Hester Lynch Thrale Piozzi

Michael John Franklin

• Publisher: University of Wales Press
• Year: 2020
• Print ISBN: 9781786835406
• eBook ISBN: 9781786835420
• Edition: 1
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Literary Biographies
• Index: Literature

This is the first biography to foreground the importance of Hester Lynch Piozzi's Welsh heritage throughout her long life. Born in an obscure Caernarvonshire plwyf, the salonnière of Streatham was finally laid to rest in Tremeirchion church in the Vale of Clwyd. It has been observed how infrequently eighteenth-century Welsh writers long resident in England continued to identify strongly with their homeland, but Hester was mortified at the failure of her brewer husband Henry Thrale, and of her mentor Dr Samuel Johnson, to appreciate the beauties of Wales. Her second husband, however, musician Gabriel Piozzi, was so enamoured that he proposed residing there. A newly-found confidence inspired Hester to write in middle-age, and her daringly personal biography (1786) and edition of Johnson's letters (1788) were runaway bestsellers. Her travel book (1789), recounting her love affair with her husband's homeland in Italy, whose landscape reminded her so much of Wales, engaged the reader for the first time as an intimate acquaintance.

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Hester Lynch Salusbury: ‘a thousand pretty Tricks, […] a Thousand pretty Stories and […] a Thousand pretty Verses’

A failed adventure park three miles west of Pwllheli – ‘Bodvel Hall means a fun day out for the family, with an Animal Farmyard, […]’ – was the birthplace of our writer of Wales. In the sixteenth century, Bodvel had been the home of a real adventurer, John Wynn, who used Ynys Enlli as a piratical base while employed as County Commissioner for the Suppression of Piracy. But by 1739 it had become haven to a young couple whose marriage reinforced the familial ties between the Salusburys of Bachegraig and Lleweni and the Cottons of Combermere. Tall, dark and handsome, with a quick wit and a quicker temper, John Salusbury was himself something of an adventurer. Although in many ways a gigolo and sponger par excellence, his thoughtful generosity was acknowledged by his kinsman Thomas Pennant, whose love of natural history was first stimulated by Salusbury’s gift of Francis Willoughby’s Ornithology (1678).¹ John’s cousin and wife, Hester Maria, was ‘for all personal and mental Excellence the most accomplished’ and virtuous of women, with the most beautifully piercing eyes.² She was the toast of the Denbigh Assembly Rooms, but, hopelessly fascinated by him, had married for love. However, the relationship of this spirited couple was strained and tempestuous. Hester’s daughter would later describe it as physically abusive:

for a Woman to contend with a Man She is shut up with at a Distance from Society, where the natural Roughness of the Sex is not restrained; & Gallantry can obtain no Reputation; is so dangerous, that I wonder almost how She escaped with her Life […] after several Miscarriages from Frights, Contests, Falls &c my Mother did produce a live Child. (Thraliana, 1: 281)

‘After two or three dead things’, our Welsh writer, Hester Lynch Salusbury, was born alive on 16 January 1741. Her arrival changed everything; as she herself realized: ‘Now they had a Centre of Unity in their Offspring.’ While Bodfel Hall, the converted gatehouse of a grand Renaissance-style mansion never brought to completion, continually reminded her parents of their hopes for better things, the enfant gâté of the gatehouse began her career of charming others. As our writer reflected over thirty years later:

My Mother nursed up her Infant Daughter my simple Self, to play a thousand pretty Tricks, & tell a Thousand pretty Stories and repeat a Thousand pretty Verses to divert Papa at his Return. Rakish Men seldom make tender Fathers, but a Man must Fondle something, and Nature pleads her own Cause powerfully when a little Art is likewise used to help it forward. (Thraliana, 1: 281)

The growing Hester early perfected her powers of pleasing and performing. With much of the Salusbury property mortgaged, money was a perennial problem, and genteel poverty encouraged her parents to use Hester’s precocious charms to gain an inheritance. Their daughter not only became the focus of their love, but the centre of their intellectual and financial aspirations: ‘I was their Joynt Play Thyng, & although Education was a Word then unknown, as applied to Females, they had taught me to read, & speak, & think, & translate from the French, till I was half a Prodigy’.³

Selling up their household goods at Bodfel, the family briefly lived with Hester’s childless maternal uncle, Sir Robert Salusbury Cotton, at Lleweni Hall, a truly palatial Elizabethan mansion in the beautiful Denbighshire vale of Clwyd. Suits of armour and heraldic hatchments ‘struck my infant eyes with wonder and delight’, intensifying Hester’s fascination with her own genealogy. She imbibed the romance of Salusbury descent from Adam of Salzburg, son of the Duke of Bavaria, rewarded with Lleweni for his service to William the Conqueror, and of Sir John Salusbury y Bodiau, whose two thumbs on each hand helped him slay a white lioness (‘llewen’) in the Tower of London, a feat celebrated by the lion rampant argent device on his shield. Sat est prostrasse leoni (It is enough to have conquered a lion) was the family motto and perhaps an appropriate one for a future literary lioness. Hester’s parents were both descended from Catrin of Berain, ‘Mam Cymru’ (‘Mother of Wales’), whose first husband was yet another John Salusbury, and whose four marriages intermingled the bluest blood of north Wales.

Sir Robert proved a doting uncle, nicknaming Hester ‘Fiddle’ on account her restless mental and physical energy. Hester records a tête-à-tête conversation between five- and fifty-two-year-old lions beneath the armorials of the Old Hall:

‘Come now, dear,’ said he, ‘that we are quite alone, tell me what you expected to see here at Llewenney.’ ‘I expected,’ replied I, ‘to see an old baronet.’ ‘Well, in that your expectation is not much disappointed; but why did you think of such stuff?’ ‘Why just because papa and mamma was always saying to me and to one another at Bodvel, what the old baronet would think of this and that: they did it to frighten me I see now; but I thought to myself that kings and princes were but men, and God made them you know, Sir, and they made old baronets.’ (Autobiography, 2: 11).

Sir Robert was delighted with his niece, but could not brook his brother-in-law’s proud sensitivities. When it was suggested that the latter might apply for a colonial post, leaving his wife and daughter in the security of Lleweni: ‘“No, no, Sir Robert,” was the haughty answer, “if I go for a soldier, your sister shall carry the knapsack, and the little wench may have what I can work for.”’ John Salusbury had burnt his boats and though Sir Robert offered them the use of his grand house in Albemarle Street and there were promises of a £10,000 bequest for Hetty in the baronet’s will, the family had to leave for London. There, Hester Lynch captivated the Duke and Duchess of Leeds, honing her performance skills while fed dramatic lines and delicious sweetmeats on David Garrick’s lap, and being taught Satan’s speech to the sun from Paradise Lost by James Quin, England’s leading actor. She recalled viewing the solar eclipse of 14 July 1748 ‘thro’ smok’d Glasses’, but the following month saw the eclipse of her parents’ rose-tinted expectations: Sir Robert Salusbury Cotton died intestate, everything went to his younger brother, the eccentric fourth baronet, Sir Lynch Salusbury Cotton, MP for Denbighshire, and Hester had lost her first chance of acquiring heiress status.

In the following year the proud and restless John Salusbury set out to repair the family fortunes as part of Lord Halifax’s expedition to Nova Scotia, having received the impressive-sounding post of ‘Register and Receiver of His Majesty’s Rents’ through the influence of his friend Dr Edward Crane, prebendary of Westminster. He lamented at the quayside: ‘My Dear Love, To live an Individual— not thought of by any body—Is of all Others, the Most Forelorne State: and, Except Thy Dear Self, Wife, I am the Very Man’.⁴ Constantly apprehensive concerning threats to the settlement from the Indians and the French, his journal reveals the self-pity Hester remembered thirty years later:

My Father was a Man of quick Parts, much Gentleman like Literature, and a Vein of humour very diverting and seemingly inexhaustible: his Conversation was showy however, not solid; few Men were ever more certain to please at Sight; but though his Talk did not consist in telling Stories, it fatigued his Hearers, who as he was not rich—made no Ceremony of letting him see it. His Sensibility—quickened by Vanity & Idleness was keen beyond the Affectation of any other Mortal, and threw him into Hypocondriack Disorders in spite of a Manly Vigorous Person, & of a Constitution eminently strong: his Affections and Aversions were proportionably violent—he adored his Wife, he doated on his Brother, and his anxious Tenderness for me would often pass the Bounds of common or of uncommon Attention. (Thraliana, 1: 127)

Mother and child lived on an £125 annuity, at Mrs Butler’s, a Catholic mantua-maker in Great Queen Street, or with Mrs Haynes, a Methodist milliner in St James’s Square. Hester later recalled that her mother’s steely resolve ‘to live upon Air if possible’, or at least on vegetables and water, was impairing her health, but significantly she never touched wine on any occasion. Summer brought invitations from Sir Lynch Salusbury Cotton at Lleweni, or joyous holidays with ‘my own Dear Grandmamma’, Philadelphia Lynch Cotton, at East Hyde in Berkshire. Hester recalled:

I was kicking my heels on a corn binn, and learning to drive of the old coachman; who, like every body else, small and great, delighted in taking me for a pupil. Grandmamma kept four great ramping warhorses, chevaux entiers, for her carriage, with immense long manes and tails, which we buckled and combed; and when, after long practice, I showed her and my mother how two of them (poor Colonel and Peacock) would lick my hand for a lump of sugar or fine white bread, much were they amazed; much more when my skill in guiding them round the courtyard on the break could no longer be doubted or denied, though strictly prohibited for the future. (Autobiography, 2: 15–16)

Mother and daughter were frequent visitors to their neighbours at Offley Park just over the border in Hertfordshire: Sir Henry Penrice, a widower and Judge of the High Court of Admiralty, and his highly educated daughter Anna Maria both delighted in the company of the two Hettys. The fearless equestrienne acquired another sobriquet: ‘little Spright on Account I guess of my Activity and Paleness’ (Thraliana, 1: 291). Hester’s uncle, Dr Thomas Salusbury, who had been given power of attorney to transact all her father’s affairs in his absence, visited East Hyde. One day, ‘bursting out into Tears of Joy [he] took my Mother suddenly in his Arms & kissed her—told her that he was to be married to Miss Penrice the Heiress of Offley’ (Thraliana, 1: 292). Sir Henry retired, Thomas succeeded him as Admiralty Judge with its accompanying knighthood, and married Anna Maria on 20 November 1751.

With the return of her father on leave from Nova Scotia, ‘all was Gayety, Transport, & Frenzy of Enjoyment’, but his Flintshire agent, Edward Bridges reported that Salusbury credit had ‘sunk down to the Lowest Ebb’. With no immediate cash forthcoming from Offley and Lord Halifax urging him to return to Nova Scotia with new instructions for the governance of the colony, John reluctantly complied. He set sail again on the Jason with the new governor, Peregrine Hopson, on 7 June 1752 in an angry mood. By the time they reached Madeira he had quarrelled with Hopson, and he stupidly wrote home with the needless information that ‘he had fought a Duel at Madera with Capn [James] Young of the Sphinx, for showing Hopson (whom he hated)—more Civilities than him’. Having briefly mentioned his regret at their separation, John continued to vent his spleen, this time upon his brother: ‘how his Estate was frittering away thro’ Sir Thomas’s Management who was minding nothing but his Wife [Anna Maria]’. On receiving this letter Hester Maria simply communicated John’s uneasiness to Sir Thomas, who in early March 1753 successfully petitioned the Board of Trade to allow his return to settle his private affairs.

His capable wife and ‘miserable dog’ of a brother had coolly sorted everything out, but – like the petulant overgrown child he was – ‘He came home gloriously out of humour; said there was no need to have taken from him his Estate & his place too’ (Thraliana, 1: 294). Much had happened in his absence: Sir Henry Penrice’s death on the 10 August 1752 had placed Sir Thomas in command of a fortune which the newspapers reported as ‘upwards of One Hundred and Fifty Thousand Pounds’. John found his wife and daughter comfortably lodged in Jermyn Street and preparing for a move to a house in Dean Street where they kept a manservant and two maids. The reunion he had longed for was achieved, and his little family ‘might have been very happy, if my Father’s violent Temper had not put peace & Quietness out of the Question’. Daily young Hester was learning from her mother feminine skills which she would draw upon throughout her life, the chief of which was how to soothe thin-skinned male egos.

Earlier lessons learnt at Lleweni and practised to perfection on Sir Robert Cotton ensured success as Hester now exerted her charm upon Sir Thomas and Lady Anna Maria Salusbury. Mother and daughter were frequently installed at the commodious seventeenth-century brick manor house of Offley Park, and Anna Maria, ‘a Woman of extensive Acquirements’ grew to love Hester ‘as her own Daughter and destined Heiress’.⁵ Anna Maria thought it a ‘pity I should not learn Latin, Italian, and even Spanish, in all of which she was conversant’ (Autobiography, 2: 17). The pupil was eager and not averse to obtaining patronage:

And now I was set to learn Italian to flatter Lady Salusbury who was an Adept in that Language; & I used to write her Letters in it, and make long Translations, Dedicating them to her, forsooth, for which, tho’ people said She was covetous, I never missed my Reward. Indeed She was extremely kind & Indulgent to me, gave me fine Silks, Pearls and a thousand Things. (Thraliana, 1: 295)

In the learning of Spanish, the manipulation of Hester’s education to coincide with Anna Maria’s interests emerges with greater clarity. Her aunt was a woman of great piety and had been greatly moved by the Lisbon earthquake of All Saints’ Day 1755. Hester’s ‘mother, who was particularly fond of Spanish literature, made me translate a sermon in that language, written and preached in the Jewish synagogue at London by Isaac Netto,—whose name is all I can bring back to mind,—and dedicate it to my dear aunt, Anna Maria Salusbury’ (Autobiography, 2: 17–18). Nieto’s sermon, preached at the Bevis Marks synagogue on 6 February 1756, the Day of Fasting and Humiliation appointed by the government to mark this ominous visitation of providence, might seem strong stuff for a girl of fifteen. Opening with a Ta’anit text stressing the need for repentance and good works and a quotation from Deuteronomy 10:16: ‘Circumcise therefore the Fore-skin of your Hearts, and be no more Stiff-necked’, Nieto did not rule out ‘natural Causes for Earthquakes’, but argued that God is ‘the effective Causes of all Causes’, and the trembling of the earth should be read as a terrible warning.⁶ The sermon made a huge impact upon the young translator, far beyond the ‘set of pearl and garnet ornaments’ with which she was rewarded for her efforts.⁷ Throughout her life Hester was fascinated by earthquakes, their physical causes and their place within the apocalyptic nightmares of millenarianism; her moving interview with a woman survivor of the 1783 Messina earthquake, published in her Observations, turned fashionable travel writing into documentary journalism, earning her a place in the history of women in science.⁸

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Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Copyright Page
• Contents
• Acknowledgements
• List of illustrations
• 1 Hester Lynch Salusbury: ‘a thousand pretty Tricks, [ …] a Thousand pretty Stories and […] a Thousand pretty Verses’
• 2 The Two Hesters ‘have murder’d Peace & Happiness at Home’
• 3 The Arrivals of Queeney and the Great Cham
• 4 Hester Brewster, or, ‘Women have a manifest Advantage over Men in the doing Business’
• 5 ‘Like a Rocket She rises, and leaves us to Stare’
• 6 ‘To revise my past Life, & resolve upon a new one’
• 7 ‘To hie home and dye like a Hare upon the old Farm, near the Place I was kindled at’
• 8 ‘Each bold Cambrio Briton’s a Stranger to Fear’
• Notes
• Bibliography
• Back Cover