Elizabeth Churcher, age 11
St. Leonard Shoreditch
Elizabeth's sampler is very detailed, but has an overall light and delicate sense. The honeysuckle border retains vibrant colours and sets the tone for the interior bands. Note that the opposing corners match.
At the top, in it's entirety, is the poem The Rose, by William Cowper (1731-1800). It was written in June of 1783 and published in The Gentleman's Magazine in June 1785. A lovely floral band separates it from the next band. This second section, as well as the third, are bordered along the bottom by a band of tri-colored cheneille lawn. The middle and bottom sections are each mirror images from left to right, with a single motif in the center. Primarily full of floral motifs, there is a scattering of crowns and birds. trees, crowns and more. The black threads in Elizabeth's signature are not only sharp but have not begun to deteriorate; the dyes used to create black silk are particularly appetizing to moths and also prone to disintegration in damp conditions.
Size (W x H): 16 5/8 x 20 1/2 inches
Stitches: Cross, satin, outline
Media: Silk on linen
There are two viable alternatives:
(1) Elizabeth was the daughter of William Churcher and Jane Arlett of St. Leonard's Shoreditch, a London suburb, born 23 September 1797 and christened 4 March 1798. Siblings included Thomas James (1800), Henry (1804), Maria (1807) and Sarah (1810). She married Charles Goddard at St. Dunstan, Stepney, 5 May 1817. The couple had five children: Jane (1821), Charles (1824), Henry (1826), Alfred William (1830) and Walter (1843). Elizabeth died in 1886.
or (2) Elizabeth was christened in Hursley, Hampshire, the daughter of Charles Churcher and Mary Bailey. Siblings included Sally (1780), Molly (1782), Ann (1784) and Mary Ann (1789). This Elizabeth married William Keel in 1811 at the age of 15 and had four children: George (1814), Charles (1823), John (1826) and Charlotte (1831). She died in 1854 at the age of 58.
The rose had been wash'd and wash'd in a
shower. Which Mary to Anna convey'd.
The plentiful moisture incumber'd the flower
And weigh'd down its beautiful head. The
cup was all fill'd and the leaves were all
wet. And it seem'd to a faniciful view
To weep for the buds it left with
regret. On the flourishing bush where it grew.
I hastily seiz'd it unfit as it was. For a
nosegay so dripping and drown'd. And
swinging it rudely too rudely alas. I snapp'd
it. It fell to the ground. And such I
exclaim'd is the pitiless part. Some act by
the delicate mind. Regardless of wringing
and breaking a heart. Already to sorrow
this Sampler June
12th 1809 Aged 11
(This sampler was added to the site on February 15, 2013)