Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Sydney Owenson to Robert Owenson, [1801?]
St. Andrew’s Street, Dublin.
Monday Morning, 9 o’clock.
Dearest Papa,
Molly told us last night when we were
going to bed, that she had something to relate to us which would surprise us,
and so, indeed, it has, here it is:—Whilst we were dining next door,
Molly, as usual, looking out of the windows, a young
gentleman passed and repassed under the walls of St. Andrew’s Church,
whom she at first took for one of the Irish Brigade officers whom we knew at
Kilkenny last year, for he was dressed in uniform, blue and crimson; but at
last he
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stepped across the way and took off his hat to
her. You will never guess who it was—What do you think of Tom Dermody?
Molly ran down stairs. You know how fond
she always was of him, and asked him into the drawing-room. She hopes you will
not be angry. He told her all his adventures “since you threw him
off,” those were his words; “you his best and only true
friend,” and he had never heard or seen anything of us since he
went to school, until he saw a little book of poems by a young lady between twelve and fourteen, with my
name to them; he then went to the printer’s, and found out where we live
only the night before, and he begged so hard to see us before he left
Ireland,—for he is going off to Cork to join his regiment on
Tuesday,—that he persuaded Molly to let him come
today. He said he thought he could clear up a great deal of what you had been
made to consider to his disadvantage.
Monday Evening.
Well, dear papa, Dermody has been! He came according to Molly’s permission this morning. He was
quite surprised at the change that had taken place in us and was most gallant
about it. He has, I think, been most hardly used.
You know how ill Dr. and Mrs. Austen
behaved, on the plea of old Aichbone, when he lodged in
Grafton Street, showing a little bit of fun he wrote about Mrs.
Austen; and how Dr.
Austen returned all his subscriptions, and how he was obliged to
write for
his bread in the magazine Anthologia.
Mr. Berwick, Lady Moira’s chaplain, was so delighted
with his poem that he brought it to Lady Moira, who
immediately sent him to Dr. Boyd, the
translator of Dante, to pursue his studies
till something could be done for him. His years he said were lost in this way,
and he thought Dr. Boyd wanted to retain him for the
purpose of working at the translation and copying it for him; so he wrote to
Lady Moira to request she would extend her patronage
when he could earn an independent livelihood; so after some time Dr.
Berwick wrote to him, that Lady Moira had
an opportunity of placing him with Mr.
Miller, a great bookseller in London as an apprentice—but
just think! with his usual impetuosity he wrote to decline the offer, and
expressed his mortification at such a position being allotted to him.
Lady Moira desired Mr. Berwick to
send him twenty pounds, with an order never to let her see or hear of him
again. So he returned to Dublin and commenced writing again for the Anthologia, but could not make
bread to support him, and in a fit of despair he one night enlisted, and was
draughted off for his regiment in England a few days afterwards, where he
served a year as a common soldier. Being one day on parade, the colonel of the
regiment, who was walking up and down in front of the men, was joined by a very
noble-looking gentleman, who every time that he passed fixed his eye on
Dermody, who at last recognised him to be the
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shocked and surprised, as
Dermody had frequently dined with him at Moira House.
The next day his sergeant came to him and said Lord Moira wished to see him. He went to his
hotel and was received rather coldly, but without further reproof
Lord Moira said, he did not wish to see one who had
sat at his mother’s table in the lowly condition to which his follies had
reduced him; and, therefore he had used his influence to get him an ensigncy in
the commissariat; that he would have his release on the following day and have
an appropriate uniform for his new condition, when he must go immediately to
join his corps in Dublin on its way to Cork, whence they were to sail for
Flanders. He was, poor fellow, to sail on the following night.
Well, papa, never was anything so altered! He is a very
handsome young man, and has lost all his shyness. He said he had been looking
us out every where, ever since he arrived, and had been at the Theatre Royal
for you, but could get no information. Seeing a little book by a young lady “between twelve and
fourteen,” at a little shop in Werburgh Street, inscribed with my name,
he entered and got our address, and here he was that very evening! His
gallantry was beyond anything in talking of the improvement we had made since
we were at Madame Terson’s school, and
above all, his astonishment at my poetical productions.
The next morning I received a note by the penny post,
with a poem which I should be ashamed to show you, dear papa, it is so very
flattering, if it were not to prove that he has lost nothing of his art of
poetry.
He will write to you from Cork, and begs mercy at
your hands, who, he says, with dear mamma, were the only true friends he ever
had; and so, dearest papa, good-bye and God bless you; my fingers are quite
cramped with writing.
Gilbert Austin (1753-1837)
Irish elocutionist educated at Trinity College, Dublin, the author of
Chironomia, or a Treatise on Rhetorical Delivery (1806). He edited the juvenile
poems of Thomas Dermody, one of his pupils.
Edward Berwick (1753 c.-1819 fl.)
Church of Ireland clergyman educated at Trinity College, Dublin; he was chaplain to the
Earl of Moira; a translator, and correspondent of Walter Scott.
Henry Boyd (1749-1832)
Irish poet and translator, author of
A Translation of the Inferno of
Dante in English Verse, 2 vols (1785).
Molly Cane (d. 1831)
The devoted nurse and housemaid who raised Sydney and Olivia Owenson.
Dante Alighieri (1265-1321)
Florentine poet, the author of the
Divine Comedy and other
works.
Thomas Dermody (1775-1802)
Prolific Irish poet whose early promise a child prodigy went unfulfilled; after the
publication of James Grant Raymond's 1806 biography he became a type of the wastrel
bard.
William Richard Beckford Miller (1769-1844)
Albemarle-Street bookseller; he began publishing in 1790; shortly after he rejected
Byron's
Childe Harold in 1811 his stock and premises were purchased
by John Murray.
Elizabeth Rawdon, countess of Moira [née Hastings] (1731-1808)
The daughter of the ninth earl of Huntingdon and his third wife, the evangelical Selina
Hastings; in 1752 she married Sir John Rawdon, afterwards earl of Moira; she patronized
Thomas Percy and his Irish literary circle.
Madam Terson (1793 fl.)
Hugenot schoolmistress at Portarlington who afterwards taught Sydney and Olivia Owenson
at Clontarf in Ireland.