Evatt, G. J. H. (George Joseph Hamilton), 1843-1921; Nightingale, Florence, 1820-1910
“I never did see anything half so like an angel. I must say
so, although it was my own performance. He had on a garland of
roses and green leaves mixed; a pair of wild duck’s wings, put
on wire to make them set well; a bow and arrow, and a quiver
with arrows in it, tied on with a broad blue ribbon that went
across his sweet neck.”
In another of her letters we are told of a visit paid, about this time,
to Queen Charlotte, and how the child “Boysey” climbed into the Queen’s
lap, drew up and pulled down window-blinds, romped at hide-and-seek with
the Duke of Cambridge, and showed himself to be not in the slightest
degree abashed by the presence of royalty.
Lord Fitzwilliam, a friend and distant relation, used often to stay at
Pembroke Lodge and at Wilton, and seems to have been pleased by the boy’s
courteous ways and winning looks; for, having no children of his own,
when he left most of his property to Lord Pembroke, the “remainder,”
which meant big estates in Ireland and Shropshire, was to go to his
second son, Sidney.
The boy loved his father with a very special intimacy and tenderness, as
we see by a letter written soon after he left Harrow and a little while
before he went up to Oxford, where at Oriel he at once made friends with
men of fine character and sterling worth. His father had died in 1827,
and he writes from Chilmark, where the rector, Mr. Lear, was his tutor,
and the Rectory was near his own old home at Wilton:—
“You cannot think how comfortable it is to be in a nice little
country church after that great noisy chapel. Everything is
so quiet and the people all so attentive that you might hear
a pin fall while Mr. Lear is preaching. I like, too, being so
near Wilton, so many things here ever bringing to mind all _he_
said and did, all places where I have ridden with _him_, and
the home where we used to be so happy. In short, there is not
a spot about Wilton now which I do not love as if it were a
person. I hope you will be coming there soon and get it over,
for seeing that place again will be a dreadful trial to you.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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