The memoir of Mary Elizabeth Lucy, the mistress of
Charlecote Park, a fine old Elizabethan house now in the care of the National
Trust, gives the modern-day reader a glimpse into the education and courting of
a Welch heiress during the Regency period.
The
daughter of Sir John and Lady Margaret Williams of Biddlewyddan, Mary Elizabeth
was born in 1803, and in her eighties set down her remembrances for her
grandchildren.
Her childhood
centered around piety and strict discipline. When she was very young, her
grandmother taught her prayers, and after her grandmamma died, her pious mother
undertook her religious instruction.
The
children—there were eight in all—were taken care of by a nurse in their early
years. "Whenever we were naughty," Mary Elizabeth writes, "she
used to say a witch would come and take us through the window."
The nurse
wasn't all frights. She slept in the nursery with the children, and it
delighted them to climb in her four-post bed once she vacated it in the
mornings, and they would draw the curtains and have a game of romps, where they
would knock each other down with pillows. Their old nurse was devoted to the
children throughout her life.
Throughout
her children, Mary Elizabeth would read Scripture to the illiterate nurse who
doted upon her.
Long, rough schooldays
When Mary
Elizabeth's younger brother went off to school, a governess was brought in for
the girls. Lessons began at six each morning in summer and seven in winter. If
she was late, she had to forfeit a penny. At eight, they broke for breakfast
which consisted of a bowl of bread and milk.
Her
governess was very strict. If Mary Elizabeth missed even a single word in a
page of history memorization or in a poem, she would be locked in the
schoolroom closet where the exercise books—and the governess's loaf of
bread—were kept. This terrified Mary Elizabeth because mice, attracted to the
bread, made their home within the dark closet.
The
children had a half-holiday on Saturday and a whole one on their birthdays.
Though children's birthday parties were unheard of, on their birthday they were
allowed to dine with their parents, and their old nurse would be allowed to
come and take desert with them—dressed in her silk gown and lace cap.
The
birthday of the firstborn son was an occasion to be celebrated with a dance for
all the neighbors to attend.
There was a
"schoolroom boy," a servant whose chief duty was to clean the shoes
of the children of the house. The lad was eager to learn to read, and Mary
Elizabeth would meet him in her play time, armed with her spelling book and a
slate. She said it took the patience of Job to teach him because he was
"so stupid," he could not remember the alphabet.
From her
governess, Mary Elizabeth learned French and Italian as well as needlework.
Every
morning Mary Elizabeth would read psalms to her mother, and each evening she
read the evening psalms to her governess, who encouraged Mary Elizabeth to give
a third of her pocket money to the poor. She also encouraged the children to
give up what they liked best for Lent.
Her
grandmother had read the children an old-fashioned book, Cobwebs to Catch Flies, and her brother would tell her tales of the
Arabian Nights.
As she grew
older, she became passionate about the study of music and drawing. Everyone in
the family played musical instruments, and Mary Elizabeth played several,
including the organ and the harp.
At the annual ball to celebrate her eldest brother's birthday when she was sixteen, dancing began at nine o'clock and continued until four in the morning. "The waltz was not yet known outside London Society," she wrote. "We danced only country dances, quadrilles and reels." The end of the ball was signaled by the Sir Roger de Coverly.
In her
teens she started studying with a new governess who had her read Shakespeare,
Sir Walter Scott and the French works by Racine, Corneille, and Moliere, and in
Italian, Tasso and Petrach.
Her first
introduction to society away from her North Wales neighborhood occurred when
she and her three sisters went to Lancashire for the Preston Guild, a fortnight
celebration that occurs once every 21 years. Balls were held every night, and
there was a Mayor's Reception where everyone wore court dress.
It was here
she met and fell in love with Wilson Patten, who also fell in love with her for
Mary Elizabeth outshone all her sisters.
When the underage Patten went home to beg permission to marry her, his
father sent him abroad and wrote Mary Elizabeth's father a letter to tell her
to forget his son.
The gatehouse to Warwickshire's Charlecote Park Photo by Dr. John Bolen
A year later
George Lucy, the 34-yer-old owner of Charlecote Park, which included land that
had been in the Lucy family for 600 years, came to Mary Elizabeth's home in
Wales at the invitation of one of her brothers. In London, one of her sisters
had greatly admired him, and it was thought he was coming to Wales to see her.
However,
once he saw Mary Elizabeth, no other Williams daughter would do. He soon asked
her father's permission to marry Mary Elizabeth.
When her
father told her, she fell to her knees and begged him not to have her marry
George Lucy. Such a ploy had worked before when another of her sister's callers
had asked Sir John for his Mary Elizabeth's hand.
The
difference this time: the wealthy George Lucy came from one of the oldest
families in Britain, and his ancestral home, Charlecote Park, was one of the
finest old homes in the kingdom. Sir John wasn't about to let his daughter
forgo an opportunity like that.
No amount
of tears could dissuade him.
Many years
later she wrote: "I had been brought up to obey my parents in everything
and, though I dearly loved Papa, I had always rather feared him. I felt I dared
not disobey him."
After her
quick meeting with "Mr. Lucy" who officially proposed to her, Mary
Elizabeth flew upstairs to her mother and wept.
"My
sweet Mary," he mother said, "love will come when you know all of Mr. Lucy's good qualities."
Being so
pious, Mary Elizabeth prayed that she would become of good wife.
Several
weeks later they wed at the cathedral near her home, and when she rose from her
knees after the ceremony, she fainted away.
Despite the
rocky beginning, the marriage was a happy one that produced eight children. In
a very short time her mother's prophecy had come true. Mary Elilzabeth fell
deeply in love with her husband.
Cheryl Bolen at Charlecote, Summer 2013