My Friends and Acquaintance
Lady Blessington IV
IV.
LADY BLESSINGTON’S POWERS OF CONVERSATION. HER LETTERS TO
P. G. PATMORE.
It was shortly after her return to England that I was personally
introduced to Lady Blessington by a mutual friend, and
my acquaintance with her continued from that time till her departure from England a few
weeks before her death.
At the period of my first introduction to Lady
Blessington, she had just contributed to the New Monthly Magazine (then under the direction of her friend
Sir Edward Bulwer) the “Conversations with Lord Byron,” and they had
obtained her a reputation for literary talent, of which her previous efforts, two slight
works entitled “The Magic
Lanthorn,” and “A Tour
in the Netherlands,” had given little or no promise. But these printed
“Conversations” with Byron, characteristic as they are both of him and of herself, are flat and
spiritless—or rather, marrowless—compared with Lady Blessing-
ton’s own viva voce
conversations of him, one half-hour of which contained more pith and
substance—more that was worth remembering and recording—than the whole octavo volume in
which the printed “Conversations” were afterwards
collected. In fact, talking, not writing, was Lady Blessington’s
forte; and the “Conversations” in question, though
the slightest and least studied of all her numerous productions, was incomparably the best,
because the most consonant, in subject and material, with her intellectual
temperament,—which was fluent and impulsive, rather than meditative or sentimental. After
reading any one of her books (excepting the “Conversations,”) you could not help wondering at the reputation
Lady Blessington enjoyed as the companion, on terms of perfect
intellectual equality, of the most accomplished and brilliant writers, statesmen, and other
celebrities of the day. But the first half-hour of her talk solved the mystery at once. Her
genius lay (so to speak) in her tongue. The pen paralysed it, changing what would otherwise
have been originality into a mere echo or recollection—what would have
awakened and excited the hearer by its freshness and brilliance, into what wearied and put
to sleep the reader by its platitude and common-place. As a novel-writer Lady
Blessington was but a better sort of Lady
Stepney or Lady C— B—. But as a talker
she was a better sort of De Stael—as acute, as
copious, as off-hand, as original, and almost as sparkling, but without a touch of her
arrogance, exigence, or pedantry; and with a faculty for listening that is the happiest and
most indispensable of all the talents that go to constitute a good talker; for any talk
that is not the actual and immediate result of listening, is at once a bore and an
impertinence.
I soon found, on becoming personally acquainted with her, that another of
the attractions which contributed to give Lady
Blessington that unique position in London society which she held for so
many years, and even more exclusively and conspicuously after her husband’s death
than before it, was that strong personal interest which she felt, and did not scruple to
evince, on every topic on which she was called upon to busy herself,
—whether it was the fashion of a cap or the fate of nations. In this her habit of mind
was French rather than English—or rather it was Irish—which is no less demonstrative than
the French, and infinitely more impressible. Of French demonstrations of sudden interest
and goodwill you doubt the sincerity, even while you accept and acknowledge them. They are
the shining small change of society, which you accept for their pleasing aspect, but do not
take the trouble of carrying them away with you, because you know that before you can get
them home they will have melted into thin air. But there was no doubting the cordiality and
sincerity of Lady Blessington, while their outward demonstrations
lasted; which is perhaps all one has any right to require in such matters.
In giving a few extracts from my occasional correspondence with Lady Blessington, I cannot do better than commence them by
one of the notes that I received from her at a very early stage of our acquaintance;
because it will (in my own estimation, at least) exonerate me from the charge of any
unwar-
rantable intrusion on private life in these public notices of
one whose social celebrity at least had acquired a European reputation.
I am not able to call to mind the occasion of the following graceful note,
except that it related to something which had appeared in a newspaper I conducted at that time:—
The Countess of Blessington to P. G.
Patmore.
“Seamore Place, Friday Evening.
“Dear Sir,—I do not think
will —— —— feel any objection to the mention you have made
of him. Of one thing I am quite sure,—which is, that neither he nor I could
mistake the motive of any use made of our names by you.
“I am, indeed, sorry to hear that your connexion with
the —— is coming to a crisis, if that crisis leads to a separation; because I
wish well to the journal, and so
wishing, must desire your continuance in it.
“I have been wishing to see you for some time, and shall
be glad when you can make it convenient to call. I have reason to think that
Mr. —— has been misrepresented to me. But more of this
when we meet.
“Believe me,
“Very sincerely yours,
“M. Blessington.”
The two following letters relate to the subject glanced at in the preceding
one. Circumstances make it proper that I should not dissipate the little mystery that
involves them, further than to say that they refer to one of those literary intrigues which
are met with even in the “best regulated” republic of letters:—
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“Dear Sir,—Since I last saw
you, I have heard nothing on the subject we then talked of. I have not seen the
person who gave me the information I reported to you, and probably shall not
for some weeks or months, as I do not see him often, and in the last six months
have not seen him more than twice or thrice. Of the truth of the intelligence
he gave me I
have not the slightest doubt, as during two
years that I have known him I have never had the least cause to call his
veracity in question, and I believe him incapable of any underhand or
unhandsome conduct. As I know nothing of
one of the
parties, and have had no reason to think favourably of the other, I must give
the preference of belief to the person of whom I entertain a good opinion.
“Believing Mr. —— to be incapable
of deception or misrepresentation, I can see no objection to your seeking an
interview with him, and stating your feelings. Mr. ——, in
seeking a position which he was led to believe you were on the point of losing,
violated no duty to you, as he was neither your friend nor acquaintance; but I
am quite sure he would not seek the position had he not
been assured that you are to leave it; and I am equally sure that he never
addressed himself to Mr. —— on the
subject, but that it was proposed to him by his friends,
who represented themselves as being in Mr. ——’s
confidence.
“I have now told you all I know. * * *
“I shall be glad to see you, to talk over more fully
your future prospects, and remain,
“Dear sir, very sincerely yours,
“M. Blessington.”
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“Seamore Place, Monday Night.
“Dear Sir,—I agree with you in believing that the whole
story was a plot got up by the contemptible family in question, and that
Mr. ——, who is, as far as I have had an opportunity of
judging, an honourable well-intentioned young man, was the dupe of it.
“I wish, as an act of justice, to impress on your mind
that Mr. —— behaved in the whole affair in a very
gentlemanly manner; and it will give me pleasure to say as much for
Mr ——. * * * * *
“I have such a dread of even the most remote contact
with plotters and intriguantes, that
I bless my stars I am no longer exposed to the vulgar observations of the
persons who have already made free with my name. It will be my own fault if,
after the experience I have lately had, I commit myself again.
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I shall be glad to hear
that you are going on amicably, and, always anxious to be of use to you,
“Believe me, dear sir, sincerely yours,
The following notes relate to the same early period of my acquaintance with
their writer. I make no apology for the seeming egotism of not expunging the personal
compliments to myself which these and other of Lady
Blessington’s notes contain, because my object in these Recollections
is to mark the intellectual character and habits of the writer: and nothing does this more
than little points of this nature.
The Countess of Blessington to P. G.
Patmore.
“Seamore Place, Sept. 10.
“Dear Sir,—I have this moment received a very beautiful
volume entitled ‘The Album
Wreath,’ and beg you will do me the favour of making my
acknowledgment to Mr. Francis, whose
address I do not know. The present is enhanced, from the
circumstance of its coming to me through the medium of yourself, of whose
health and prosperity it will always give me pleasure to hear.
“Believe me, dear Sir,
“Very sincerely yours,
“Marguerite Blessington.”
The following note marks one of Lady
Blessington’s favourite studies—that of genealogy:—
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“Seamore Place, Wednesday.
“Dear Sir,—A great mistake has crept into the notice of
the death of Captain Lock.* He is stated
to have been the grandson of the Duke of
Leinster. This was not the case. The mother of Captain
Lock was Miss Jennings,
daughter of the celebrated Dog Jennings—so-called from having brought to this
country the famous marble known as
* The singularly beautiful William Lock, of Norbury Park, who was drowned in the
Lake of Como, in sight of his newly-wedded bride. |
the Dog of Alcibiades. The
brother of Captain Lock’s father, the late
Charles Lock, Esq., married
Miss Ogilvie, daughter of the
Duchess Dowager of Leinster. You have no idea how
much importance people attach to such trifles as these, which after all are of
no consequence. I happen to have so very numerous an acquaintance that I am
au fait of genealogies—a
stupid, but sometimes useful knowledge.
“I shall be glad to see you when you have leisure, and
remain,
“Dear Sir, very sincerely yours,
“M. Blessington.”
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“Seamore Place, Monday Evening.
“Dear Sir,—By mistake I
directed my note of Monday morning to Camden Hill instead of Craven Hill Have
you got it?
“The forthcoming dissection of my ‘Conversations,’
announced, is said to be from the pen of Mr.
——; and I think it not unlikely, for he is a reckless person who
has
nothing to lose, and who, if common fame speaks true,
is a man
‘Who dares do more than may become a man,’ |
or a gentleman, at least. Having been at Genoa while we were there, he is
probably hurt at not being named in the ‘Conversations.’ But the truth is,
Byron fought so shy of admitting the acquaintance to us, though
we knew it existed, that I could say nought but what must have been offensive
to his feelings had I named him.
“It was one of the worst traits in Byron, to receive persons in private, and then
deny the acquaintance to those whom he considered might disapprove of it. This
was in consequence of that want of self-respect which was his bane, but which
was the natural consequence of the attacks he had experienced, acting on a very
irritable and nervous constitution.
“I have letters from Naples up to the 2nd. Lord Bentinck died there on that day, and is
succeeded in his title and fortune by his brother, Mr.
Hill, who has been our minis-
ter at Naples
since 1825 up to the appointment of
Lord
Ponsonby.
“Very sincerely yours,
“M. Blessington.”
I will now give a few extracts from my later epistolary intercourse with
Lady Blessington; the object I have in view in the
choice of them being, like all the rest of these Recollections, to mark those features of
her intellectual character which cannot be gathered from her published writings.
Though Lady Blessington’s
poetical talents were not above mediocrity, she had a fine perception and an enthusiastic
admiration of the poetical faculties of others, and never missed an opportunity of
testifying her feelings.
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“Gore House, June 14, 1844.
“My dear Mr. Patmore,—I
congratulate you on the charming poems of your son. They are indeed beautiful, and as fresh and original as
beautiful. My friend Mr.
Procter had prepared me for something
charming, but these poems, I confess, surpass my expectations, although they
were greatly raised. I hope you will make me personally acquainted with the
young poet when you and he have leisure. Believe me,
“My dear Mr.
Patmore,
“Very sincerely yours,
“M Blessington.”
The note below refers to an inquiry I had been led to make relative to a
criticism on “Chatsworth,” said to have been written by Lady
Blessington, and attributing that work to my esteemed friend Mr. Plumer Ward, who had requested me to learn, if
possible, whether the graceful and gratifying things said of him in the critique in
question were really written by her.
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“Gore House, July 6, 1844.
“My dear Mr. Patmore,—I have
no interest whatever in the —— ——
beyond that of wishing it may prove a successful
speculation to the owner, the
Baroness de
Calabrella, who is an acquaintance of mine. I have never written
a notice of any book in the paper; and a few paragraphs of fashionable
movements, communicated to the baroness at her earnest request, and without any
remuneration, have been the extent of my aid to the paper.
“With a fervent admiration of Mr. Plumer Ward, be assured that, had an occasion offered, I
should have expressed it. Believe me,
“My dear Mr. Patmore,
“Very truly yours,
“M. Blessington.”
Few readers will expect to find a work like Jerrold’s Magazine lying on the gilded tables of Gore
House. But the following note will show that Lady
Blessington’s sympathies extended to all classes:—
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“My dear Mr. Patmore,—I have
been reading with great interest and pleasure your ‘Recollections’ of Hazlitt. They are full of
fine tact and perception, as well as a healthy philosophy. I wish all men of
genius had such biographers—men who, alive to their powers of mind, could look
with charity and toleration on their failings. Your ‘Recollections’
of him made me very sad, for they explained much that I had not previously
comprehended in his troubled life. How he must have suffered!
“What a clever production ‘Jerrold’s Magazine’ is, and how
admirable are his own contributions! Such writings must effect good.
“Very sincerely yours,
“M. Blessington.”
The following little bit of domestic history refers to a matter (the
relinquishment of her house in St. James’s Square by the Wyndham Club) which reduced
Lady Blessington’s income by five hundred a
year. It may be here proper to remark that nothing could be more erroneous than the
impressions which generally prevailed as to the supposed extravagance of Lady
Blessington in her equipage, domestic arrangements, &c. There were few
more careful or methodical housekeepers, and probably no one ever
made a given income go further than she did,—not to mention the constant literary industry
she employed in increasing it.
The Countess of Blessington to P. G. Patmore.
“Gore House, Saturday, April 15.
“My dear Mr. Patmore,—The
house in St. James’s Square has been resigned by me to the executors of
Lord Blessington, Messrs.
Norman and Worthington, North
Frederick Street, Dublin. They may be written to. Another party is in treaty
for the house—a Sir W. Boyd; so that if
your friend wishes to secure it, no time should be lost. There are about four
years of the lease to expire. The rent paid for the house is 840l. a year, unfurnished and exclusive of taxes. The
Wyndham Club paid 1350l. for it furnished. The furniture
is now in a bad state, and the executors would let it either with or without
the furniture, for the whole term, for little more than the rent they pay.
“I regret exceedingly to hear that you
have been unwell, and shall have great pleasure in an
opportunity of judging that your health is quite re-established, whenever you
have time to call at Gore House.
“Believe me, dear Mr.
Patmore,
“Very sincerely yours,
“M. Blessington.”
Sir William Boyd (1802 c.-1874)
A graduate of Edinburgh University, he was a writer and physician, knighted in 1833,
author of
A History of Literature, 4 vols (1843).
Lady Charlotte Susan Maria Bury [née Campbell] (1775-1861)
Scottish novelist, daughter of John Campbell, fifth duke of Argyll; in 1791 she married
John Campbell of Shawfield and Islay (1796) and in 1818 Edward John Bury; she was
lady-in-waiting to Queen Caroline (1809) and published
Diary illustrative
of the Times of George IV (1838). Thomas Creevey described her as “a very handsome
woman and somewhat loose.”
Catherine, Baroness de Calabrella [née Ball] (1788 c.-1856)
The sister of the dandy Edward “Golden Ball” Hughes (d. 1863), she was
unhappily married to the Rev. Francis Lee (d. 1826); she was a writer, adventurer,
publisher, and friend of the Countess of Blessington.
Henry Colburn (1785-1855)
English publisher who began business about 1806; he co-founded the
New
Monthly Magazine in 1814 and was publisher of the
Literary
Gazette from 1817.
James Fitzgerald, first duke of Leinster (1722-1773)
Irish magnate and politician, the son of Robert Fitzgerald, nineteenth earl of Kildare;
in 1747 he married Lady Emily Lennox, daughter of the second duke of Richmond.
John Francis (1811-1882)
He was from 1831 the publisher and business agent for the Athenaeum, and with Sir Rowland
Hill a supporter of the Sunday School movement.
Charles John Gardiner, first earl of Blessington (1782-1829)
The son of Luke Gardiner, first Viscount Mountjoy, educated at Eton. After a second
marriage to Lady Blessington in 1818 he traveled on the Continent with his wife and Count
D'Orsay, residing in Naples and Paris.
Marguerite Gardiner, countess of Blessington [née Power] (1789-1849)
After a separation from a first husband in 1818 she married the Earl of Blessington; they
traveled on the Continent, meeting Byron in 1822; her best-known work,
Journal of Conversations with Lord Byron, originally appeared in the
New Monthly Magazine (1832-33).
William Hazlitt (1778-1830)
English essayist and literary critic; author of
Characters of
Shakespeare's Plays (1817),
Lectures on the English Poets
(1818), and
The Spirit of the Age (1825).
Thomas Noel Hill, second baron Berwick (1770-1832)
The son of the first baron (d. 1789); he was educated at Jesus College, Cambridge and in
1812 married 1812 he married Sophia Dubochet, sister of the notorious Harriette Wilson. He
died childless in Naples.
William Noel- Hill, third baron Berwick (1773-1842)
English diplomat and book-collector; he was envoy to Sardinia from 1807 to 1824 and
minister at Naples before he succeeded to the title in 1832.
Cecilia Margaret Lock [née Ogilvie] (1775-1824)
The daughter of Emily FitzGerald, duchess of Leinster and her second husband William
Ogilvie; in 1795 she married Charles Lock, consul-general in Naples (1798-1803).
Charles Lock (1770-1804)
The second son of William Lock of Norbury Park (1732-1810); he was British consul-general
in Naples during the Neapolitan Revolution of 1799.
Elizabeth Lock [née Jennings] (1781-1846)
The daughter of the art collector Henry Constantine (Dog) Jennings (1731-1819); in 1800
she married the painter and connoisseur William Lock.
William Lock (1804-1832)
Of Norbury Park, son of the painter of the same name (1867-47), a handsome captain in the
Life Guards, he was also a painter and published
Illustrations of the
Works of Lord Byron (1831) before drowning in Lake Como.
Thomas Medwin (1788-1869)
Lieutenant of dragoons who was with Byron and Shelley at Pisa; the author of
Conversations of Lord Byron (1824) and
The Life of
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 2 vols (1847).
Peter George Patmore [Tims] (1786-1855)
English writer and friend of Charles Lamb and Leigh Hunt; an early contributor to
Blackwood's, he was John Scott's second in the fatal duel, editor of
the
Court Journal, and father of the poet Coventry Patmore.
John Ponsonby, viscount Ponsonby (1770 c.-1855)
The son of William Brabazon Ponsonby, first Baron Ponsonby (d. 1806); he was a Whig MP
for Galway Town (1801-02); when not having affairs with Lady Jersey and Harriette Wilson he
pursued a career as a diplomat.
Bryan Waller Procter [Barry Cornwall] (1787-1874)
English poet; a contemporary of Byron at Harrow, and friend of Leigh Hunt and Charles
Lamb. He was the author of several volumes of poem and
Mirandola, a
tragedy (1821).
Germaine de Staël (1766-1817)
French woman of letters; author of the novel
Corinne, ou L'Italie
(1807) and
De l'Allemagne (1811); banned from Paris by Napoleon, she
spent her later years living in Germany, Britain, and Switzerland.
Lady Catherine Stepney [née Pollok] (1778-1845)
Silver-fork novelist; after the death of her first husband, Russell Manners, she married
Sir Thomas Stepney, ninth baronet, groom of the bedchamber to the Duke of York.
Robert Plumer Ward (1765-1846)
Educated at Christ Church, Oxford, and the Inner Temple; he was Tory MP for Cockermouth
(1802-06) and Haslemere (1807-23) and the author of three novels.
New Monthly Magazine. (1814-1884). Founded in reaction to the radically-inclined
Monthly Magazine,
the
New Monthly was managed under the proprietorship of Henry
Colburn from 1814 to 1845. It was edited by Thomas Campbell and Cyrus Redding from
1821-1830.