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WIFE FOR SALE!<br />

“Stand on that table and smile for the gentlemen!”<br />

IT WAS ONCE THOUGHT<br />

LEGAL by many country<br />

folk in rural Devon, that a<br />

man could sell his wife at<br />

public auction, providing<br />

certain procedures were<br />

adhered to.<br />

These included putting<br />

a straw halter round her<br />

neck and leading her -<br />

gently - to the auction,<br />

having first announced<br />

publicly that both<br />

parties were agreed to<br />

end the marriage in this<br />

way: and importantly<br />

that the wife would then<br />

be bound to transfer her<br />

affections to the highest<br />

bidder.<br />

Some wives went for a few pounds<br />

or even a few shillings: others for a<br />

pint of ale or a jug of gin or in one<br />

case, a few shillings and a dog.<br />

The bid accepted, it was necessary<br />

for the buyer to then lead his new<br />

“wife” home by that same bridle and<br />

not remove it until the couple had<br />

crossed the threshold of her new<br />

abode. This, they believed, made<br />

everything legal and aboveboard.<br />

This ‘quaint’ rural custom persisted<br />

in some parts of Devon especially<br />

mid and north Devon (less so in the<br />

south) until shortly before the Great<br />

War, the last wife sale in the county<br />

being recorded in the early <strong>19</strong>00s<br />

by the Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould,<br />

the vicar of St. Peter’s Church,<br />

Lewtrenchard, near Okehampton.<br />

He was an extraordinarily gifted<br />

man, happily married with a large<br />

family, an author, poet, gatherer of<br />

folk songs and composer and wrote<br />

Onward, Christian Soldiers. His was<br />

an ancient Devon family and his<br />

lifelong study of the county, its people<br />

and customs was extensive and<br />

he recorded and wrote about what<br />

he saw and heard<br />

throughout his long<br />

life (1834 ‒ <strong>19</strong>24).<br />

Rev. Sabine Baring-<br />

Gould<br />

On the subject of<br />

Wife Sales he wrote<br />

that “many such sales<br />

have taken place, and<br />

that this is so is due to<br />

rooted conviction in<br />

the rustic mind that<br />

such a transaction<br />

is legal and morally<br />

permissible”.<br />

Sold! for half a crown<br />

When he was a boy, he recalled,<br />

there was a man in his parish called<br />

Henry Frise who was ‘a village poet’.<br />

His verses, taken to the manor-house<br />

were rewarded with his dinner and<br />

a crown. He once used half of one<br />

of those payments to buy a wife at<br />

Okehampton market. Her name was<br />

Anne and having bid half a crown for<br />

her led her home still in her halter<br />

the twelve miles to his home, “she<br />

placidly, contentedly wearing the<br />

loop about her neck”.<br />

“I must say that Anne proved an<br />

excellent “wife.” She was thrifty,<br />

clean, and managed a roughtempered<br />

and rough-tongued man<br />

with great tact, and was generally<br />

respected. She died in or about<br />

1843”.<br />

Sold! for a jar of gin<br />

Baring-Gould also recalled a<br />

publican, “who lived some miles<br />

off” who bought his wife for a stone<br />

two-gallon jar of Plymouth gin. She<br />

had belonged to a stonecutter, who<br />

became dissatisfied with her and<br />

put up a written notice in several<br />

public places to this effect:<br />

NOTICE<br />

This here be to hinform the publick<br />

as how James Cole be dispozed<br />

to sell his wife by Auction. Her be<br />

a dacent, clanely woman, and be<br />

of age twenty-five ears. The sale<br />

be to take place in the New Inn,<br />

Thursday next at seven o’clock.<br />

He held the sale, making the woman<br />

stand on a table, and he armed<br />

himself with a little hammer. The<br />

biddings were to be in kind and not<br />

in money. One man offered a coat,<br />

but as he was a small man and the<br />

seller was stout, when he found<br />

that the coat would not fit him, he<br />

refused it.<br />

Another offered a “phisgie,” i.e. a<br />

pick, but this also was declined, as<br />

the husband possessed a “phisgie” of<br />

his own. Finally, the landlord offered<br />

a two-gallon jar of gin, and down fell<br />

the hammer with “Gone!”<br />

The wife who bought herself<br />

Henry Whitfield in his book<br />

Plymouth and Devonport in Times of<br />

War and Peace (<strong>19</strong>00) writes of how,<br />

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