At your Convenience

[AdamSmith]

Found on a blog about seventeenth- and eighteenth-century English and Irish furniture!

At your Convenience

Posted on April 1, 2012 by Jack Plane

We largely tend to take the lavatory for granted nowadays, but in pre-Victorian times, the average person’s daily constitutional would have likely involved varying levels of discomfort, draughts and conspicuousness in the open landscape. If one had the means, one might have undertaken a potentially hazardous journey, through rows of artichokes and Brussels sprouts, to arrive at some form of latrine at the bottom of the garden; or perhaps enjoyed the relative, but still atmospheric opulence of a garderobe. Both types of convenience would have been built above a cesspit that required periodic emptying by some unenviable serf.

First-floor garderobe, sixteenth-century Wealden house, Sussex.

Urban dwellers, of average or below average means, would have insulted a pottery receptacle or ‘pot’ and then either hurled its contents into an open drain running down the street, or emptied it into a cesspit below stairs for later collection and disposal by a gong farmer or night soil collector.

James Gillray, National Conveniences, c.1796.

Chamber pots

Not wanting to miss a moment of excessive conviviality, Georgian diners didn’t remove themselves from the dining room to relieve their bladders: Gentlemen would request a small chamber pot or ‘piss pot’ from the cupboard in the sideboard and unabashedly drain themselves as the other guests continued unabated.

Small earthenware piss pot, c.1800.

How the French perceived English diners, c.1814.

Women, similarly caught short, would either scurry behind the curtains or folding screen, pot-in-hand, or their maid would fetch an ergonomically-shaped bourdaloue[1] which they would immodestly thrust beneath their petticoats.

François Boucher (1703-1770), La bourdaloue.

Chantilly porcelain bourdaloue, c.1740.

Close Stools

Known also as ‘necessary stools’ and ‘night stools’, these amenities were the preserve of those who could afford such singularly indulgent furniture. Close stools invariably have a hinged lid concealing a seat that either supports a handle-less earthenware pot or, beneath a hole in which, a handled pot is placed and accessed by removing the seat, or via a door in the front of the stool.

Circa 1720 oak close stool. (Lucy Johnston)

William III’s velvet-covered close stool, Hampton Court, c. 1690.

Some noted close stools were equipped with locks which, one might surmise, were to prevent vassals from covertly partaking of their masters’ extravagance, but in the case of the Hampton Court close stool, the lock was essential to deter miscreants from stealing William’s faeces. When dried, the King’s ordure was highly sought after by gasconading souvenir hunters of the day.

More recently, an authenticated portion of Henry VIII’s dried faeces sold at auction in New York in 1996 for the sphincter-puckering sum of $1,650.

Night Tables

Circa 1790 mahogany night table with pull-out commode. (Bonhams)

A common feature of Georgian bedchamber privy furniture was the apron which, identifiably shaped like the human posterior, left those who felt a deep nocturnal or auroral urge in absolutely no doubt as to the purpose of the contraption.

Circa 1790 mahogany close stool with buttocks-shaped aprons. (Jayne Thompson)

Circa 1790 mahogany night table with pull-out buttocks-shaped commode. (Richard Gardner)

Circa 1800 mahogany night table with pull-out buttocks-shaped commode.

For the newlyweds – matching his and hers night tables.

Pots

The Georgians were fond of their lavatorial humour: Chamber pots often contained amusing verses and the occasional ferly addition.

Staffordshire pot with verse, cartoon and moulded frog.

Pot interior.

Slipware pot with moulded grinning face looking up.

One occasionally sees pots containing effigies of individuals of widely held derision such as – in the example below – Napoleon Bonaparte. Their disparagers could glean some satisfaction from urinating and defecating on the subject’s head.

‘Boney’ in a potty, c. 1815.

Thankfully a close stool has not yet appeared in the Proposed Furniture Program, but with advancing years and increased frailty, that could all too easily change. I estimate I still have a few years before deciding on whose noggin I would like in my potty.

Jack Plane

[1] An anatomically shaped female urinal named after the French preacher, Louis Bourdaloue (1632-1704), renowned for his bible-bitingly lengthy sermons.

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[RA1]

My goodness, AS, as noted previously you do seem to enjoy visiting the "rear" end and its effluent, so to speak. Various historical furniture is interesting but not comforting. On various hunting trips ( I no longer hunt) in the past, I have "enjoyed" the assistance of a cross bar which was simply a 2X4 upright piece of wood with a short cross piece. This allowed one to not simply squat while "going in the woods" but have some measure of "control" of the situation.

Best regards,

RA1

[MsAnn]

SO to re-cap, you shit on his face,

And then just hurl its contents into an open drain that runs down to the street. OR empty it into a cesspit to be

collected later by a "night soil collector?" (I love that)

Come to think of it, it's not much different than what we do at

the condo now.

Somethings just really never change