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 ​​Tiplady ephemera held by Blackburn Library  

The book above is an Almanac published by Charles Tiplady whilst at his premises in Church Street in Blackburn.
The following pages contain a number of items and newspaper articles which the library holds relating to the Tiplady family.
 In remembrance of
Charles Tiplady,
Who died on the 15th inst.  Aged 65 years;
And was this day interred at the
Blackburn Cemetery.
 2, St. Alban’s Place
Blackburn, October 18th, 1873.
 "He is able"
In Loving Memory of
Son of the late Charles and Mary Tiplady,
Who entered into rest January 15th, 1909,
And was interred at Blackburn Cemetery on the 19th.

Blackburn Weekly Telegraph, 26th July, 1902.
 The death is announced of Mr Richard Tiplady, a son of the late Mr Charles Tiplady, a former Blackburn alderman and well known as a bookseller and printer in the town.  The deceased gentleman, who was 60 years of age, was practically a stranger to Blackburn as far as residence is concerned, but there are many who will remember him as a youth.  The first sixteen years of his life were spent in the town, but at the the end of that period he embrked upon a career that has proved singularly sucessful.  On May 7th, 1858, he set sail from Southampton for Bahia, in Brazil, having as a companion Mr Hugh Wilson, who was the borough surveyor of Blackburn for the three preceding years.  The latter gentleman had received an appointment in connection with road-making, and Mr Tiplady went out as his assistant.  Shortly after their arrival the construction of a new railway from Bahia into the interior was commenced, Mr Tiplady being engaged as an engineer.  It speaks well for his ability that at the age of 21 he was earning a salary of £300 a year, and that he ultimately rose to be manager of the company.  In June of last year the railway passed into the hands of the Government, and Mr Tiplady severed his connection woth the concern, returning to England in October.  The Governor placed a State launch at his disposal, and his friends and employees on the occasions of his embarkation presented him with a gold casket containing an illuminated address.  The concluding paragraph reads: "While joining in these manifestations of esteem, we pray that he may be granted a prosperous voyage, and find in his native land the comfort and health he has so richly merited, and which were denied to him in his many years of faithful devotion".  The deceased gentleman was married twice, and leaves a widow, four sons, three of whom are in Brazil, and one daughter.  The funeral took place on Monday at Liverpool.
Blackburn Weekly Telegraph, 26th July 1902.

Newspaper articles about Charles Tiplady 


This week: Charles Tiplady
He was a fair poet, too
PROBABLY the cult of the diary is as old as history itself, for all through the ages men have felt an urge to record the pattern of their lives.
In this sense even the primitive hunter, scratching his vivid drawings of wild and domestic animals on the wall of his cave, was a diarist.  But not until the character of the individual creeps into his story does he part company with the historian proper, for the latter must be essentially impartial.
England in the 17th century was particularly rich in diarists, stylists such as Dugdale, Whitelock, Fox, Evelyn and Samuel Pepys and they succeeded in establishing a tradition sustained by later generations.
Of such were Creevey and Grenville, while nearer home, John Byron, the Manchester poet, kept a journal which sheds much light on the early days of “Cottonopolis”, as does that of John Wesley on the later aspects of Lancashire Nonconformity.
We had our own local diarist, although the name of Charles Tiplady may not be familiar to many for, like the prophet, he is without honour in his own country. 
It would almost seem as if Blackburn were ashamed of its colourful past and resented the efforts of its historians to pry into the obscurity lest, unaware, they turn up the remains of some particularly unsavoury skeleton.
For this reason, Tiplady’s diary was never made public (as undoubtedly it ought to have been), and now the manuscript has disappeared.
Fortunately, W. A. Abram, while editor of the “Blackburn Standard”, had it in his custody for some time and with his usual prescience, published a series of extracts.  Fragmentary as these are, they reveal him as a critical observer of the passing pageant of his times, as well as a reliable and painstaking analyst.
Charles Tiplady was born in Blackburn on June 23rd, 1808, although the family was of Yorkshire origin.  For the greater part of his life he was in business with his brother William as a printer and bookseller in premises adjoining the Golden Lion Inn, Salford.
Our illustration shows the sit as it was at the beginning of this century with the ivy clad mansion of Dr Pollard at Woolworth’s corner, and Tiplady’s shop three doors lower down.
In addition he was so preoccupied with the town’s affairs that it is almost impossible to follow his innumerable activities during the 33 years covered by his diary.
He was at various times, churchwarden and sidesman, Sunday School teacher and superintendent, both at Grimshaw Park and Thunder Alley; he was a Freemason and an Oddfellow; an Improvement Commissioner before the town’s incorporation and a town councillor for St. John’s Ward from 1860 to 1865 when he became an alderman.
As a Conservative he served his party in various capacities; he was a principal of the Philanthropic Burial Society, a director of Darwen Gas Company and a shareholder in several of the earliest railway companies.
Altogether a busy little man and one to be reckoned with when the affairs of the township were in question.  I cannot resist giving an extract from his journal made during the stormy election of 1841, when the Old Bull Hotel was raided by a body of disgruntled supporters of defeated Turnerites.
“It was my lot (he writes) to be stationed in the Bull Inn during the whole of the fray, in which I witnesses three of the most astonishing transitions of human passions that I recollect ever to have beheld, viz, despondency consequent on a false report that we had lost; excessive triumph on the announcement we had won by one vote; and dreadful terror when the mob attacked the inn.
“In the first instance, all was solemn silence and dejected countenance – you might have heard a pin fall; in the second men appeared positively intoxicated with joy – I never saw anything equal to it.
“It was in the height of this bewilderment that the sound of the first missile crashing through a window reached the ears of the assembly.  The transition, awfully sudden, was yet somewhat ridiculous, as showing the effect of fear on the strongest nerves, when suddenly and unexpectedly attacked.
“In an instant men of the most undoubted courage fled panic-stricken into holes and corners, over roofs and buildings, into cellars, attics, stables, etc.  I remained with a few friends until the riot was quelled”.
The plain unvarnished narrative style is typical of the man and is evident throughout the whole of his diary.  In another extract he makes an unfavourable comparison between the polluted state of the Blakewater in later years as compared with the clear pellucid stream of his childhood days.
“Then, how beautiful to stroll by its devious courses along the fields to Brookhouse, to the rookery at Little Harwood Hall and on the confines of Sour Milk Hall farm.
“Then, following its mazy current, we came to Whitebirk.  There we sat down on its banks, listening to the sweet carolling of the birds; ever and anon refreshing ourselves with copious draughts of the pure liquid, and pulling our homely crust of ‘pie and other prog’ from our pockets, feasted right merrily.  Ah, those were happy days.  But now, poor old brook, how art thou fallen”.
Although not mentioned in Hull’s “Poets and Poetry of Blackburn”, Charles Tiplady was a severe satirical poet of no mean order.
Abram, who knew him well, describes him as in person thin and somewhere below middle height.  “His face was pale, his head somewhat square-shaped and his air iron-grey.  His features were regular and expressed intelligence and dogged determination”.
Such is the picture of a useful, if somewhat erratic, public-spirited citizen who deserved well of his contemporaries and is worthy of remembrance even today, when so much appertaining to the past is being quietly shoved underground or blotted out from public records.
He died on October 15th, 1873.
Focus on Yesterday
Some bygone Blackburnians
LOCAL history is far more than a mere topographical survey or a dry compilation of statistics.  It is essentially a vital story of human achievement, a poignant record of the lives and fortunes of individual men and women, an epitome of the everlasting struggle between spiritual and material things.  It is a massive volume, embodying in its pages material for a hundred romances, in which tears and laughter are strangely mingled.
Blackburn has produced many gifted sons, poets and inventors, industrialists and statesmen, all versed in the lore of their native hearth and moulded by its traditions.
In this new series of articles I propose to take a cross-section – a sample cut, as it were – on order to show of what manner of stuff our fathers were made.  I begin the series with a character of many and varied attainment, Charles Tiplady.
The cult of the diary is probably as old as history, for in one sense primitive man, scrawling crude drawings on the wall of his cave, was a diarist, and in “Charlie” Tiplady Blackburn had a diarist very close to the tradition of such masters as Evelyn, Pepys, Grenville or Creevey.  But his name is not familiar as such.  For one reason, his diary was never printed, as undoubtedly I ought to have been, for now the manuscript is missing.  Fortunately, W. A. Abram, whilst editor of the Blackburn Standard, had it in his possession for some times, and with is customary prescience, published a series of extracts in that journal.  From these fragments we gather that he was a keen and critical observer of the passing scene, as well as a reliable annalist.
Born in 1808, for the greater part of his life our diarist was in business as a printer and bookseller in premises adjoining the Golden Lion, Church-street.  In addition he was at various times church-warden and Sunday school superintendent; an Improvement Commissioner before the town’s Incorporation; a town councillor from 1860 and a prominent shareholder in the first railway companies.  Altogether a busy little man, for he was also an inveterate rhymster and a severe satirist.  According to Abram “his face was pale, his head somewhat square-shaped, and his hair iron-grey.  His features were regular and expressed intelligence and dogged determination”.
As an example of his narrative style, take this extract from his diary concerning the pollution of the Blakewater:
Then, how beautiful to stroll, by its devious courses, along the fields to Brookhouse; to the rookery at Little Harwood Hall; and on to the confines of the Sour Milk Hall farm.  Then, following its mazy current, we came to Whitebirk.  There we sat down on its banks, listening to the sweet carolling of the birds; ever and anon refreshing ourselves with copious draughts of the pure liquid, and pulling our homely crust of “pie and other prog” from our pockets, feasted right merrily.  Ah, those were happy days.  But now, poor old brook, how art thou fallen.
Geo. C. Miller
Blackburn Times, 5th February 1954.

The Visit of Richard Tipl​ady 

Sao Paulo in Brazil is 6,000 miles away, no distance at all in today's electronic age.  Richard Tiplady, descendent of Blackburn diarist Charles Tiplady, was surfing the Net, when he came across Blackburn's Cotton Town web site.  Richard was intrigued to find a site devoted to the industrial history of his ancestral home.  Imagine his delight when he discovered that a part of it was devoted to his own ancestor Charles Tiplady.
Richard lost no time in contacting web site Manager Andy Kirman and a trans-Atlantic electronic correspondence ensued.  The upshot was that Richard was determined to come to Blackburn to meet the Cotton Town and Library staff and have a tour of the town that was home to his illustrious ancestor.
It was Charles Tiplady's son, Richard's great grandparent, also a Richard, who left Blackburn for Brazil in the 19th century to become an engineer on the railway.  The journey then would have been a matter of weeks, and Richard then could never have imagined that Richard now would be able to communicate across that vast distance in an instant, that messages and exchanges of information that then would have taken months, now could be accomplished in seconds.
Richard arrived in Blackburn on Tuesday 17th February 2004.  He was taken on a tour of the town, visiting sites associated with his great great Grandfather by Cotton Town manager Andy Kirman and Community History Manager Diana Rushton.  On Wednesday a reception was organised in the Library and Councillor Kate Hollern welcomed him officially on behalf of the town.

Tiplady Fruit Bowl 



 The fascinating story of Charles Tiplady has taken yet another turn with the donation of a decorative fruitbowl to the collection of Blackburn Museum.
Charles Tiplady was a Blackburn bookseller whose ‘lost’ diary was rediscovered in Nottingham and purchased for the Museum in 2000. Extracts from the diary were published on the Cottontown website in 2003, resulting in members of the Tiplady family getting in touch from all over the world. Richard Tiplady even travelled all the way from Brazil to visit Blackburn and see the diary in February of this year!
The beautiful silver fruitbowl is the latest instalment in the ongoing Tiplady saga. It was originally presented to Mrs.C.L.Tiplady by her pupils at St. Michael’s School in January 1876. She was Charles Tiplady’s daughter-in-law, married to his son Charles Lomax Tiplady. Tragically, Charles Lomax was killed in the infamous train crash at Blackburn in 1881.
Somehow, the bowl passed out of the family, finding its way down to the West Midlands. It was inherited by Mr.John Horne, of Telford, from an elderly aunt over 30 years ago. He admits that he never felt it truly belonged to him, because of the Tiplady inscription. Earlier this year he made contact with Diana Rushton, Blackburn Library’s Community History Manager, with a view to donating the bowl to the town.

 Mr.Horne and his wife made a flying visit to Blackburn on the 6th October 2004 and are seen here presenting the bowl to Paul Flintoff, Curator of Blackburn Museum. It will be preserved along with the diary, a fitting resting-place for another fascinating piece of our town’s history.
The bowl can be seen on display in Blackburn Museum’s ‘Skill & Labour’ Gallery.
By Nick Harling
Charles Tiplady would have been very familiar with this early view of Church Street, as his printing shop was located just to the right of the picture. The premises of Joseph Constantine (smallware dealer) and Peter Pickering (brushmaker) can be seen, along with the Blackburn office of the Preston Herald.
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