Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Sydney Owenson to Alicia Le Fanu, 29 August 1811
Baron’s Court,
August 29, 1811.
My dearest Friend,
Your inimitable letter was a source of great comfort to
me. Your eloquent and exalted theories are still less powerful in their
influence over me than your bright example. I have seen you the Providence of
your family, and I admire and revere too much not to endeavour to imitate.
This event, the most unlooked-for and rapid of my life,
has been accelerated by my friends here, and by the more than romantic passion
of the most amiable and ardent of human beings, so as to leave me in a state of
agitation and flurry that
prevented me writing on the subject to any human being but my family—and
even to them so incoherently as to leave them more to guess at from inference
than fact.
The business was, indeed, so
hurried, that it was all like a dream. The licence and ring have been
in the house these ten days—all the settlements made; yet I have been
battling off, from day to day, and hour to hour, and have only ten minutes back
procured a little breathing time. The fact is, the struggle is almost too great
for me—on one side engaged, be-
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yond retrieval, to a
man who has frequently declared to my friends, here, that if I break off he
will not survive it!! on the other, the dreadful certainty of being parted for
ever from a country and friends I love, and a family I adore, to which I am
linked by such fatal ties, that my heart must break in breaking them.
Lord and Lady
Abercorn will not part with Dr.
Morgan for a moment, as they suppose the whole family would die
if they did; so that, after my marriage, I should have no chance of seeing you
all before I went to Eugland, and I have, therefore, at last prevailed on
Morgan to permit me to go up for a week or two, while I am yet a free agent. When
I read that part of your letter where you say Tom and his wife were to live with you, I wept bitterly. Oh, if
it were my lot to live with those I love! but I am about to leave them all. I
write incoherently, for I am feeling strongly; don’t read this to
Livy, but just what is right and
politic to mention to any one. To give you any idea of the passion I have most
unwittingly inspired, would be vain; but if I had spirits, I could amuse you
not a little. Tell Livy to repeat to you some of his
eloquent nonsense which I wrote to her. Barring his wild, unfounded love for
me, the creature is perfection. The most manly, I had
almost said daring, tone of mind, united to more
goodness of heart and disposition, than I ever met with in a human being. Even
with this circle, where all is acquirement and accomplishment, it is confessed
that his versatility of talent is unrivalled. There is scarcely
any art or science he has not cultivated with success; and
the resources of his mind and memory are exhaustless. His manners are too
English to be popular with the Irish; and though he is reckoned a handsome man,
it is not that style of thing which, if I were to choose for beauty, I should
select—it is too indicative of goodness; a little diablerie would make me wild in love with
him. To the injury of his interests and circumstances, he has offered to settle
with me in Dublin, since I appear so heart-broken at parting from my family;
but that I would not hear of. He is just thirty; has a
moderate property, independent of his profession; is a member and a fellow of
twenty colleges and societies, and is a Cambridge man. This is a fulllength
picture drawn for your private inspection. He read your letter with bursts of
admiration. He says you must have a divine mind, and that if all my
country-women resemble you, his constancy will be sadly put to the test. We are
to live one year with the Abercorns, which will save some
income for furnishing a house in London, where we are to reside. My man is now playing Handel, and putting me in mind of dear
Tom. He does not, however, play near so well; but has more
science than any one, and sings the most difficult
things at sight. He has so much improved me in Italian and singing, you cannot
imagine. Ten thousand thanks for your benevolent attention to my poor old
father—never did he stand more in need of it, sick, worn down and
deprived of the attentions of a child he adores, and who has hitherto lived for
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part from you is not
among the least of my afflictions. God bless you ever,
A thousand loves to all the fire-side circle; but
above all to Joe. I am quite shocked
at the expense of my last letter; but as I saw you got all your letters at
the Castle, I took it for granted they were free.
Lady Olivia Clarke [née Owenson] (1785 c.-1845)
The younger sister of Lady Morgan who married Dublin physician Sir Arthur Clarke
(1778-1857) in 1808. She wrote songs and a play, and published in the
Metropolitan Magazine and
Athenaeum.
Anne Jane Hamilton, marchioness of Abercorn [née Gore] (1763-1827)
Daughter of the earl of Arran; in 1783 she married Henry Hatton (d. 1793), in 1800 John
James Hamilton, first marquess of Hamilton. She entertained literary figures at her villa
at Stanmore, among them Lady Morgan.
George Frideric Handel (1685-1759)
German composer who settled in England in 1712 where he composed oratorios, among them
The Messiah, first produced in Dublin in 1742.
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1793-1833)
Of Dublin, the son of Joseph and Alicia Le Fanu; he is not the novelist of the same name
(1814-1873).
Thomas Philip Le Fanu (1784-1845)
The son of Joseph and Alicia Le Fanu; he was educated at Trinity College, Dublin, and was
Dean of Emly.
Sir Thomas Charles Morgan (1780-1843)
English physician and philosophical essayist who married the novelist Sydney Owenson in
1812; he was the author of
Sketches of the Philosophy of Morals
(1822). He corresponded with Cyrus Redding.