When the Earl took his bride to his ancestral home, Mountjoy Forest, she
revelled in her boudoir, with its hangings of "crimson Genoa
silk-velvet, trimmed with gold bullion fringe; and all the furniture of
equal richness." But she had had enough of Irish life in the days of her
childhood, and soon sighed to return to London and to a wider sphere for
her beauty and her social ambition; and before she had been a bride six
months we find her installed in St James's Square, drawing to her
_salon_ all the greatest and most famous in the land, and moving among
her courtiers with the dignity and graciousness of a Queen.
Royal Dukes kissed her hand; statesman basked in her smile; Moore sang
his sweetest songs for her delight; and all the arts and sciences
worshipped at her shrine, and raved about her beauty of face and graces
of mind.
Sated at last with all this splendour and adulation, my Lady Blessington
yearned for more worlds to conquer; and so, one August day in 1822, she
and her lord set out on a triumphal progress through Europe, with a
retinue of attendants, and with luxurious equipages such as a king might
have been proud to boast. In France they added to their train Count
d'Orsay, who threw up his army-commission under the lure of the
Countess's beautiful eyes; and seldom has fair lady had so devoted and
charming a cavalier as this "Admirable Crichton" of Georgian days.
"Count d'Orsay," says Charles James Mathews, the famous
comedian, who knew him well, "was the beau-ideal of manly
dignity and grace. He was the model of all that could be
conceived of noble demeanour and youthful candour;
handsome beyond all question; accomplished to the last
degree; highly educated, and of great literary
acquirements; with a gaiety of heart and cheerfulness of
mind that spread happiness on all around him. His
conversation was brilliant and engaging, as well as
instructive. He was, moreover, the best fencer, dancer,
swimmer, runner, dresser, the best shot, the best
horseman, the best draughtsman, of his age."
Such was the Count, then a youth of nineteen, who thus entered Lady
Blessington's life, in which he was to play such an intimate part until
its tragic close.
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