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Swansea Murders - Geoff Brookes
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Like so many other stories here, this started on a Saturday night in Swansea.
Why am I not surprised?
Morgan Mathews came from Cardiff and was described as County Fiddler – an unusual title, which may imply that he had some kind of obligation to entertain, an important factor in this story. He had been lodging with Roger Rosser in the town for a couple of weeks. Sadly, his musical gifts do not seem to have nurtured a serene personality; he was known to be quarrelsome and to complain all the time.
On 18 October 1730 he was out drinking in John Read’s public house with a crowd of men he didn’t know. But he was convivial enough. He called for ale. It was approaching midnight and everyone was both lubricated and excitable.
But when Roger Landeg asked Morgan to play the fiddle, he seems to have refused, saying that he was not working, and anyway, he hadn’t got his instrument with him. Landeg got stroppy and called him a fool and a villain, and probably worse. I mean, what was the point of a County Fiddler if he was not prepared to fiddle? His stepson-in-law, Nehemiah Rees from Llangyfelach, got involved too.
A fight was brewing and so the landlady threw them out. They went into the entry, where they fought in the dark. After a while they spilled on to the street. Here Rees started banging Mathews repeatedly on the head with the handle of his whip.
Roger Landeg was mightily impressed. ‘God-a-mercy Miah! Well done, Miah!’ he cried. He was clearly impatient for the invention of rugby.
Soon Roger joined in, though his pals were keen to say that they had tried to stop him from doing so. Apparently family honour was at stake. And so he left Morgan Mathews with painful reminders of their family bond and traditions.
For his part Mathews, always ready to live the drama, cried out, ‘I am murdered! I am murdered! Bring a light, for the Lord’s sake!’
The fight was broken up. They took him to the brewhouse to wipe him down. He certainly seemed to have lost a lot of blood – his clothes were soaked through.
When he staggered back to Rosser’s house the following morning he was covered in blood, with his handkerchief tied around his head, ‘still concerned in liquor’. He said that Landeg had killed him, which you might think was an exaggeration since he had just walked home. Morgan took to his bed, telling Rosser that he could have fought Rees on his own, no problem, but Landeg had tipped the balance and that wasn’t fair. He had been lying on top of Rees, which had exposed him to Landeg’s brutal attentions. He had had a bit of a ‘booting’. If he had been underneath Rees it would have been better. As it was, he was beaten all over. He complained particularly about being kicked in the heart. He had contusions to the back and the scrotum.
‘I am murdered! I am murdered!’
He went off on Monday to Mr Whitney the apothecary to have his wounds dressed. He was badly beaten, but his skull did not appear fractured. They met again on Tuesday in the market, when Mathews said he was improving, and he went to be treated again on Wednesday and Thursday.
He seemed to wander around for the rest of the week, complaining to whoever would listen. When asked by a neighbour, Jane Henry, if he forgave the perpetrators, he said he forgave their souls but wanted their bodies punished. He let everyone know that he would apply for a warrant for their arrest but that he would be ready to patch up any differences if they would give him a ‘handsome treat’ and say they were sorry.
Mr Whitney later observed that the wounds were healing nicely. But this was 1730, and of course they had no way of knowing what was happening within, unseen.
Morgan Mathews was right. He had been mortally wounded.
Suddenly on Saturday, a week after the assault, he contracted a violent fever. Mr Whitney was called, along with the surgeon Rowland Richard. They found him delirious, and he had lost the power of speech. He declined rapidly and died on Sunday at 2 p.m. Perhaps there was a haemorrhage of some kind; a clot; a fracture. But unless he had been beaten again on his way home that night, then it was clear who had done it.
A prosecution was brought by Anne, Morgan Mathews’ wife. Rees and Landeg were arrested, though the latter died in prison whilst awaiting trial. Rees pleaded not guilty of murder but was found guilty of manslaughter. The medical evidence suggested that the wounds had contributed to Mathews’ death, but they were not the direct cause. He had died of a fever of some kind. Perhaps it would have happened without him being involved in a fight. Rees, for his part, prayed benefit of clergy. This was sometimes used in manslaughter cases to mitigate a possible death sentence. Originally the condemned had to read from the Bible to indicate a level of scholarship, but since psalms could be memorised, that requirement had been dropped. The condemned would be burnt or branded on the thumb. It was an option you could only choose once. When you appeared in court, you would have to flash your thumb to show that you didn’t have any previous, as they say. A bit like having points on your licence, I suppose. And no matter how painful it would have been to have been clamped down and burnt with a red-hot iron, and then in Rees’ case to face six months’ hard labour, it was better than the alternative.
At this point, the curtains on the life of 1730 are drawn. The threads that remain loose cannot now be tied together. Questions will forever remain unanswered. But you will see as we progress through the rest of our history, that the themes outlined here – of drunkenness and random violence – keep repeating themselves with depressing regularity.
Once again, our story starts with drinking. Young men, drinking until the early hours of the morning? Even in June 1761, it rarely went well.
These were servants to military officers stationed in Swansea. Richard Matthews, Evan Austin and Edward Goodwin were drinking with James Bell, from County Down in Ireland, who was servant to Captain Gordon. Their new friend was George Thomas, a labourer from Llangyfelach. The barmaid, Diana Watts, heard them and was later able to report what had gone on. Just as well. You do wonder how much they could remember themselves.
The servants were showing off, their military connections giving them thrilling access to firearms. Between them they had a couple of hand guns, some powder and lead shot borrowed from their masters, and obviously masses of bravado with which to impress a labourer from Llangyfelach. After all, it was three o’clock in the morning, they had been together for a while and there was nothing they couldn’t do. Diana was quite clear that it was George’s idea. ‘Let’s go out on the Burrows and do some shooting,’ he said. He was keen to experience the servants’ considerable prowess. So off they went, just before 4 a.m.
They started off with a piece of driftwood, to which they fastened a piece of white paper to act as a simple target, but that seemed to be a bit tame and they got bored. So Evan and James followed a bird as it swooped along the beach with their guns primed, but it wouldn’t stay still long enough for them to get a decent shot.
Then James had an idea. ‘Let’s shoot at George’s hat.’
And George said, ‘That’s a good idea.’
What a stupid thing to say.
You wouldn’t do it, would you? This was Swansea, not Switzerland, and James was no William Tell. And you just know what happened next.
I mean, be fair, he got the hat. Shot it right off. But not quite precisely enough.
(Original illustration by Charlotte Wood)
James stood about 4 yards away. He held the gun in both hands, took careful aim and shot George in the head. It was a mortal wound, gouging out a fatal patch in George’s skull 4in square and 1in deep. George had the time to cry out, ‘My God!’ before he fell down dead. Bell dropped the gun, lifted him and cradled him whilst the others ran off for help.
As they returned, they saw James disappearing into the distance. He ran across the sands, jumped a hedge, into a garden, then a hayfield, and they lost him. The knowledge that he had hit the hat was perhaps scant consolation in such circumstances.
‘It was a mortal wound’
James Bell was soon apprehended, and in court pleaded not guilty to murder, which you can understand; though he would, of course, have been bang to rights on any charge of idiocy. The charge was that it was deliberate, and they searched for a motive, for some sort of grudge, festering somewhere. But there wasn’t one. It was rank stupidity. You could see it.
He had no goods nor land, nor anything to confiscate. All the authorities had was the gun, to the value of 20s. Except it wasn’t even his.
James Bell was found guilty of manslaughter, and like Nehemiah Rees before him, prayed benefit of clergy. He escaped the gallows, but he too was branded on the hand.
You see, stupidity is timeless. But perhaps it does serve a purpose – as nature’s way of selecting those who should contribute to the gene pool. George was simply not up to the mark. But then, was James?
Although the records of this case are not complete, the basic facts are very simple. Morgan Williams