By Ruth Scobie

Ruth Scobie is a postdoc research fellow at the University of Oxford, working on eighteenth-century celebrity culture. She would really like to talk about old newspapers, Sarah Siddons, Mary Shelley, and the flouncier wardrobe choices of British naval captains in the 1780s, if those seem like things you’d be interested in.

  1. Is this the name of a prizewinning showcat, or a striking but forgotten example of eighteenth-century masculine nomenclature?

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  2. Ruth Scobie's previous work for The Toast can be found here.

    Good morning everyone, shall we get started? Has everyone got a handout?

    OK, last week I was talking about Anne Lister as a nineteenth-century woman traveller and industrialist, and about the significance of particular geographical locations as loci of economic or emotional power.

    If anyone has any questions about their essays there’ll be time at the end.

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  3. Ruth Scobie's previous work for The Toast can be found here.

    If you were a lonely man in late eighteenth century London, “adapted to make a lady happy,” but too shy, busy, or damned chivalrous to actually speak to one, you could send an anonymous advertisement to a national newspaper appealing to the women you wanted to bang and/or marry. Posting an ad was quick – you dropped it off at the

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  4. This post, and several others to appear in due course, are generously sponsored by a gentleman-scholar from County San Francisco, supportive of the production and assessment of nasty novels, dealing familiarly with gamblers, misandrists and flashy reprobates.  Ruth Scobie last wrote for The Toast about the birth of a previous Prince George.

    “And pray, Sir, what are four hundred pounds a year to maintain a woman of rank like me? Do

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  5. A few Minutes after Seven this Morning, her Majesty was most happily brought to Bed of a Prince, to the great Joy of every Lover of Great Britain.

    Thursday the servant maid of an eminent tradesman in Maiden-lane, Covent-garden, was committed to New Prison, Clerkenwell, for robbing her master of cash to a considerable value.

    To be SOLD,

    At the sign of the Turk’s Head, opposite

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