William Henry Blackmore - Social Network and Venture Capitalization

Social Network and Venture Capitalization

Through several maritime compensation cases William developed contacts with Americans and their representatives; as well as British and European, investors, business and political leaders. An American lawyer, Cyrus Martin Fisher, showed William the large and immediate returns to assisting ventures to find capital. To this end William found his family and business connections useful. In each deal the promoter either took fees, stock or both in exchange for placing bonds or shares with investors. He opened a second office in Founder's Court, Lothbury, London, had success in ventures in Europe and Africa and became well known in British and European investment circles.

On 14 May 1851 William married Mary Sidford. The couple entertained many prominent people of the time at Shepley House in Carshalton, south of London, including: Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Mark Twain", John Russell Bartlett, Sir John Evans, Sir Arthur Church, Ernest Griset (the artist), Sir John Lubbock, Colonel Lane Fox, Joseph W. Prestwick, and Charlotte Brontë.

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