rd, N16 (Opened before 1851 and open today)
The Mercers Arms, 34 Belgrave St, Stepney, E1 (Opened before 1839, closed 2006 and now converted to residential use)
The Middleton Arms, 123 Queens Rd, Dalston, E8 (Opened before 1837, rebuilt in the twentieth century, but closed and demolished in 2002)
The Milton Arms, 28 Wrights Rd, Old Ford, Bow, E3 (Opened before 1869, closed in 2007 and demolished in 2008)
The Mitford Castle, 129 Cadogan Terrace, Victoria Park, Bow, E9 (Opened before 1864, renamed ‘Top O’The Morning’ in 1983, closed in 2013 and demolished in 2015)
The Moor’s Arms, 78 Bow Common Lane, Bromley by Bow, E3 (Opened before 1848 and destroyed by enemy action on 7th September 1940)
The Navarino, 45 Navarino Rd, Dalston, E8 (Opened before 1856, closed by 1983 and converted to residential use in 2007)
The Nelson’s Head, 32 Horatio St, Shoreditch, E2 (Opened before 1839, changed name to ‘Fanny Nelson’s’ this year and open today)
The Nevill Arms, 31 Nevill Rd, Stoke Newington, N16 (Opened before 1874, closed 1984 and now converted to residential)
The Newmarket, 26 Smithfield St, EC1 (Opened before 1856, destroyed by enemy action in September 1940 then rebuilt, closed in 2006 and now a restaurant)
The Norfolk Arms, 15 Ivimey St, Bethnal Green, E2 (Opened before 1822 and now demolished, the site is a park)
The Norfolk, 199 Shoreditch High St, E1 (Opened 1856, closed 1996 and demolished in 2004)
The North Star, 24 Browning Rd, Leytonstone, E11 (Opened in 1858 and open today)
The Northampton Arms, 205 Goswell Rd, Clerkenwell, EC1 (Opened before 1802, rebuilt 1891, closed 1961 and now demolished)
The Old Blue Anchor, 133 Whitechapel Rd, E1 (Opened before 1754, rebuilt in 1860, renamed ‘Indo’ in 2000 and open today)
The Old Ivy House, 166 Goswell Rd, EC1 (Opened before 1837 and open today)
The Old King John’s Head, 90 Mansfield St, Shoreditch, E2 (Opened before 1848, rebuilt in 1965, closed and demolished 2013)
The Old Red Lion, 418 John St, Clerkenwell, EC1 (Opened in 1415, rebuilt 1899 and open today)
The Old Ship, 38 Stepney High St, Mile End, E1 (Opened before 1839, closed 1944 and now demolished)
The Oporto Tavern, 43 West India Dock Rd, Poplar, (Opened 1851, changed name to ‘Westferry Arms’ in 2012 and closed in 2016)
The Palmerston Arms, 184 Well St, Hackney, E9 (Opened before 1872, closed 1950 and now a pizzeria)
The Peacock, 12 Whitecross St, Cripplegate, EC1 (Opened 1725 but destroyed by enemy action inDecember 1940)
The Percy Arms, 26 Great Percy St, Clerkenwell, EC1 (Opened before 1853 but now closed and converted to residential use)
The Perseverance, 35 Vicarage Lane, East Ham, E6 (Opened befire 1881, closed 2004 and now converted to residential use)
The Perseverance, 7 Wallis, Hackney Wick, E9 (Opened 1911, closed 1967 and now demolished)
The Phoenix, 24 Upper East Smithfield, Aldgate, E1 (Opened before 1826 but destroyed by enemy action on 15th September 1940)
The Prince Albert, 16 Alfred St, City Rd, N1 (Opened before 1850, renamed ‘The Charles Lamb’ in 2006 and open today)
The Prince Albert, 11 Coopers Row, Crutched Friars, City of London, EC (Opened before 1842 and destroyed by enemy action on 10th May 1941)
The Prince Albert, 221 Queesbridge Rd, Dalston, E8 (Opened before 1848, closed 1971 and now demolished)
The Prince Albert, 47 Hows St, Shoreditch, E2 (Opened before 1848 and now demolished)
The Prince Alfred, 46 Eleanor Rd, London Fields, N11 (Opened before 1863 abut destroyed by enemy action in September 1940)
The Prince Alfred, 7 Poplar High St, E14 (Opened 1861, closed 1972 and now demolished)
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