Memoir of Francis Hodgson
Augusta Leigh to Francis Hodgson, 14 November 1816
Dear Mr.
Hodgson,—I am so glad of an excuse to write to you, that I
avail myself of that of our last letters having crossed,
and there being many points in yours upon which mine would not satisfy you. To
begin with dear B. The last tidings of him
were from Milan, the 13th October, having just arrived there without disasters,
or encounter of robbers on the Simplon. The style struck me as being more
cheerful than former letters. I told you something, and indeed I daresay all I
know, of the Canto, etc. I see
they make their appearance on the 23rd. The story of their being sent to
Lady B. I think I may safely say is
untrue. She was, as well as me, on the eve of leaving Town when Murray received them, and he paid her the compliment of showing them. I think he had scarcely
time to look them over. This may by some means have been twisted into the tale
you have heard; but perhaps you had better keep my information to yourself. I am afraid to open my lips, though all I say
to you I know is secure from misinterpretation. On the opinions expressed by
Mr. M. I am not surprised. I
have seen letters written to him which could not but
give rise to such, or confirm them. If I may give you mine, it is that in his own mind there were and are recollections, fatal
to
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his peace, and which would have prevented his being
happy with any woman whose excellence equalled or approached that of
Lady B., from the consciousness of being unworthy of
it. Nothing could or can remedy this fatal cause but the consolations to be
derived from religion, of which, alas! dear Mr. H., our
beloved B. is, I fear, destitute. My anxious prayer for him, is for that first
and only certain good, and I should be wretched indeed
bereaved of hope on that subject. His friends (who for
the most part are more or less deceived about him) argue thus: ‘Oh! had
he married a woman of the world, she would have let him have his way, and have
had hers—and they would have done very well;’ and this is worldly
reasoning. I happen to know that dear Lady
B. would have sacrificed all her own tastes and pursuits,
everything but her duty, to make him happy; but all was
in vain: it is indeed a heart-breaking thought! And worse than all, not all my
affection or anxiety can be either of use or comfort to him. I shall pain you
as much as I feel it myself, but it is a relief to talk of him to one who loves
him and feels so rationally at the same time all there is to hope and fear for him. I’m sure it is
very useless to try to express my feelings towards him—I never could. Pray read over the 17th, 18th, and 19th stanzas of
‘Lara;’ they are
quite wonderfully resemblant. Sometimes it strikes me he must have
two minds! Such a mixture of blindness and
perception! I don’t know whether you can understand me. Pray always say
anything that you wish and think about him.
Nov. 14.
I am obliged to finish this letter, which was begun some days
ago, rather in haste, for a frank and the post. I hope you will give me the
pleasure of hearing from you when you can. B. desires me to direct to him ‘à Genève, Poste
Restante.’ His banker there forwards his letters. I quite dread the Poems. So afraid of their renewing unpleasant
recollections in the public mind, and containing bitterness towards her who has
already suffered too much. Mind, whatever you hear pray tell me. B. has once or
twice said he thought of returning to England in the spring; but I don’t
indulge much hope on the subject, nor do I know that it would be desirable. You
have probably heard by this time all that is known about the dreadful fire at
B. Castle:1 I felt so sorry for it, as knowing the
duke and duchess, and the
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latter being so attached to it. I should indeed delight in
paying you and Mrs. H. a visit, but with
five children to nurse and educate you will feel
that I cannot make any long or distant absence from home. Our plans are,
however, in great uncertainty, as our place is for sale, and if we could get a
purchaser we must go somewhere. If ever I go north, it shall not be without at least a call at
Bakewell. I hope Mrs. H.’s health will not suffer
from the cold climate. I passed seven years of my life, from six years old to
thirteen, about seven miles from Chesterfield, at a village called Eckington,
and well remember the coal pits! My children are all well, thank God! Col. L. desires his best compliments.
Ever very truly yours,
A. L.
Pray write to B. I
have much more to say, but cannot say it now.
Francis Hodgson (1781-1852)
Provost of Eton College, translator of Juvenal (1807) and close friend of Byron. He wrote
for the
Monthly and
Critical Reviews, and was
author of (among other volumes of poetry)
Childe Harold's Monitor; or
Lines occasioned by the last Canto of Childe Harold (1818).
Susanna Matilda Hodgson [née Tayler] (1791-1833)
Daughter of Archdale Wilson Tayler (1759-1814) who married Francis Hodgson in 1815. Her
sister Ann Caroline married Henry Drury and her sister Elizabeth married Robert
Bland.
George Leigh (1771-1850)
Officer in the 10th Light Dragoons, gambler, and boon companion of the Prince of Wales;
he married Augusta Byron in 1807.
John Murray II (1778-1843)
The second John Murray began the
Quarterly Review in 1809 and
published works by Scott, Byron, Austen, Crabbe, and other literary notables.