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by Yelena Kopylova


  be thought, was hardly a suitable accompaniment to

  cards.

  When, after Dresden with its fussy state and so-

  lemnity, they embarked on the Elbe for Hamburg, a

  stock passage in the diaries of a charming woman re-

  lates how that other Elliot, who was minister here

  (there was always an Elliot), was pained to the quick

  of his refinement by the noise of Emma and her party;

  how undignified Nelson's excitability appeared to all;

  how Sir William, to prove his nimbleness, " hopped "

  on " his backbone," his legs, star and ribbon " all flying about in the air " ; how he and his friends withdrew shuddering at the shock of such breaches of taste; how

  relieved they were when bated breath was restored,

  and they were quit of these oddities and vulgarities;

  how, when the Nelsonians at last got on board, they

  looked like a troupe of strolling players; how Mrs.

  Cadogan immediately began to cook the Irish stew for

  which her daughter clamoured, while Emma's French

  maid bawled out coarse abuse about forgotten provi-

  sions. Most of this is probably true, but here again

  the point of view needs adjusting. Fastidiousness is

  as movable, and sometimes as unbearable, a term as

  vulgarity, and no doubt the stiff Elliot would have been equally troubled at a violent sneeze, at any undue

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  emphasis whatever, or infringement of etiquette. He

  had, it must be owned, good reason for being shocked

  at Emma's want of manners. But over-nicety has its

  own pitfalls also. There have been people who eat

  dry toast with a knife and fork. There are others

  who shiver at the stir of an unconventional footfall on

  the pile carpets of " culture." At any rate, till now nobody had ever reproached Sir William, a paragon of

  " taste," with violating the semblances of decorum.

  However we may regret Emma's unpolished " coarse-

  ness," at least this is true: blatant and self-assertive or not, she had certainly carried her own life and the

  lives of others in her hand. The daughter of the

  servants' hall had braved crisis without blenching.

  The son of the Foreign Office had of necessity per-

  formed its function of words, and had naturally sacri-

  ficed himself to the comme il faut.

  But if Emma, at bay, thus misbehaved, whither were

  her inmost thoughts wandering?

  She was thinking of how she could carry matters

  through, of what would become of her poor Sir Will-

  iam. She was thinking of Greville's reception, of

  Romney and Hayley and Flaxman, and her old friends.

  And of those new friends which Nelson had promised

  and described to her; of his pious and revered father,

  whose heart must be broken if ever he guessed the

  truth; of his favourite brother Maurice, whose poor,

  blind " wife," beloved and befriended by Nelson till she died, was no more his wedded partner than she was

  Nelson's; of his eldest brother the pompous and

  bishopric-hunting " Reverend," a schemer and a gour-mand, who added the sentimental selfishness of Har-

  old Skimpole to the mock humility of Mr. Pecksniff;

  of that brother's cheery, bustling little wife; of their pet daughter Charlotte, whom the father always styled

  his " jewel " ; of the son already destined for the 329

  navy, and long afterwards designated by Nelson to

  marry Horatia; of his two plain-speaking, plain-living

  sisters sickly Mrs. Matcham with her brood of eight,

  and a husband always absent, ever changing plans and

  abodes; of Mrs. Bolton, more prosperous and more

  ambitious, with the two rather quarrelsome daughters

  for whom she coveted an entry into the world of " deportment " and fashion ; of Davison, the hero's fickle factotum, whom Nelson had already requested to find

  inexpensive lodgings in London. Beckford, the mag-

  nificent, had put his house in Grosvenor Square at the

  disposal of the Hamiltons. It was an offer of self-

  interest, for he was already manoeuvring to rehabilitate himself by bribing his embarrassed kinsman into procuring him a peerage, and the astute Greville suspected

  his generosity from the first. Indeed he wrote to Sir

  Joseph Banks that he had warned his uncle of " consequences," and that he " hoped to put him out of the line of ridicule," even if he could not " help him to the comfort and credit to whi^h his character and good

  qualities entitle him."

  At Vienna Emma had found Nelson yet another fac-

  totum in the person of the interpreter Oliver, who dur-

  ing the next five years was so often to be the de-

  positary of their secret correspondence.

  From Dresden the Nelsonians repaired to Altona,

  from Altona to Hamburg. Their sojourn there was

  the most interesting of all, though it only lasted ten

  days, before the three embarked in the St. George

  packet-boat for London. There Emma, who had met

  the young poet Goethe, now met, and was appreciated

  by, the aged poet Klopstock. There Nelson met, and

  afterwards munificently befriended, the unfortunate

  General Dumouriez. There the Lutheran pastor hast-

  ened many miles to implore the signature of the great

  man for the flyleaf of his Bible. Hamburg was en-

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  raptured over Emma's " Attitudes " and her personality, which called forth an interesting book by a well-

  known author. It was the more enraptured when the

  whole party witnessed a performance at the " German Theatre." Both Emma and Nelson exhibited their

  usual generosity towards the " poor devils " who applied to them. Another and a different experience may

  be also mentioned as indicating how really artless they

  were. A wine merchant of the city hastened to beg

  the hero's acceptance of his offering six bottles of

  the rarest hock, dating from the vintage of 1625.

  Emma was warmly grateful, and urged Nelson to re-

  ceive the present. Nelson took it with the thankful

  compliment that he would drink a bottle of it after

  each future victory, in " honour of the donor." This

  " respectable " wine merchant cannot have been so simple a benefactor as he appeared. Hock one hundred and eighty years old must have been quite un-

  drinkable, and only fit for a museum.

  And Nelson was wondering whether and how his

  wife would greet his arrival. When, on November

  6, they reached Yarmouth, after such a storm that

  only he could force the pilot to land, that wife was

  absent from his enthusiastic welcomers. Amid the

  music, the bunting, the deputations that seized his one

  hand, the offended Fanny was missing. The carriage

  was dragged by the cheerers to the Wrestlers' Inn, be-

  fore which the troops paraded. The whole party

  marched in state churchward to a service of thanks-

  giving; the town was illuminated, his departure was

  escorted by cavalry; but the wife, no longer of his

  bosom, stayed in London with the dear old rector,

  who had hurried up to greet him from Burnham-

  Thorpe. The two days before the capital huzza'd him,

  his route was one triumphal procession. His own

  Ipswich rivalled Yarmouth, and Co
lchester, Ips-

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  wich. But as the acclamations of the countryside rang

  in their ears, a single thought must have possessed the

  minds of Nelson and of Emma the thought of Fanny.

  Nelson entered London in full uniform, with the three

  stars and the two golden medals on his breast. 1 It was

  Sunday a day which witnessed many of the crises in

  his career. They all drove together to Nerot's Hotel

  in King Street, where Greville had already called to

  welcome his uncle, ailing and anxious about his pen-

  sion. While Lady Hamilton disguised her tremor,

  Nelson was left alone with his proud father and the in-

  dignant wife, who had believed, and brooded over,

  every whisper against him even the malicious slan-

  ders of the Jacobins. Joy could not be expected of

  her, but a word of pride in the achievements that had

  immortalised him, and won her the very title which she

  immoderately prized, she might surely have shown.

  Not a soft answer escaped her pinched lips. That

  night must have been one of hot entreaty on the one

  side, and cold recrimination on the other. Her, mind

  was thoroughly poisoned against him. He at once

  presented himself at the Admiralty, just as Hamilton,

  under Greville's tutelage, at once repaired to my Lord

  Grenville in Cleveland Row. Together the three at-

  tended the Lord Mayor's banquet the following night,

  when the sword of honour was presented, after the citi-

  zens of London, like those of Yarmouth, had un-

  horsed the car of triumph and themselves drawn it

  along the streets lined with applauding crowds, to the

  Mansion House. There also Lady Nelson was absent.

  Whether business or ovation detained him, the spectre

  abode in its cupboard. For a time their open breach

  1 Medals were struck to commemorate his return. On one

  side is the medallion ; on the reverse Britannia crowning his vessel with laurels. The legend round runs : " Hail, virtuous hero ! Thy victories we acknowledge, and thy God." And underneath, "Return to England, November 5, 1800."

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  was patched up, but nevertheless the distance between

  them widened. Nelson was to aggravate it by harping

  on Emma's virtues and graces till Fanny sickened at

  her very name. Nor could Emma's early and friendly

  approaches, in which Sir William joined, have been

  expected to bridge it over. 1

  Emma soon resumed her post as his amanuensis, his

  companion, his almoner, his vade mecum. Nelson

  again accompanied the Hamiltons on their speedy visit

  to Fonthill, whose bizarre master desired to compound

  for a peerage with Sir William. Prints exist of the

  postchaise with postilions, flambeaux in hand, driving

  the Nelsonians into the Gothic archway of that fan-

  tastic demesne. Nelson may well have thought, " Que diable allait-il faire dans cette galere ! " Beckford had addressed his invitation to Emma in terms of extravagant flattery, to his " Madonna della Gloria."

  He singled out, too, her performance as Cleopatra for

  critical and special admiration. Yet so insincere was

  he, that some forty years afterwards he not only be-

  littled her beauty to Cyrus Redding, but claimed the

  entire brunt of service to Britain for Hamilton, while

  his ignorance of facts is shown by the egregious errors

  in his account.

  Nelson and Emma were always in evidence together.

  He ordered his wife to appear in public with himself

  and the Hamiltons at the theatre. Emma's sudden

  faintness, and Lady Nelson's withdrawal from their

  1 Cf. a remarkable letter from Lady Hamilton to Lady Nelson.

  It bears no date, but must refer to a time shortly after their return. " I would have done myself the honour of calling on you and Lord Nelson this day, but I am not well nor in spirits.

  Sir William and myself feel the loss of our good friend, the good Lord Nelson. Permit me in the morning to have the

  pleasure of seeing you, and hoping, my dear Lady Nelson, the continuance of your friendship, which will be in Sir William and myself for ever lasting to you and your family." And she closes by Sir William's proffer of any service possible.

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  box with her, gave the wife the first inkling of a

  secret worse even than she had suspected. A violent

  scene is said to have occurred between the two women,

  and Lady Hamilton used to assert that Nelson wan-

  dered about all night in his misery, and presented him-

  self early next morning to implore the comfort and

  the companionship of his friends. Emma and Nelson

  continued all injured innocence. The circumstances

  of Horatia's birth in the January following were to be

  carefully veiled even from Horatia herself; nor were

  they ever proved till some fifty years afterwards, and

  even then generally disbelieved. Henceforward -Nel-

  son and his wife were strangers; further efforts at

  reconciliation failed. By the March of 1801 he had

  provided for and repudiated her. " I have done," he was to write, " all in my power for you, and if I died, you will find I have done the same. Therefore, my

  only wish is to be left to myself, and wishing you every happiness, believe that I am your affectionate Nelson

  and Bronte." On this " letter of dismissal " she endorsed her " astonishment." That astonishment must surely have been strained.

  Without question, sympathy is her due. Without

  question she had been grievously wronged. But her

  bearing, both before she had reason to be convinced of

  the fact and afterwards, was such perhaps as to de-

  crease her deserts. She seems to have been more ag-

  grieved than heart-stricken. From this time forth she

  withdrew completely from every member of his fam-

  ily except Maurice and the good old father. At Bath,

  or in London, she sulked and hugged her grievance,

  her virtue, her money, and her rank. She proceeded

  naturally to babble of the woman who had injured

  her, and the husband of whom she had been despoiled.

  Nelson's brother and sisters, who accepted Emma,

  always entitled her " Tom Tit," nor would they con-334 EMMA, LADY HAMILTON

  cede a grain of true love to her disposition. That she

  was not the helpmeet for a hero was not her fault;

  it was her drawback and misfortune. She failed in

  the temperament that understands temperament, and

  the spirit that answers and applauds. Her piety never

  sought to win back the wanderer. She incensed him

  by desiring even now to rent Shelburne House. She

  caused him to feel " an outcast on shore." While she could have avenged her cause by suing for a divorce,

  she preferred to avenge herself on the culprits by their punishment in being barred from wedlock. After Nelson's death she litigated with his successor.

  This was Emma's doing, and Nelson's. They were

  both pitiless, while the other was implacable. Emma

  could be far tenderer than gentle. She was never a

  gentlewoman, nor was over-delicacy her foible. Her

  " Sensibility " did not extend to her discarded rival, whose very wardrobe she could handle, at Nelson's

  bidding, and retur
n. She rode rough-shod over poor

  Lady Nelson's discomfiture. " Tom Tit," she told Mrs. William Nelson in the next February, " does not come to town. She offered to go down, but was refused. She only wanted to go to do mischief to all

  the great Jove's relations. 'Tis now shown, all her ill

  treatment and bad heart. Jove has found it out."

  It is a sorry, but hardly a sordid spectacle. Rather

  it is, in a sense, volcanic. 1 Here is no barter, no balance of interests or convenience. It is a passionate

  convulsion, which uprooted the wife. I can but vary

  the apophthegm already quoted : " Apologies only try to explain what they cannot undo."

  1 On January 25 following Nelson wrote to her: "Where friendship is of so strong a cast as ours, it is no easy matter to shake it. Mine is as fixed as Mount Etna, and as warm in the inside as that mountain." Morrison MS. 502.

  CHAPTER XI

  FROM PICCADILLY TO " PARADISE " MERTON

  1801

  IT was not long before the Hamiltons were in-

  stalled in a new abode, No. 23 Piccadilly, one of

  the smaller houses fronting the Green Park. Sir

  William had been querulous over the loss of so many

  treasures in the Colossus among them the second ver-

  sion of Romney's " Bacchante," which has never to this day reappeared. Most of their furniture had

  been rifled by French Jacobins. Emma promptly sold

  enough of her jewels to buy furniture for the new

  mansion, and these purchases were afterwards legally

  assigned to her by her husband.

  Among the first visitors to their new home were

  Hayley and Flaxman, whom Emma had eagerly in-

  vited. A letter from the latter to the former com-

  memorates an interesting little scene. As they entered,

  Nelson was just leaving the room. " Pray stop a little, my Lord," exclaimed Sir William; " I desire you to- shake hands with Mr. Flaxman, for he is a man as

  extraordinary, in his way, as you are in yours. Be-

  lieve me, he is the sculptor who ought to make your

  monument." " Is he ? " replied Nelson, seizing his hand with alacrity; "then I heartily wish he may."

  And eventually he did.

  This year was to link her and Nelson for ever. It

  was the year of Horatia's birth, of the Copenhagen

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  victory, of the preliminaries to the acquirement of

  Merton.

  "Sooner shall Britain's sons resign

 

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