Jean Jacques Rousseau, political theorist, father of the
French Revolution, creator of the first
autobiography and pioneer conservationist spent time in the Moorlands.
Rousseau was born in Geneva in 1712. His mother died in
childbirth and he had a very difficult childhood. He came to writing late and
achieved fame in an essay that promoted the notion of the “noble savage”.
A principle target
was the Catholic Church, which he accused of supporting tyranny. He
particularly criticised the role that religion had in educating the young.
These sentiments bought the wrath of the Church down on his head in his adopted
country France.
His house was
attacked by a mob and he had no choice but to become a refugee. The agent for
achieving this rescue was the philosopher David Hume who met Rousseau in
Paris. Hume made the arrangements for
Rousseau’s move to Britain. The journey was incident packed, foolishly he
allowed his mistress the sexually insatiable Madame Levasser to travel later
with the philanderer biographer Boswell.
He was offered the use of Wotton Hall, which offered him the
rural tranquillity that he sought.
Philosopher, mistress and Sultan the dog all arrived in
Staffordshire in late March 1766. He instantly fell in love with the area.
His wandering figure was a strange sight for
Moorlanders. William Howitt in “Visits
to Remarkable Places” published in 1841 reported him dressed in Armenian cloak,
a furred cap and long stripped robe. The locals
80 years on recalled the strange figure that some thought was an exiled
potentate.
“ What owd Ross Hall?
Ay know him I did, well enough ah’ve seen him monny a tarm, every dee comin and
gooin ins hays comical cap and ploddy gown.”
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His mistress however was complaining in the manner of a
modern day WAG found shops of Ashbourne unworthy of her custom.
Eventually having to endure another cold spring at Wotton,
Rousseau whose mental instability had been exacerbated by the sour feelings
that his mistress had for the area. They left in May 1767; he distributed his
clothes amongst the poor. He continued to correspond with his Staffordshire
friends for years after. He died in 1778. In 1794 at the height of the
Revolution his body was exhumed and he lies in the Pantheon in Paris, a city he
despised in life.
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