Here's a page from the 'Matrimonial News' (1870) — packed with the Victorian equivalent of online dating profiles. It's fascinating to see how people from this period described themselves and articulated their desires.
Here's how the matchmaking process worked — a bit slower than swiping on tinder.
While some readers chose to initiate a correspondence with just one potential spouse at a time, others cast their net much wider!
Plenty of readers insisted upon exchanging 'cartes' — short for carte de visite portrait photos — before getting too involved. This 'good-looking' French essayist wanted profile pics from seven ladies!
I've posted quite a few matrimonial ads from a different Victorian paper. Here's a big collection of the best: twitter.com/DigiVictorian/…
Here's a few more pages from the same issue of the Matrimonial News — so many stories here!
Most of the adverts are direct and businesslike — gender, age, appearance, income, wants. But one or two of them tried to be a bit more romantic!
That was a reply to the mysterious Lena!
Two men on the same page both describe themselves as soldiers belonging to a 'crack regiment'!
I particularly enjoyed 'GREENSLEEVE' who described himself as 'generally festive' and made sure to add that he 'can ride'...
Alas, the anonymity of these adverts makes it almost impossible to trace the people behind them. But here’s an exception — Ally Sloper’s Half Holiday (a popular comic weekly) offered a cash prize to the first couple to marry after meeting via the paper’s new matrimonial column.
Here’s the record of their marriage!
And here they are in the 1891 census a few years later, joined by two young sons.
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If anybody out there still believes that the Victorians weren't interested in sex, allow me to present...
'PEEPING TOM' MAGAZINE!
(c. 1850)
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They opened the first issue with a portrait of Lady Godiva — whose story features the original Peeping Tom — and an address to their readers, outlining their intention to "peep into every hole and corner where a 'thing or two' of a spicy nature is to be learnt." /2
I love the opening editorials of a new paper, and this one is an absolute corker. They always proclaim such lofty and noble ambitions. Needless to say, all that peeping will undertaken strictly for the 'benefit of society'! /3
Blimey, here’s a useful source for historians and novelists working on the Victorian era. Typical incomes for various professions, “from the Queen down to Her Majesty’s meanest subjects.”
— Tit-Bits, 20 Oct 1883.
Let’s take a closer look. Here’s the alleged annual income of several government officials in 1883. Interesting that the PM didn’t receive more than his cabinet members!
It's hard to precisely compare the relative values of currencies over time, but it would appear that Boris Johnson's current salary of £155,000 is worth a *lot* less than Gladstone was earning in 1883.
For Christmas 1884, Tit-Bits magazine set readers a bumper series of 48 different competitions. This entry won the prize for ‘The Best Game for an Adult Christmas Party’!
I’m impressed — and slightly dizzy — after reading the winner of “The longest sensible sentence, every word of which begins with the same letter” competition.
Honestly, the Victorians were BUILT for stuff like this.
We reach competitions 25 and 26, and I think they *might* be starting to run out of ideas...
I'm currently researching the consumption of 'American Drinks' (i.e. cocktails) in Victorian Britain. They were widely available and fairly popular from the 1840s onwards... but not everybody was a fan! (1862)
The term 'American Drinks' didn't always refer to alcohol. It covered a range of other exotic new drinks from the USA, usually involving sugar or ice. Ice cream soda (optimistically described here as 'healthy') seems to have become popular following the Paris Exhibition of 1867!
More here on the introduction of American ice cream soda fountains to Victorian London — "the most delicious and refreshing beverage ever quaffed"! (1868)
"While the husbands of neglected wives disport in the city with the queens of the chorus, Tarquin's shadow soils the silver sands of Newport."
— National Police Gazette (1884)
Here's the accompanying article. Shadowy Tarquin stalking his negligee-clad prey in an Adamless Eden!
Or in plainer terms: while husbands have it off with chorus girls in town, their unattended wives are left lounging at the beach where they are open to the advances of other men!