Who is Richard Harris Barham

Richard Harris Barham (6 December 1788 – 17 June 1845) was an English cleric of the Church of England, a novelist and a humorous poet. He was known generally by his pseudonym Thomas Ingoldsby and as the author of The Ingoldsby Legends.

Life Richard Harris Barham was born in Canterbury. When he was seven years old his father died, leaving him a small estate, part of which was the manor of Tappington, in Denton, Kent, mentioned so frequently in his later publication The Ingoldsby Legends. At the age of nine he was sent to St Paul's School, but his studies were interrupted by an accident which partially crippled his arm for life. Thus deprived of the power of vigorous bodily activity, he became a great reader and diligent student.

During 1807 he en...
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  • Pedroep: he cursed him in sleeping that every night, he should dream of the devil and wake in a fright. –richard harris barham
  • Findhaunts: ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to. ~richard harris barham
  • Plastic_bio: his eye so dim,so wasted each limb,that, heedless of grammar, they all cried,that ’s him!that ’s the scamp that has done this scandalous thing!that ’s the thief that has got my lord cardinal’s ring! - richard harris barham
  • Findhaunts: ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to. ~richard harris barham
  • Danthepongman: never was heard such a terrible curse ! but what gave rise to no little surprise, nobody seemed one penny the worse ! excerpt from the jackdaw of rheims richard harris barham, english clergyman dec. 6, 1788 - june 17, 1845
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GOOD Father John O'Hart
In penal days rode out
To a Shoneen who had free lands
And his own snipe and trout.
In trust took he John's lands;
Sleiveens were all his race;
And he gave them as dowers to his daughters.
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