Fifty Years’ Recollections, Literary and Personal
“Hannah
Lightfoot’s maiden name was Wheeler,
and at the time of her daughter’s mysterious disappearance—for
disappear she did, and the family never saw her more—she was staying with
her brother or nephew, a linen-draper named Wheeler, at
the corner of Market Street, St. James’s Market. Her brother or nephew
kept the shop during his life, and was succeeded by his sons. Not knowing
exactly when the death of the former took place, I was unable to state
precisely which had the shop at the time in question, but that is
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immaterial. Hannah
Lightfoot’s mother lived near Richmond, and Prince George’s admiration of her was known
to the people there, as well as to her own family. By some persons well
acquainted with the Prince’s admiration of her, the well known song of
‘The Lass of Richmond Hill’ was
written. Hannah’s mother visited at St.
James’s Market with her daughter, remaining often for some time as was
the case on her daughter’s disappearance. Hannah was
standing with a little girl about ten years of age, at one of the drawing-room
windows over the shop, when a carriage drove by and Hannah
immediately making an excuse to the little girl who was with her, and who was
her cousin, for going away from her, and putting on her things, left the house
by the front door, in place of going through the shop. She left a note behind,
telling her mother not to be uneasy about her as in twelve months she should
hear from her again, but not before. The mother never did hear of her again,
and died of a broken heart. It happened that Hannah had a
lover, not a quaker, who after her disappearance gave her family much trouble,
imagining they had sent her away to break off their intimacy.
“The only intimation her family ever had about her
subsequently, was from a gentleman they knew, who happening to be in Germany,
and at a ball, saw a female who had with her two boys, whom he at once recalled
to memory as Hannah Lightfoot. He
endeavoured to speak to her, but finding she was recognized, she left the room,
and he was unsuccessful in tracing her out.
“The little girl with her at the time she disappeared,
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was afterwards my grandmother. From her I heard the
story, little expecting ever to see it in print. I can find a person, a
generation older than myself, who also heard it from her lips. The shop in St.
James’s Market was kept by one of the Wheelers, up to the time it was
pulled down to make way for Regent Street. I often heard one of the
Wheeler’s sisters speak of notice being taken of some of the family by
George III. and his queen, when they
chanced to see them at Kew or Kensington.
“I am, &c., &c.
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