Dublin Folktales (2 page)

Typically, the affected child would grow up with some of the characteristics of a pig. She would eat from a trough (which would be made of silver, however, to show there was a difference between her and a real pig) and she would speak with a grunting sound. She would stand to inherit a large fortune, but her parents would be concerned for her
wellbeing, following their death. They would try to make arrangements to find a man willing to marry her and to care for her in their stead or they would use their fortune to endow a hospital on condition that the hospital take care of her for the remainder of her unmarried life.

In Dublin, this story settled on the unwilling person of the philanthropist Griselda Steevens who lived in the second half of the seventeenth century and the first half of the eighteenth century. Her twin brother Richard was a doctor who pre-deceased Griselda by some thirty years. The family was wealthy with an income assured from various non-medical interests. Richard’s will stipulated that on the death of his twin, the family income was to be used to provide a hospital for the poor of Dublin.

Although Dr Steevens’ will stated that work on the hospital would not begin until Griselda’s death, she ordered that work commence before her death in 1720, keeping back only sufficient funds for her own keeping. Her sole condition was that she would be granted apartments in the hospital in which to live out her days.

Despite being a philanthropist and almsgiver to the poor and needy, Griselda became the focus of the pig-woman story. A gargoyle above the entrance of the hospital was offered as material proof of the story. It peered down, it was solemnly stated, not to protect the hospital from malevolent fortune, but to remind all that refusing alms to a street person was not wise if you wanted your own family to remain healthy.

Griselda’s mother was said to have answered the door to a beggar
woman while pregnant with the twins. According to Dublin lore, which closely matched the European stories, the pregnant mother told the beggar woman who was seeking help for her children to go away from her door. More specifically, she was reported to have said the woman should take away her litter of pigs from her door. This shocking demand was rewarded with a curse, placed on her by the poor woman, that the child in her womb would be born a pig. The result was that Griselda was born with the face and head of a pig, as a punishment to her mother. Somehow or another, the second child in her womb escaped this curse.

In fact, Griselda did indeed have a medical condition which manifested itself as she grew older. She was said to have had suffered from a disorder of the eyes, that caused her to wear a veil while in daylight to protect her eyes from strong light. She wore the veil even when passing through the gardens of the hospital she had funded. Her sartorial style reinforced the belief that she was so ugly she could not bear that anyone might gaze upon her.

The unfortunate Griselda, aware of such reports, began sitting on an open balcony to allow passers-by to see her perfectly normal face, albeit with a distressing condition of the eyes to contend with. Failing to counter the persistent story, Griselda commissioned a portrait of herself in her finery and had it hung in the main hall of the hospital to show she was a perfectly normal being, complete in all relevant parts. Even so, most people preferred a portrait hanging in a neighbouring pub which showed Griselda with a pig’s head. That there were similar portraits of pig-women hanging in other European cities made no difference to the Dublin story. Griselda passed away on 18 March 1746, at the fine age of ninety-three but the story of her supposed affliction remains on the streets of Dublin to this day.

In 1865, more than a hundred years later, the story was strong enough for Sheridan Le Fanu to use it in his novel
Uncle Silas
, the story of Maud Ruthyn, a wealthy heiress who
lives in a secluded house. Numerous men desire to marry her to secure her money. Nothing unusual in that for a novel device, but the book includes a Bretagne ballad, believed to be the work of Le Fanu himself, about a pig-faced woman, told to Maud by her governess Madame de la Rougierre.

Le Fanu spent the first eleven years of his life, from about 1815, living in the Hibernian Military School in the nearby Phoenix Park where his father was a minister of religion. The family and their son would certainly have known of the story of Griselda Steevens. Le Fanu published the
Evening Mail
, much read by the moneyed classes of Dublin. He was one of the earliest writers of Irish Gothic horror stories and recognised an intriguing story when he heard one.

Le Fanu was not alone in perpetuating the legend of the pig-faced woman of Dublin. Medical students at Dr Steevens’ Hospital in the early nineteenth century were shown a silver feeding trough, alleged to have belonged to Griselda Steevens. Even if they were displayed as students’ high jinks and pranks, it shows that belief in the story persisted in the institution formed by a philanthropist who went to a great deal of effort to prove the story of her appearance to be a false one.

Debunkers of the folk tale say there is no contemporary evidence to suggest that story was prevalent during Griselda’s lifetime: yet a folk tale endures into modern times that there lived a pig-woman in Dr Steeven’s hospital and it was Griselda. For a good story is a good story, true or no.

It's hard to imagine that when you die someone may want to come along and steal your body so that surgeons in a hospital can cut you open to see how a human body functions. Such was the case in Dublin up to the nineteenth century, when medical schools were in constant need of bodies for both students and medical staff to study. Dubliners called the body-snatchers Sack-'em-Ups.

The 1752 Murder Act stipulated that only corpses of executed murderers could be used for dissection. However, the thirst for knowledge meant that the supply of bodies of hanged criminals could not meet the demand. Before the invention of refrigeration, bodies decayed very quickly and became unsuitable for study. As a result, the medical profession turned to body-snatchers to supply corpses fresh enough to be examined. Such was the demand across the two islands that Dublin bodies were often exported to Britain, as swiftly as possible.

The offence was treated only as a misdemeanour and the penalty for being caught was not onerous. High return at low risk meant that many people took up the trade of grave robber across Britain and Ireland. Such was the case until the Anatomy Act of 1832 changed the gravity of the crime while also leading to a wider selection of potential sources. The act gave physicians, surgeons and students legal access
to corpses that were unclaimed after death, in particular those who died in prison or the workhouse. But the practice of grave robbing continued in Dublin, for some time.

In 1842, five watch towers were erected in Glasnevin cemetery and bloodhounds were used to patrol the cemetery at night to deter the theft of newly buried bodies. On the other side of the city, Malachi Horan, the storyteller, related an account of how a mother's body was stolen on her first night in the ground, in Saggart. Her adult son was so upset at what he saw as his failure to guard her body that he neither ate, drank nor slept for three days or nights, after which he expired himself. His neighbours were so angry at the needless suffering of the son and the theft of his mother's body that they mounted an armed guard on his grave through the nights that followed. It was the practice of the Sack-'em-Ups to pay local informants for news of fresh internments. No doubt, they soon heard of their pending good fortune in extracting two bodies from one grave.

The watchers' patience and diligence were rewarded when the Sack-'em-Ups began to dig in darkness in the silent Saggart graveyard. The watching men, once they were sure of their target, fired a volley into the shadowy Sack-'em-Ups. One was shot dead and fell among the graves.

He was discovered to be a medical student and son of the famous Surgeon Colles of Dr Steevens' Hospital. Colles was a professor of anatomy, surgery and physiology, but whether he was aware of the activities of his student son, we do not know. In a strange twist to the story, Colles is said to have been the only man knowledgeable enough to save the boxer Dan Donnelly's arm from amputation following injuries sustained in a street fight with some sailors when Donnelly protected a woman they were attacking in a side street. Donnelly, in turn, was to be a victim of the Sack-'em-Ups himself when he died and was interred.

To this day, Dr Steevens' hospital is known to Dubliners as the ‘Butchers' Hospital'. It's an appellation that is not so much a comment on the quality of its medical care as an old description of its staff and their practices. The hospital lies not far from the Bully's Acre at Kilmainham. The site was a communal burial ground and was easily accessed.

Heinous as their crimes were, grave robbers or Sack-'em-Ups were not murderers, though they dealt in death. Some people called them Resurrectionists because they hauled out the bodies from the grave and re-integrated them into society; even if the dead person's participation was not as active as it been prior to their demise.

There was no financial charge levied to be buried in Bully's Acre. Many of the city's poor were buried there, though no one seems to know how many bodies were interred there for few records were kept but there were many and they were the poorest of the people. During the cholera epidemic of 1832, thousands of people's remains were buried, as expeditiously as possible, in Bully's Acre. The burial ground at Kilmainham was a prime target of the Sack-'em-Ups. They would come with wooden shovels, ropes and hooks to haul the recently dead from the ground, out to the road, and onto a horse and cart for taking away to a no-questions-asked medical client. Their horses were shod with leather to quieten their step in the dead of night. For if the crime was a misdemeanour in the eyes of the law it was a scurrilous act to the bereaved who would act decisively against any grave robbers they could find.

In Irish winters a heavy cotamore coat that reached the ankles was worn by those that worked outdoors. Attached to it was a cape and beneath the coat were corduroy or moleskin breeches above grey stockings. The Sack-'em-Ups were dressed thus when they entered the burial grounds in search of new cadavers; their very appearance creating fear in any beholders foolish enough to be out in the darkness of a graveyard when body-snatchers were on the move.

Mostly they worked on information supplied by informants; but if the thieves failed to find a suitable body they could take away teeth from the dead, as an alternative reward for effort. A set of good teeth could command a pound at a time when there were four farthings to a penny and 240 pennies to a pound. Many items that the poor purchased were priced at a farthing, so a set of teeth could be a valuable item, whatever about their new owner being aware of their provenance.

To retrieve entire bodies, the Sack-'em-Ups dug at the head of a fresh grave to get at the new body. They quietened their handiwork by using a wooden spade that made less noise than its metal equivalent if any loose stones were struck. The removed soil was stacked on body-size sacks laid out on the ground in as neat a manner as darkness and weather conditions allowed.

When they reached the coffin, the thieves broke open part of the casket to expose the upper body and head of the dead person. A small person slithered down to put a rope or hook around the neck of the corpse and it was unceremoniously dragged out into the world once more. Once the body was secured above ground, the soil was tipped back into the excavation. The site was made to look as undisturbed as was possible so that the theft might not be discovered for as long as possible.

However, public and private resentment came to a head when the body of boxer Dan Donnelly was stolen from Bully's Acre. Crowds took to the streets in anger when the news spread. Donnelly was a native of Townsend Street in the docks area of Dublin. Born in 1788, he was the ninth child of seventeen, in a time when families were large and times were hard. Dan worked as a wandering carpenter early in his adult life. But it was as a bare-knuckle boxer that he achieved fame and a degree of fortune before his death at the age of thirty-two years, in February 1820.