Then, while the band played the funeral march, the cort¾ge passed through the gateway to the platform, where a van was drawn up to receive the remains. As it was practically impossible to admit into the station the whole of the Officers who had followed the remains from Kingsland Road, the processionists formed up in the spacious approach to the railway premises. Slowly wending its way through the City and over London Bridge, the long procession reached the terminus at a quarter-past three. The injured Constable was removed to the Metropolitan Hospital, where he gradually sank and died at 10 oclock the same morning. Prisoner was immediately charged with attempted murder, and gave his name as John Ryan, aged 30, but refused his address. Baldwin at once identified him as the man by whom he had been stabbed. He had only arrived a few minutes when the prisoner was brought in. Baldwin had sufficiently recovered to be able to make for Kingsland Road, where he hailed a passing cab and drove to the Station. He still held in his hand the blood-stained knife, and attempted to use it. Meanwhile a couple of men from the G Division, attracted by the commotion, came up and arrested the man. The Constable reeled and stumbled to the ground in a fainting condition. He made several savage lunges, and when later examination was made of the injured man he was found to have been badly stabbed in the chest, the abdomen and the groin, all on the left side. Before the Officer could realise the danger of the situation, the man a big, powerfully built fellow pulled out a formidable clasp-knife from his pocket and instantly plunged it into the body of the unfortunate Constable. Selecting a man whom he took to be one of the ringleaders in the disturbance he at once pluckily attempted to arrest him. He at once went to the spot and found a considerable crowd of more or less drunken persons engaged in angry dispute. PC James Baldwin, of the G Division, Metropolitan Force, was on point duty near the Regents Canal just after midnight, when he heard the sounds of a loud altercation proceeding from Wilmer Gardens, a low neighbourhood infested by a dangerous class. The vicinity of the Kingsland Road, London, was, early on the morning of the 2nd inst., the scene of a deliberate murder. William, the head of the Baldwin family, was listed as a corn millers loader, working for Thomas Brand, the miller at Wire Mill. ![]() There was also another son, George, born in 1863, in Clapham, but at the time of the Census in 1881, he had already left home and was working as a farm servant at Gate House Farm, Eastbourne Road, Newchapel. The next child was, John Edward, christened 28th June 1868, then James, christened on 26th June 1869, then Sarah Annie, christened 25th June 1871, Charles, christened 23rd February 1873, Fanny, christened 30th August 1874, Henry, christened 28th May 1876, and Kate Naomi, born in 1878. All subsequent children were christened at St Johns, Felbridge. The next child listed is Betsy Susannah, aged fifteen, christened at St Johns Church, Felbridge on 27th May 1866. The Census of 1881, records that the eldest child living at home was Eliza, aged twenty, born in 1861, in Clapham. ![]() William was born in 1834, in Cowden, Kent, and Caroline was born in 1835, in Salisbury, Wiltshire. James was born in June 1869, the son of William and Caroline Baldwin, who in 1881, were living at Wire Mill Cottage, Wire Mill Lane, Newchapel, Felbridge. ![]() The biographies that follow are but a few, but will hopefully give an insight into the people of Felbridge and their lives since 1865, when St Johns became the central focus and final resting place for many villagers of Felbridge. The little snip-its, when added together, begin to build a picture of the person and the community in which they lived. The life of the person can be pieced together with the use of the parish registers, newspaper articles and descendants, or sometimes something will be inscribed on the headstone itself. The churchyard at St Johns is like all other churchyards and every grave has a story to tell and a person to remember. Sometimes the headstone hides a tragedy, an accident, a misdemeanour, or the unexpected. Most stories are about the average, everyday life of the person, their parentage, their family, their occupation, where they lived, just little details that help build a picture of the person, the past and the community in which they lived. Every grave in every churchyard has a story to tell about a person.
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