Sir Roger Tichborne revealed! : the discovery of Sir Roger Charles Doughty Tichborne alias Edward Caleb Souper, secretary to Lady Ogle of Withdeane Court near Brighton, Sussex, England, and his confederates [and] Lady Tichborne's correspondence with Mr. William Gibbes ... and Mr. Arthur Cubitt ... ... / by John Dettmer Dodds Jackson Jackson, John Dettmer Dodds

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Tichborne, Roger Charles, Sir, 1829-1854?; Doughty-Tichborne, Roger Charles, 1829-1854.
v ||M@M I ’ | 1 1 |p ; 11 II s i THE DISCOVERY OF i i ALIAS yi \ LADY TICHBORNE’S CORRESPONDENCE 1 Is , SYDNEY: H. Garforth, Printer, 79 Liverpool Street. j# 1885. ALL BOOKSELLERS. SSI •W* I I Ism iJGMEISMSMLLMfUi f-io SIR ROGER TICHBORNE REVEALED! SIR ROGER CHARLES DOUGHTY TICHBORNE, CALEB SOUPER, SECRETARY TO LADY OCLE, OF WITHDEANE COURT, NEAR BRIGHTON, SUSSEX, ENGLAND, AND HIS CONFEDERATES, JOHN DETTMER DODDS JACKSON. Mr. WILLIAM GIBBES, the Wagga Wagga Attorney, and Mr. ARTHUR CUBITT, of the Missing Friends’ Office, Sydney, New South Wales. SIR ROGER TICHBORNE REVEALED! THE DISCOVERY OF SIR ROGER CHARLES DOUGHTY TICHBORNE, ALIAS EDWARD CALEB SOUPER, SECRETARY TO LADY OGLE, OF WITHDEANE COURT, NEAR BRIGHTON, SUSSEX, ENGLAND, AND HIS CONFEDERATES, JOHN DETTMER DODDS JACKSON. LADY TICHBORNE’S CORRESPONDENCE WITH Mr. WILLIAM GIBBES, the Wagga Wagga Attorney, and Mr. ARTHUR CUBITT, of the Missing Friends’ Office, Sydney, New South Wales. SYDNEY: H. Garforth, Printer, 79 Liverpool Street. ALL BOOKSELLERS. JUST A FEW WORDS TO BEGIN WITH. Ip some of us did not come forward with our brief recollections of persons, past events, and communicate our knowledge of real circumstances, stances, what sort of protection would there be against the ferocity and rapaciousness of some of the designing villains in their deadly play on the sacredness of life and at the security of property. This is my notional way of looking at the superlative Tichborne fraud ; though I may not be admired by those who revel in, and profit by such showy crime, still I trust that the right-thinking portion of the public will weigh and regard that which, during the past ten years, I have endeavoured to the best of my means and ability to make known. The four letters —the letter from Lady Ogle, of Withdeane Court, near Brighton, Sussex, England, the two letters from Lady Ogle’s secretary, and the one from Lady Ogle’s family doctor—having been rejected by The Sydney Morning Herald , The Evening News , The Daily Telegraph , and The Bulletin, and it having been said by one editor that, “You are very enthusiastic,” and by another editor that, “You are very suspicious,” and I apprehending their meaning and knowing right well that not anything can be done unless a man is very enthusiastic and very suspicious, hence have been tantalized my frictional feelings on behalf of the public. As many persons have not read Lady Tichborne’s correspondence with Mr. William Gibbes, the Wagga Wagga attorney, and Mr. Arthur Oubitt of the Missing Friends’ Office, Sydney, I have added copies of the series of letters as chronologically arranged and read by Sir John Oolerigde at the trial of Tichborne v. Lushington. J. D. D. J. MY STRANGE STORY, BUT TRUE, IN the month of September of the year 1874 I was walking along Pitt-street, Sydney, when my attention was arrested by seeing the words, in large black letters on a long breadth of calico, “ Hobart Town Trumpeter—Prime Sample—Just Landed.” I went into the shop (Emerson’s, of King-street, branch shop next Victoria Theatre), and selecting a smoked trumpeter from the sample, told the fishmonger monger to cut off a slice of a couple of pounds. He weighed the quantity and wrapped it in a newspaper. When I got home, in unfolding the paper and turning out my tasty morsel on to a plate, I caught sight of the heading, “ The Tichborne Trial: One Hundred and Fifty-ninth Day and on removing the paper (I have preserved it), which I found to be the Grafton Observer , dated April 11, 1874, read the account therein given. On coming to that part which mentioned that the Tichborne claimant, on his arrival in London, went straight away down to Wapping and inquired after Mrs. Tredgett, brought vividly back to my memory the Mrs. Mary Ann Tredgett whom, in 1855 and 1856, I remembered keeping at different times three separate public-houses in Launceston, Tasmania. The first, an old weatherboard board house in William-street ; the second, Royal Oak, in Brisbanestreet; street; the third, Horse and Jockey, in York-street. This singular incident was such a surprise, and so awakened my recollections, that almost simultaneously flashed to my mind Mrs. Tredgett’s brother, Arthur Orton, and my old friend Mr. Souper; and then I recollected that Souper was known to me as being Sir Roger Tichborne, recalling certain events at which I myself had been present. All this set my mind curiously in motion; other persons and facts in relation to Souper presented themselves; I scarcely could get any sleep at night through thinking of them. Not being able to reconcile certain indisputable putable facts within my own knowledge, and thinking my information would be valuable and acceptable to some of Souper’s Tasmanian relations, on the day following I wrote in a friendly way to Oapt. Daniel Phillips—well known in Launceston—making inquiries about Souper. I waited one month without receiving any reply, and, not feeling satisfied, then wrote in a similar manner to Mrs. Phillips. Neither Phillips nor his wife replied to my letters until nearly three years afterwards. The more I thought about Mrs. Tredgett, Souper, Arthur Orton, and some others in connection with the affair, the more convinced I became that my knowledge of them should not be withheld from the public. Satisfied of this, I headed a letter “ Sir Roger Tichborne ” and took it to the editor of the Sydney Morning Herald. That gentleman H33SS~pz/QfLS' /?■ t nn , read my letter and very politely directed me to the presence of a person—l believe the sub-editor. This gentleman perused my letter and declined to publish it. Not understanding why my testimony of certain persons and events, which I knew to be of importance, was rejected, I went on the following morning to the Herald Office and handed my letter to the late Mr. John Fairfax, to whom I was not unknown. Mr. Fairfax read the letter, and said he did not see anything thing objectionable in it ; he read it again, and asked whether I thought any good would come from it if inserted. I answered that I thought there would. Mr. Fairfax called some one and said, “ Put that in.” The letter appeared in the Herald on the 25th September, 1874, and was the means of rendering me important service. (MY FIRST LETTER TO THE PRESS.) SIR ROGER TICHBORNE. To the Editor of the Herald. Sir, —As the whole world seems to be puzzled in discovering Sir Roger Tichborne, borne, and, whilst so many have contributed and interested themselves, both for and against the Claimant, I trust the following statement may not be unacceptable able to some of your numerous readers. In the year 1855, I was in business at Launceston, Tasmania. During my residence there, and about that time, at a friend’s house, a person was introduced to me as Sir Roger Tichborne. To the best of my recollection his age might have been twenty-six or seven. Height, about five feet six or seven inches ; rather slender ; eyes, hair, and moustache dark ; aquiline nose, pleasing visage ; spoke good English, but with French accent. He was usually attired in a black surtout coat, generally buttoned. Upon his visiting me one day, in the course of conversation he mentioned having been at Rio de Janeiro, and the Rio de la Plata ; he also spoke of Valparaiso paraiso and other places. I understood from him that he had been in a cavalry regiment, at home ; in speaking further of his travels, he stated that he had been very unfortunate, having been burnt out, and lost everything at Adelaide before coming to Launceston. I was very often in the company of this gentleman,—meeting him at the houses of my friends, and elsewhere. He was frequently at my house. Upon one occasion he remained all night, and on the following morning as he was preparing for an ablution, I observed, as he bared his arms, one tattooed with marks resembling letters. I did not at the time think so much of these circumstances as I do now ; for when I remember having seen this gentleman repeatedly at two different houses kept by a Mrs. Tredgett—where there lived a man who, at that time, wore a piece of lead in one ear, and whose name I knew to be Orton. I cannot help thinking it is very remarkable, and believe it would not be right of me to withhold hold this or any information I could give which might throw further light on this perplexing and extraordinary affair. The person to whom I have alluded was, and is (if living) well known to some others now residing at or near Launceston, as Mr. or M. Soupere. Whether the missing Roger Charles Tichborne of 1854, and M. Soupere of 1855, are identically connected is, to my mind, entangled with much mystery.— I am, &c., J. D. D. JACKSON. Stanley-street, November 19. In November of the same year I wrote, inclosing my letter cut from the Sydney Morning Herald , to the Colonial Secretary of Tasmania. In the month following I received that gentleman’s reply, informing me that Mr. Souper had left the colony and was said to be managing an estate for Lady Ogle, near Brighton, in Sussex, England. Digressing, I must here mention that in the year 1866, when Sir Roger Tichborne was first talked about in Sydney as having been discovered by Mr. Arthur Oubitt, of the Missing Friends’ Office, I neither felt nor took the slightest interest whatever in the matter, suffering as I did at the time, and for over three years afterwards, from rheumatism, my recollection of Souper and of Arthur Orton had not then occurred to me. Some time after a rumour began gradually to spread that the man known as Tom Castro, a butcher, of Wagga Wagga, who had laid claim to the Tichborne title and estates, was an impostor. Later on, I heard that the man who was forwarded to England by Lady Tichborne’s agent was not Sir Roger Tichborne, but had turned out to be Arthur Orton, a Wapping butcher. After that, some said they believed Castro was Tichborne, and others believed that the Wagga Wagga butcher (Castro) was Arthur Orton. Then I heard persons betting on the Tichborne claimant; some would have it that the claimant was “Sir Roger,” while others betted that the claimant was Arthur Orton. So in this mixed up way reports flew about ;in fact, Sir Roger Tichborne, Tom Castro, and Arthur Orton was quite a topic of conversation, eventuating at times in boisterous confusion. Hearing so much talk about Arthur Orton brought to my recollection the man whom I knew as Arthur Orton, the sailor, when living in Launceston, Tasmania. This made me feel curiously interested, and I mentioned the circumstance to some persons, when, on hearing that Mr. Arthur Oubitt was the active agent in the affair, I thought that my knowledge of the man I knew as Arthur Orton would be acceptable and of service to that gentleman. With that view I called at the Missing Friends’ Office in Bridge-street, and there saw and told Mr. Arthur Oubitt (Lady Tichborne’s agent) that, when living in Launceston, Tasmania, in the year 1855, I there knew a man by the name of Arthur Orton, a sailor. Mr. Oubitt replied by telling me that the gentleman he was acting for was not the man I knew, that he (the claimant) was quite a different man altogether from the one I referred to. Mr. Cubitt seemed to attach no importance whatever to my information; he said that the man I knew as Arthur Orton in Tasmania was probably the same man of that name who was well known to Oapt. Clinch, Capt. Crosby, Capt. Storey, and some others when at Hobart Town, Hot having seen Mr. Cubitt’s discovered Sir Roger Tichborne before his departure from Sydney, I naturally conjectured from Mr. Oubitt’s assurance that I had been mistaken in supposing that the man whom I knew might be identical with the Tichborne claimant. On leaving Mr. Cubitt’s office I dismissed the whole thing from my mind, and thought no more about it until the before-mentioned eventful circumstance happened, strengthening ening my convictions. To proceed, my letters and advertisements in the Sydney Morning Herald , letters in the Inquirer (Western Australia), advertisements in the Launceston Examiner (Tasmania), and in the Argus (Melbourne) attracted the particular attention of some persons in the colonies. Important was that of Mr. Henry Gale, of this city. He informed me that in the latter part of the year 1854, when lodging in Mrs. Smith’s boardinghouse house in Hunter-street, Sydney, he became acquainted with a Mr. Edward Caleb Souper, He assisted me with his knowledge of Souper’s career in Sydney, and made a statutory declaration, which I immediately ately forwarded to the Secretary of State for the Home Department. My inquiries led to Mr. Gale telling me of the Messrs, Sandon, who were fellow boarders in that house at the time; and on hearing that they were still living in Sydney, I called on them. I found that both Mr. Charles Sandon and his brother remembered Souper perfectly well, particularly Mr. Nathaniel Sandon. In a subsequent conversation they told me that when lodging in Mrs. Smith’s house on one occasion, there was a great commotion through Souper attempting to murder himself, but he was prevented from cutting his throat by the intervention of some of the lodgers. During his short adventure in Sydney he was employed in the Audit Office, from the 21st of August up to the 6th of October of the same year, as an assistant clerk, at ss. per day. In that office has been shown to me the book in which are contained pages of Souper’s writing. At Mrs. Smith’s house lodged Mr. Bousfield, who was the secretary to the first “ Sydney Exhibition,” which was held in the Museum ; and as the commissioners (Sir Alfred Stephen, W. Macarthur, Esq,, Mr. Charles Moore, Professor Smith, Mr. Kemp, and the Rev. W. B. Clarke) had further appointed him to take charge of the New South Wales exhibits, which had been shipped on board the steamship Argo, to be in time for the opening of the Paris Exhibition of 1855, he introduced Souper to the commissioners as a gentleman well qualified to succeed him in that position, for the Exhibition then had not closed. Mr. Nathaniel Sandon was employed as the under-secretary at the time. Souper was appointed and acted as secretary up to January 15, 1855. The late Mr. Kemp was treasurer; Mr. Charles Moore, the present Director of the Botanical Gardens, was oneof the executive commissioners at the time. Mr. Sandon informed me that Souper told him he (Souper) had held an official appointment in Perth, Western Australia, and, before coming to Sydney, had held an official appointment in Melbourne. He also informed me that when Souper was in Sydney he was on most intimate terms with him and had lent him some money. Further, he accompanied Souper to the vessel in which he (Souper) was a steerage passenger. On parting, for Hobart Town, Souper expressed his gratitude and promised to pay him as soon as he could. He received a letter from Souper after his arrival at Hobart Town stating that he was very much reduced in circumstances. It was in the year 1876, or about that time, that my inquiries led to the knowledge of, and subsequent acquaintance with, Mr, Nathanial Sandon; and he was not a little staggered when I told him that his old friend, Souper, was known to me in Launceston, Tasmania, as being Sir Roger Tichborne. Sandon replied by telling me that he had not heard anything of Souper since he (Souper) had written to him from Hobart Town; he did not know whether he had destroyed the letter, or what had become of it. Over and over again I, pointing out the importance of such a document, begged of him to search for the letter. Later on, Mr. Sandon, on my again reminding him, said he thought that it might be amongst some papers which were in a box that was stored in his brother’s warehouse. I then called on Mr. Charles Sandon, the stationer in George-street, and asked him to send the box to his brother. The box was at once forwarded, and, on its contents being turned over, Sandon found in an old pocket-book the very identical tical letter; and with this letter he also found Souper’s 1.0. U. for twelve pounds, and Souper’s promissory note for ten pounds. And so, through my pestering during the past nine years, I at length succeeded in unearthing the only letter that Sandon received from Souper until T compelled him to write from Lady Ogle’s house, Withdeane Court, where, by his own showing, he has sheltered himself for the past twenty years. Behold the literal copy of that long and most extraordinary letter, written thirty years ago in Yan Dieman’s Land ; [Stamped on envelope—General Post Office, Hobart Town, May 23 ,1855,] Hobart Town, V. D. Land, 22nd May, 1855, My dear Sandon, —After a pleasant run of three days I arrived here at the wharf, about three o’clock in the morning ; thus missing, as I did at Sydney, a view of the river ; which I understand was really a loss ; and I can well imagine it to be so, if the view along its shores are equal to those in the neighborhood of the Town. Although arriving at that early hour, and unable to land until 8 o’clock, the very liberal regulation of the Company, to whom the “ Tasmania ” belongs, do not admit of breakfast, or any other meal being prepared on board, after the anchor is dropped or the ship brought along side the wharf. If the arrival should take place at any reasonable hour, I do not imagine that any passenger, however poor, would prefer remaining on board ; but, I thought it extremely mean that not even a cup of Coffee could be had during the many hours we were obliged to await permission to land. Treading Terra Firma, however, once more, and hunting up an eating-house, where at a cost of Is. 6d., I got anything thing but a pleasant meal. I set out on my travels in search of cheap lodgings, up one street, down another, poking into Bye-ways, half up to Heaven in trying to find the address of a place at New Town, with running up the face of a “Mighty Hill” then down to the bottomless pit almost, amongst a row of cottages that appeared to have rolled down the opposite hill and by accident, not broken, had lighted on their right ends; in short I wandered the whole day, until the painful truth was forced upon me, that as far as lodgings were concerned, Hobart Town was every penny as dear, if not more so, than Sydney. I could find nothing under 30s. a week, and this I have been paying since my arrival, as long as my small means lasted (I am now on tick) but with the exception of the people and the extreme cleanliness of the place, there is every other objection— neighborhood & neighbors, grub, &c., &c. Anymore for the better would cost from £2 to £2 10s., clothing washing, provisions, rent, wages (excepting the Factory girls) lam informed are all fully as high as at Sydney. And in such instances stances where I have inquired for my own purposes, I have found it so. I am still paying ss. a dozen to the laundress. All this is very disheartening. On the day after my arrival, I called at Government House with my letters. The Private Secretary, who is a very gentlemanly man, received me as a brother chip—he assured me I could not have arrived at a more unfortunate time. Every Department of the Service had been or was being reduced, and that those who were affected by the retrenchment system would of course, in the event of any future emergency have prior claims to a stranger, still he would place my name on the list and submit my papers to the Governor. I told him I was ready and anxious to take anything so long as it was not too subordinate to admit of my i-ising higher, A few days after I received a letter from the Colonial Secretary (with whom I had also had an interview) informing me His Excellency would be glad to avail himself of my services whenever an opportunity offered ; which, as an old official, I knew how much to value. I have also sent in copies of my .papers to the Clerk of the Council whom I found in a conversation I had with him, was an old friend of my old friend, Governor Hutt, and a fellow collegian with him and his brother W. Hutt, M.P. I am much afraid, however, of danger in this quarter ; forgetting for a moment in the warmth of comfabbing with one so intimate mate with Mr. Hutt,
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