Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Elizabeth Patterson Bonaparte to Lady Morgan, 1 October 1819
Geneva,
October 1, 1819.
My dear Lady Morgan,
Your letter from Casa Fontana
reached me yesterday. I cannot imagine the cause of this long delay, as it
appears, from the direction you gave me for the 1st of September, that the
letter was written previously; the date you neglected putting. I am very
anxious to see you again, to assure you of an affection
which absence has not diminished, to listen to you once more, and to relate to
you my adventures since our separation. I had heroically resolved to support
the ennui of my fate in America, and should never have
ventured another voyage to Europe could I have found the means of education for
my son which exist here; but either he must have remained ignorant or I was
compelled to leave the repose of my fauteuil, therefore, I did not hesitate to sacrifice my
personal comfort for his advantage.
You know we have been nearly ruined in America, by
commercial speculations, and even I have suffered, as my tenants are no longer
able to pay me the same rents, and the banks have been obliged to diminish the
amount of yearly interest which I formerly received from them; these
inconveniences are, however momentané, and I flatter myself that in a year or two,
tout ira bien; it is,
however, provoking enough to find one’s income curtailed at a moment when
I most required it; my son’s education, too, demands no inconsiderable
expense, and as you know, his father never has and never will contribute a single farthing towards his
maintenance. We have no correspondence with him since the demand I made two
years ago, which was merely that he would pay some part of his necessary
expenditure; this he positively refused, therefore, I consider myself
authorized to educate him in my own way. I wish I could see you again; it was
so unfortunate for me that you had left Geneva before my arrival. I fear, too,
that you will not return this way, and it is impossible for me to leave my son
without
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protection in a foreign country. Your Florence
Macarthy is the most delightful creature, and had the
greatest success with us; by the way, you should take into consideration with
your bookseller in London, the profits which accrue to him from the sale of
your works in America, where they are as much sought after as in Europe. This
town is intolerably expensive, quite as much so as Paris; there exists, too, an
esprit de corps, or de
coterie, appalling to strangers,—I mean to woman
strangers, for men are les bien venus
partout; it is quite à
propos that I did not contemplate amusement, or
petits soins during my
séjour, and that I came
seulement par devoir. They
have a custom here parmi les gens de haut ton
prendre à un prix très élevé des étrangers en
pension settlement “pour leur
agrément.” In these genteel boarding-houses there is
no feast to be found, unless it be the feast of reason; the hosts are too spirituels to imagine that their pemionnaires possess a vulgar appetite for
meat and vegetables, tarts and custards, but as I cannot subsist altogether on
the contemplation of la belle Nature,
I have taken a comfortable apartment for six months, en ville, where I hope I
shall get something to eat. La belle nature, Mont
Blanc, le Lac de Gènéve, le beau coucher du soleil, le lever
magnifique de la lune, are in the mouth of every one
here, and paraissant tenir lieu de tout autre
chose. I am writing you all this; my letter will,
perhaps, never reach you. Adieu, my dear friend; tell Sir Charles everything amiable for me, and be
convinced of the sincerity of my affection for you both.
My health is entirely restored, and I am much less
in the genre
larmoyant than when you saw me,—I was so ill, physiquement, that I had not sufficient force to support
les maux morales. I am so
happy that I did not go to Edinburgh; the climate here is finer; living,
although dear enough, cheaper, and the language, French,—more desirable
for my son than English, which he knows; in short, à tout prendre, I am better here than I could
possibly have been in Great Britain. Why do you persist in living in Ireland? I
am sure you would be delightfully circumstanced in any other place.
E. P.
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.