Lady Elizabeth Foster was a vivid diarist of the Nelsonian period. She was the daughter of the eccentric Earl of Bristol, a friend and admirer of both Nelson and Emma when they were in Italy. Lady Elizabeth, having escaped a sadistic husband, lived in a ménage a trois with the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire. Her son by the Duke, known as Clifford, served with Nelson and she was always grateful to Nelson for his kindness to him.
These entries from Lady Elizabeth’s diary paint a vivid picture of the news of Trafalgar and Nelson’s death as it was received by her – not only an admirer of Nelson but also an anxious mother with a son serving in Nelson’s fleet – and also by others such as Marsden, who had received the Trafalgar dispatch at the Admiralty.
November 6th 1805
This day will ever be memorable for the greatest victory, and the greatest loss this country ever knew. Nelson, dear, dear Nelson, is no more. Great, gallant and generous Nelson – no, no words, no expressions can give any idea of the effect of this beloved hero’s death.’
She was reading Herodotus with Caroline [her daughter by the Duke] in the gallery at Chiswick when the Duchess came to her, looking so pale that she thought she was ill, and asked, ‘Will you come with me to London?’ ‘Certainly, Bess answered, ‘but what has happened?’ ‘A great victory, but – ‘ ‘From Cadiz?’ ‘Yes – it is great news, but poor Nelson..’ Her voice faltered. ‘Oh, good God!’ cried Bess. ‘Yes,’ said the Duchess, ‘he is killed, I am afraid.’
‘I flew upstairs. My heart bled for Nelson, but sickened at the thought of the ‘Tigre’ [her son, Clifford’s ship] having been in action.
We soon set out. Hartington [the Duke’s heir] went with us. There was a look of gloom in the streets. At the Admiralty, there was a crowd but exaltation was lost in sorrow. We got out and in extreme agitation asked where we might enquire. A man came up with the utmost civility and said he would show us; then, looking at the Duchess, he said to the Duchess, ‘Your Grace, Mr Spenser [her nephew] was not in the action.’ Those few words took a load off our minds. We went to Marsden’s room. He soon came in, looking quite wretched. The ‘Tigre’ he said was sent with Admiral Louis on other service. ‘The victory is great, but – ‘ ‘Then Nelson is killed?’ we said. ‘He is indeed, ma’am,...' ‘Did he say anything?’ ‘Yes, he lived two hours, sent his congratulations to Admiral Collingwood on the victory, and died.’ Mr Marsden seemed quite overcome, for Nelson was his friend.
As we came down, a rush of people came into the Hall, but no sound of joy or triumph was heard. When F.F. [Elizabeth’s son, Frederick Foster] took the news to the d. [Duke] he hardly believed him, and when the Duchess and I came back he could talk of nothing else – first anxiously about the ‘Tigre’ - the papers came after, and the Duchess read them to us at dinner. …. a Public Mourning is recommended and in a way to allow of all people wearing it – by a black scarf or rosette, so that all may with ease procure it to themselves.’
From’ Dearest Bess: the Life and Times of Lady Elizabeth Foster, afterwards Duchess of Devonshire, from her unpublished journals and correspondence’, by Dorothy Margaret Stuart. (Methuen, 1955) I’m grateful to Mira for recommending this book. It is a wonderful insight into the age through the eyes of an intelligent, well-informed and well-connected woman.
_________________ Anna
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