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 FIFTY-ONE YEARS
OF VICTORIAN LIFE

BY THE DOWAGER
COUNTESS OF JERSEY

LONDON
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W.
1922

DEDICATED
TO
MY CHILDREN
AND
GRANDCHILDREN

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“What is this child of man that can conquer
Time and that is braver than Love?
Even Memory.”
Lord Dunsany.

Though “a Sorrow’s Crown of Sorrow”

Be “remembering happier things,”
Present joy will shine the brighter
If our morn a radiance flings.

We perchance may thwart the future

If we will not look before,
And upon a past which pains us
We may fasten Memory’s door.

But we will not, cannot, banish

Bygone pleasure from our side,
Nor will doubt, beyond the storm-cloud,
Shall be Light at Eventide.
M. E. J.
 CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
AN EARLY VICTORIAN CHILD
The Duke of Wellington—
Travelling in the Fifties—
Governesses—“Mrs. Gailey”—
Queen Victoria at Stoneleigh—A
narrow escape—Life at Stoneleigh
—Rectors and vicars—Theatricals pp. 1-22

CHAPTER II
A VICTORIAN GIRL
Mentone—Genoa—Trafalgar
veterans—Lord Muncaster and
Greek brigands—The Grosvenor
family—Uncles and aunts—
Confirmation—“Coming out”—
Ireland—Killarney—The
O’Donoghue—Myths and legends pp. 23-
—The giant Benadadda 50

CHAPTER III
MARRIAGE
Fanny Kemble—An old-fashioned
Christmas—A pre-matrimonial
party—Fonthill Abbey—
Engagement—Married to Lord pp. 51-
Jersey 64
 CHAPTER IV
EARLY MARRIED LIFE
Lord Jersey’s mother—In London
—Isola Bella, Cannes—
Oxfordshire neighbours—
Caversfield Church—Life at
Middleton—Mr. Disraeli—Froude
and Kingsley—James Russell
Lowell—T. Hughes and J. R.
Lowell—Mr. Gladstone on
Immortality—Thought-reading—
Tom Hughes and Rugby, pp. 65-
Tennessee—Cardinal Newman 93

CHAPTER V
BERLIN AND THE JUBILEE OF
1887
Sarah Bernhardt—Death of Gilbert
Leigh—In Italy, 1884—Court Ball
in Berlin—The Crown Prince
Frederick—Prince Bismarck—
Conversation with Bismarck—
Bismarck and Lord Salisbury—
Thanksgiving Service—Trials of
Court Officials—The Naval Review
—Knowsley—Apotheosis of the pp. 94-
Queen 121

CHAPTER VI
GHOST STORIES AND TRAVELS
IN GREECE
Lord Halsbury’s ghost story—The
ghostly reporter—A Jubilee
sermon—Marathon—Miss Tricoupi
—Nauplia—The Laurium Mines— pp. 122-
Hadji Petros—Olympia—Zante 140

CHAPTER VII
VOYAGE TO INDIA—HYDERABAD
Mr. Joseph Chamberlain—
Departure for India—Colonel
Olcott and Professor Max Müller—
Sir Samuel Baker—Mahableshwar
—H.H. the Aga Khan—Races at
Hyderabad—H.H. the Nizam of
Hyderabad—Purdah ladies— pp. 141-
Breakfast in a zenana 161

CHAPTER VIII
MADRAS, CALCUTTA, AND
BENARES
Brahmin philosophers—Faith of
educated Hindus—Theosophists
at Adyar—The Ranees of
Travancore—The Princesses of
Tanjore—“The Heart of
Montrose”—The Palace of Madura
—Rous Peter’s Sacred Door—
Loyalty of native Indians—
Passengers on the Pundua—The
Brahmo Somaj—Maharajah of
Benares—Marriages of infants pp. 162-
and widows 187
 CHAPTER IX
NORTHERN INDIA AND JOURNEY
HOME
The Relief of Lucknow—View from
the Kotab Minar—Sekundra and
Futtehpore Sekree—The legend of
Krishna—The Jains—The
Maharajah of Bhownuggar—
Baroda—English as Lingua Franca
—Meditations of a Western
wanderer—An English plum-
pudding—The Greek Royal Family pp. 188-
—Original derivations 211

CHAPTER X
WINDSOR—EGYPT AND SYRIA
Dinner at Windsor—Voyage up
the Nile—Choucry Pasha, Princess
Nazli—The Pigmies—Inn of the
Good Samaritan—The Holy City—
Balbec—Damascus, Lady
Ellenborough—Oriental methods
of trade—Smyrna—
Constantinople—The Selamlik—
The Orient Express—Story of a pp. 212-
picture 239

CHAPTER XI
FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF
AUSTRALIA
War Office red tape—Balmoral— pp. 240-
Farewell to England—Voyage on 265
the Arcadia—The Federation
Convention—The delegates—The
Blue Mountains—Sir Alfred
Stephen—Domestic Conditions—
Correspondence with Lord Derby
—Labour Legislation—The Ex-
Kaiser—Lord Derby’s poem

CHAPTER XII
FURTHER IMPRESSIONS OF
AUSTRALIA—NEW ZEALAND AND
NEW CALEDONIA
Yarrangobilly Caves—Dunedin—
The New Zealand Sounds—Hot
Springs of New Zealand—Huia
Onslow—Noumea—The Governor
of New Caledonia—The Convict
Settlement—Convicts in former pp. 266-
days—Death of Lord Ancram 286

CHAPTER XIII
TONGA AND SAMOA
Tongan ladies—Arrival at Apia—
German plantations—R. L.
Stevenson—King Malietoa—The
Enchanted Forest—King Mataafa
—The Kava Ceremony—A native
dance—Missionaries—Samoan
mythology—Desire for English
protection—Visit from Tamasese—
An Object of Pity—Courage of R. pp. 287-
L. Stevenson 318

CHAPTER XIV
DEPARTURE FROM AUSTRALIA—
CHINA AND JAPAN
Bushrangers—Circumstantial
evidence—The Great Barrier Reef
—Coloured labour—Hong-Kong—
Canton—The Viceroy of Canton—
Japanese scenery—Interview with
the Empress—The Sacred Mirror
of the Sun Goddess—Christianity
in Japan—Daimios of old Japan— pp. 319-
Japanese friends 345

CHAPTER XV
JOURNEY HOME—THE NILE—
LORD KITCHENER
The well-forged link of Empire—
Columbus discovers America—The
Mayor cuts his hair—The pageant
“America”—Back at Osterley—The
dahabyah Herodotus—Escape of
Slatin Pasha—How a King and an
Arab evaded orders—The pp. 346-
Dervishes—Lord Kitchener 368

CHAPTER XVI
DIAMOND JUBILEE AND DEATH
OF QUEEN VICTORIA
Mr. Chamberlain, Colonial
Secretary—The Queen at Temple
Bar—The South African War—
Indian princesses—Lord and Lady
Northcote—The Victoria League— pp. 369-
Mr. Chamberlain’s letter 383
 pp. 385-
Index
392
 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Margaret, Countess of Jersey (photogravure) Frontispiece
After the portrait by Ellis Roberts at Osterley Park.
FACING PAGE

Stoneleigh Abbey 18
The Library, Middleton Park 68
From a photograph by the present Countess of
Jersey.
Middleton Park 68
From a photograph by the present Countess of
Jersey.
Osterley Park 238
From a photograph by W. H. Grove.
Group at Middleton Park, Christmas, 1904 370

FIFTY-ONE YEARS OF VICTORIAN

LIFE
 CHAPTER I

AN EARLY VICTORIAN CHILD

I was born at Stoneleigh Abbey on October 29th, 1849. My father
has told me that immediately afterwards—I suppose next day—I was
held up at the window for the members of the North Warwickshire
Hunt to drink my health. I fear that their kind wishes were so far of
no avail that I never became a sportswoman, though I always lived
amongst keen followers of the hounds. For many years the first
meet of the season was held at Stoneleigh, and large hospitality
extended to the gentlemen and farmers within the Abbey and to the
crowd without. Almost anyone could get bread and cheese and beer
outside for the asking, till at last some limit had to be placed when it
was reported that special trains were being run from Birmingham to
a neighbouring town to enable the populace to attend this sporting
carnival at my father’s expense. He was a splendid man and a
fearless rider while health and strength permitted—rather too
fearless at times—and among the many applicants for his bounty
were men who based their claims to assistance on the alleged fact
that they had picked up Lord Leigh after a fall out hunting. It was
always much more difficult to restrain him from giving than to induce
him to give.
My mother, a daughter of Lord Westminster, told me that from the
moment she saw him she had never any doubt as to whom she
would marry. No wonder. He was exceptionally handsome and
charming, and I believe he was as prompt in falling in love with her
as she confessed to having been with him. An old relative who
remembered their betrothal told me that she knew what was coming
when Mr. Leigh paid £5 for some trifle at a bazaar where Lady
Caroline Grosvenor was selling. The sole reason for recording this is
to note that fancy bazaars were in vogue so long ago as 1848.
My mother was only twenty when she married, and very small and
pretty. I have heard that soon after their arrival at Stoneleigh my
father gave great satisfaction to the villagers, who were eagerly
watching to see the bride out walking, by lifting his little wife in his
arms and carrying her over a wet place in the road. This was typical
of his unfailing devotion through fifty-seven years of married life—a
devotion which she returned in full measure.
I was the eldest child of the young parents, and as my grandfather,
Chandos Lord Leigh, was then alive, our home for a short time was
at Adlestrop House in Gloucestershire, which also belonged to the
family; but my grandfather died and we moved to Stoneleigh when I
was far too young to remember any other home. In those days we
drove by road from one house to the other, and on one occasion my
father undertook to convey my cradle in his dog-cart, in the space
under the back seat usually allotted to dogs. In the middle of a
village the door of this receptacle flew open and the cradle shot out
into the road, slightly embarrassing to a very young man.
About the earliest thing I can recollect was seeing the Crystal Palace
Building when in Hyde Park. I do not suppose that I was taken
inside, but I distinctly remember the great glittering glass Palace
when I was driving with my mother. Of course we had pictures of
the Great Exhibition and heard plenty about it, but oddly enough one
print that impressed me most was a French caricature which
represented an Englishman distributing the prizes to an expectant
throng with words to this effect: “Ladies and Gentlemen, some
intrusive foreigners have come over to compete with our people and
have had the impertinence to make some things better than we do.
You will, however, quite understand that none of the prizes will be
given to these outsiders.” It was my earliest lesson in doubting the
lasting effects of attempts to unite rival countries in any League of
Nations.
THE DUKE OF
WELLINGTON
Somewhere about this time I had the honour of being presented to
the great Duke of Wellington in the long Gallery (now, alas! no
more) at Grosvenor House. I do not remember the incident, but he
was the Hero in those days, and I was told it so often that I felt as if
I could recall it. My father said he kissed me, but my mother’s more
modest claim was that he shook hands.
My parents were each endowed with nine brothers and sisters—i.e.
my father was one of ten who all lived till past middle life, my
mother was one of thirteen of whom ten attained a full complement
of years. Indeed, when my parents celebrated their golden wedding
they had sixteen brothers and sisters still alive. As almost all these
uncles and aunts married and most of them had large families, it will
be readily believed that we did not lack cousins, and the long Gallery
was a splendid gathering-place for the ramifications of the Grosvenor
side of our family. Apart from the imposing pictures, it was full of
treasures, such as a miniature crystal river which flowed when
wound up and had little swans swimming upon it. It was here, later
on in my girlhood, that I saw the first Japanese Embassy to England,
stately Daimios or Samurai in full native costume and with two
swords—a great joy to all of us children.
To go back to early recollections—my next clear impression is of the
Crimean War and knitting a pair of red muffetees for the soldiers.
Plenty of “comforts” were sent out even in those days. Sir George
Higginson once told me that when boxes of miscellaneous gifts
arrived it was the custom to hold an auction. On one occasion
among the contents were several copies of Boyle’s Court Guide and
two pairs of ladies’ stays! So useful! The latter were bestowed upon
the French vivandière. No W.A.A.C.s then to benefit.
After the Crimean War came the Indian Mutiny, and our toy soldiers
represented English and Sepoys instead of English and Russians.
Children in each generation I suppose follow wars by their toys.
Despite the comradeship of English and French in the Crimea, I do
not believe that we ever quite ceased to regard France as the
hereditary foe. A contemporary cousin was said to have effaced
France from the map of Europe; I do not think we were quite so
daring.
In all, I rejoiced in five brothers and two sisters, but the fifth brother
died at fourteen months old before our youngest sister was born. His
death was our first real sorrow and a very keen one. Long before
that, however, when we were only three children, Gilbert, the
brother next to me, a baby sister Agnes, and myself, our
adventurous parents took us to the South of France. I was four
years old at the time and the existence of a foreign land was quite a
new light to me. I well remember running into the nursery and
triumphantly exclaiming, “There is a country called France and I am
going there!”
TRAVELLING IN
THE FIFTIES

My further recollections are vague until we reached Lyons, where the

railway ended and our large travelling carriage brought from England
was put on a boat—steamer, I suppose—and thus conveyed to
Avignon. Thence we drove, sleeping at various towns, until we
reached Mentone, where we spent some time, and I subsequently
learnt that we were then the only English in the place. I think that
my parents were very brave to take about such young children, but I
suppose the experiment answered pretty well, as a year later they
again took Gilbert and me to France—this time to Normandy, where
I spent my sixth birthday, saw the great horses dragging bales of
cotton along the quays at Rouen, and was enchanted with the ivory
toys at Dieppe.
I think that people who could afford it travelled more in former days
than is realised. Both my grandparents made prolonged tours with
most of their elder children. My grandfather Westminster took my
mother and her elder sisters in his yacht to Constantinople and
Rome. My mother well remembered some of her experiences,
including purchases from a Turkish shopkeeper who kept a large cat
on his counter and served various comestibles with his hands, wiping
them between each sale on the animal’s fur. At Rome she told me