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Reminiscences of a Literary Life
CHAP. XXII
BARONNE DE FEUCHÈRES
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INTRODUCTION
PREFACE
CONTENTS
CHAP. I
SHELLEY
CHAP. II
JOHN KEATS
THOMAS CAMPBELL
CHAP. III
GEORGE DOUGLAS
CHAP. IV
WILLIAM STEWART ROSE
CHAP. V
SAMUEL ROGERS
SAMUEL COLERIDGE
CHAP. VI
HARTLEY COLERIDGE
CHAP. VII
THOMAS MOORE
WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES
CHAP. VIII
THOMAS DE QUINCEY
JAMES MATHIAS
CHAP. IX
MISS MARTINEAU
WILLIAM GODWIN
CHAP. X
LEIGH HUNT
THOMAS HOOD
HORACE SMITH
CHAP. XI
SIR JAMES MACKINTOSH
MRS. JAMESON
JANE AND ANNA PORTER
CHAP. XII
TOM GENT
CHAP. XIII
VISCOUNT DILLON
SIR LUMLEY SKEFFINGTON
JOHN HOOKHAM FRERE
CHAP. XIV
LORD DUDLEY
LORD DOVER
CHAP. XV
SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE
WILLIAM BROCKEDON
CHAP. XVI
SIR ROBERT PEEL
SPENCER PERCEVAL
CHAP. XVII
MOUNTSTUART ELPHINSTONE
MR. DAVIS
CHAP. XVIII
ELIJAH BARWELL IMPEY
CHAP. XIX
ALEXANDER I.
GEORGE CANNING
NAPOLEON
QUEEN HORTENSE
ROSSINI
CHAP. XX
COUNT PECCHIO
MAZZINI
COUNT NIEMCEWITZ
CHAP. XXI
CARDINAL RUFFO
CHAP. XXII
PRINCESS CAROLINE
‣ BARONNE DE FEUCHÈRES
CHAP. XXIII
SIR SIDNEY SMITH
CHAP. XXIV
SIR GEORGE MURRAY
CHAP. XXV
VISCOUNT HARDINGE
CHAP. XXVI
REV. C. TOWNSEND
CHAP. XXVII
BEAU BRUMMELL
CHAP. XXVIII
AN ENGLISH MERCHANT
THE BRUNELS
APPENDIX
INDEX
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LA BARONNE DE FEUCHÈRES

There are some omissions, and two or three incorrect statements, in Thomas Raikes’s account of this notorious woman. Her original name was Nancy Dawes, not Dawe. Her father was a boatman and fisherman in the Isle of Wight. I have known persons who remembered her brothers and others of her relations as labourers and fishermen. As a girl, she was not only very handsome, but also very clever. Her first lover was a young English officer belonging to one of the regiments or one of the depots in the Isle of Wight. He took some pains in instructing her himself; and, on being ordered on foreign service, he sent her to a ladies’ school at Old Brompton, where she certainly remained some time. According to one account, the officer was killed in battle; according to another, he died of a West Indian fever; and according to a third account—as likely to be as true as either of the others—he grew tired of the expense, and ashamed of the connection. It may be, that when she first attracted the notice of the Duc de Bourbon, she was living with the fruiterer in Oxford Street, just opposite
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the end of Bond Street; not, however, as a servant-girl, but as an attractive shop-girl. But before attaining to this post she had gone through many adventures. When she went to live with the Duc, she was quite an accomplished person, and said to have been as witty as her co-peeress, the
Duke of York’s Mary Anne Clarke. It is not to be believed that the Duc ever attempted to pass her off as his own illegitimate child. Raikes gives the best account I have seen of the mysterious death of the imbecile old Prince. Another account, with details and circumstantialities which savour strongly of invention, will be found in Louis Blanc’sHistoire de Dix Ans.” I have scarcely met the Frenchman or Frenchwoman that did not firmly believe that the Duc de Bourbon was murdered by Madame de Feucheres and her friend the Abbé. It is quite true that the said Abbé died suddenly a month after the Duc, and that the “confidential servant,” who might have made terrible disclosures, was found dead in his bed very soon after the demise of the Abbé. The Paris nickname was a good one—“La Baronne de Serrecol.” Nothing could well be baser than the conduct of Louis Philippe in these transactions. He wanted the Duc’s wealth for his son, the Duc d’Aumale, and he certainly got an immense portion of it. When Madame de Feucheres went to Paris, after the supposed murder, he visited her in private, and received her several times in his family reunions at the Palais Royal. Though King of the French, he had not yet taken possession of the Tuileries. My informant wondered how his devout Queen and his very moral sister could possibly sit in such company. Raikes winds up that story by saying that the fisherman’s daughter died “in great distress in London.” She died in France, and bequeathed rather a splendid fortune to her nephew, J. Dawes.

She had previously taken care of this precious relative, for he had been brought up in good English
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schools, and had held a commission in our Army. It has been my fate or fortune to hear a good deal about this rich ruffian. When my ci-devant friend, N. C., married a common strumpet, and ran away to the Continent to escape from her and from the debts she had contracted, he became acquainted with this Dawes, who was then residing at a splendid Chateau—Monfontaine, I think—on the French coast, and indulging most extensively in yachting, boating, hunting, shooting, drinking, and other delights.

My friend got domiciled with him, and stayed with him at the Château for some months.

How he survived the visit I could hardly make out, for Dawes was constantly putting his life in jeopardy, either by sea or on dry land. I have rarely heard, or read of, such a dare-devil, godless ruffian. But, though a tremendous bully, the fellow was no coward. It may be fancied how he, a rich Englishman, and rich by French spoils, and the nephew and heir of such a woman as Madame la Baronne, was treated by the Frenchmen who lived in his neighbourhood. Before he had been two years in France, in possession of the estate, he had fought about a dozen duels, and had each time come off triumphantly. Rapier or sabre, pistol or rifle, all was the same to Dawes. At the time of my quondam friend’s visit, he had so established a reputation for courage, daring, and address, that the French had made up their minds to leave him alone. This was about the year 1843. A year or two later, he purchased a beautiful place in the Isle of Wight, his native place as well as that of his notorious aunt, and here he established his headquarters; and here, I believe, he is now living (1856). N. went several times to the Isle of Wight to visit him. He had collected a set of ferocious dogs, a wolf or two, some foxes, an enormous eagle, and other beasts and birds of prey, and these were so disposed round the house and in the grounds that it was very dangerous for a stranger to walk there.
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He was always committing some assault, or getting into quarrels or litigation. The poor dreaded him, and none of the gentry would associate with him. With all his means and appliances he was generally a solitary, sulking man. His friendship with N. had a very sudden termination. One night—in the very middle of a dark, cold night—he startled his guest out of his bed, and swore that he would blow out his brains if he did not take his departure on the instant. My quondam friend, who merited the treatment he met with by associating with such a ruffian, and by having meanly submitted to many previous humiliations, at once dressed and left the house.

Such was the nephew and part-heir of Madame la Baronne de Feucheres. Louis Philippe’s son, His Royal Highness the Duc d’Aumale, was a co-heir.

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