Sweet Hampstead and Its AssociationsWhite, Caroline A.
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Sweet Hampstead and Its Associations
White, Caroline A.
Hampstead (London, England) -- History
‘Here beauty displays her high plumes to our view,
Here all her bright feathers are shown;
Though none of them wave on the tresses of _Crewe_,
She yet to each heart gives the _ton_.’
The personal beauty, wit and cleverness of this accomplished woman
appear to have distinguished her to the end. Sixteen years had passed
between this event and Miss Burney’s visit to her at Hampstead, and
this is how the author of ‘Evelina’ describes her: ‘We were received by
Mrs. Crewe with much kindness. The room was rather dark, and she had
a veil to her bonnet half down, and with this aid she looked still in
a full blaze of beauty. She is certainly in my eye the most complete
beauty of any woman I ever saw.’ Later on she had better opportunities
of noticing her fair hostess, and her verdict is still, ‘I know not even
now any female’ (horrid word!) ‘in her first youth who could bear the
comparison. Her bloom perfectly natural, and the form of her face so
exquisitely perfect’ that the eyes of the observant Fanny never met it
without fresh admiration. ‘She is certainly in my eyes,’ she repeats,
‘the most perfect beauty of a woman I ever saw: she _uglifies_ everything
near her.’ No wonder we find the gallants of the day, amongst others Fox,
writing adulatory verses to her. This unity of opinion as to the many
graces of this lovely woman suggests a character as perfect as her face,
and we do not wonder that men of such a diversity of personal qualities
and political opinions should be attracted by her as Burke and his
brother, who were dining with her on the occasion referred to, and Lords
Loughborough and Erskine, who joined them in their walk afterwards. Fox’s
poem is too long to quote, but the first verse will show the spirit of it:
‘Where the loveliest expression to features is joined,
By Nature’s most delicate pencil designed;
Where blushes unbidden, and smiles without art,
Speak the softness and feeling that dwell in the heart;
Where in manner enchanting no blemish we trace,
But the soul keeps the promise we had from the face!’[146]
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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