1629 - 1634
Landing at London in March 1629, Nathaniel Steele
considers himself the luckiest man alive in England. Six months ago, Nat was
ship’s factor in the Barbican, a bark running down to the Azores, when
Sallee pirates captured the vessel. But for a hefty ransom, the
twenty-three-year-old Londoner faced a life of slavery on the Barbary Coast.
Nat steps nimbly between the harlots in Cock Lane. His
animated eyes pick out child cutpurses and footpads laying siege to Smithfield
Market. A miasmic mist shrouds the grinding mills on the Fleet, a rank waterway
adrift with offal cast into it by Smithfield’s butchers. Daily, too, the
Stygian waters surrender three or four bodies disposed of like so many human
beasts.
Cock Lane, near Smithfield Market (19th century) |
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In Nat’s day, the district has gained new notoriety as
a haven for Puritan sympathizers. At Coleman Street just to the south, Puritans
congregate at the Star tavern and in the Church of St. Stephen, where
John Davenport, a charismatic young minister, walks a fine line between pulpit
and prison.
Nat’s family is waiting to greet him at their house in
St. John’s Lane. His father, Jeremiah Steele, fifty-two, is a cloth merchant and
haberdasher. His mother, Agnes Steele, forty-five, is the daughter of a London
apothecary. Nat is the middle of three sons. Richard, twenty-seven, works in
the family business and is recently married. Thomas is twenty-two, a graduate
of Cambridge University, who serves as a clerk in Clifford’s Inn.
Amid the joy at his homecoming, Nat discovers that the
blow dealt his family by the Sallee pirates is disastrous. Jeremiah Steele was
part owner of Barbican, the loss of the ship and payment of his son’s
ransom burdening him with debt. A calamity compounded by the rot in England
itself, where King Charles I believes he has a divine right to plunder every
subject’s purse.
Imagining Boston - 18
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