Chapter 1

Produced by Marjorie Fulton and David Widger

THE DIARY AND LETTERS OF MADAME D'ARBLAY

By Frances Burney

With Notes By W. C. Ward,

And Prefaced By Lord Macaulay's Essay.

Volume 1 (of 3)

(1778-1787.)

“The Cream Of The Diarists And Memoir Writers”

DETAILED CONTENTS PREFACE

MADAME D'ARBLAY, by Lord Macaulay

1. (1778) MISS BURNEY PUBLISHES HER FIRST NOVEL AND FINDS HERSELF FAMOUS--59-110 Evelina--and the Mystery attending its Publication--A First Visit to Mrs. Thrale and an Introduction to Dr. Johnson--Fanny Burney Interviews her Publisher--Conversation with Mrs. Thrale and Dr. Johnson-- Dr. Johnson on some “Ladies” of his Acquaintance--A Learned Man on “Evelina”--Curiosity regarding the Author of “Evelina”--The Members of Dr. Johnson's Household-- Anticipated Visit from Mrs. Montagu--Fanny Burney's Introduction to a celebrated “Blue-Stocking”--Dr. Johnson's Compliments and Gross Speeches--Suggested Husbands for Fanny Burney--A Streatham Dinner Party.

2. (1779) THE AUTHOR OF “EVELINA” IN SOCIETY: VISITS BRIGHTON AND TUNBRIDGE WELLS--111-164 A Queer Adventure--An Evening at Sir Joshua Reynolds's: a Demonstrative “Evelina” Enthusiast--Fanny Burney's Introduction to Sheridan--An Aristocratic Radical of the Last Century--Mr. Murphy, the Dramatist--A Beauty Weeping at Will--Mr. Murphy's concern regarding Fanny Burney's Comedy--A Scene on the Brighton Parade--Mr. Murphy finds the Dialogue charming: a Censorious Lady--A Militia Captain officiates as Barber--“Hearts have at ye all”--Giddy Miss Brown--Sophy Streatfield weeps again to order--“Everything a Bore”--Proposed Match between Mr. Seward and the Weeper-at-will--The Fate of “The Witlings”-- “Quite what we call,” and “Give me leave to tell you”--The Crying Beauty and her Mother--A Bewitching Prodigy--At Brighton: A “Cure.”--The jealous Cumberlands--An Amusing Character: His Views on many Subjects,

3. (1780) A SEASON AT BATH: MR. THRALE'S DEATH--165-201 A Youthful Prodigy--Lord Mulgrave on the “Services”--Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough--The Byrons--“Mr. Henry will be so Mortified”--All the best Families in the Navy--The Lady of Bath Easton--A Fashionable Concert--A Bath Alderman's Raree Show--Flighty Captain Bouchier--A Young and Agreeable Infidel-Ball-room Flirtations--Further Flirtations--Bath Easton and Sceptical Miss W....--Curiosity about the “Evelina” Set--Alarm at the No Popery Riots--Hasty Departure from Bath--The Gordon Riots--A Suggested Visit to Grub- street--Promotion of Fanny Burney's Brother--The Death of Mr. Thrale.

4. (1781-2) MISS BURNEY EXTENDS THE CIRCLE OF HER ACQUAINTANCE--202-235 Young Mr. Crutchley ruffles Miss Burney--Miss Burney Sulks on--Too Much of Many Things--A “Poor Wretch of a Painter”--Dr. Johnson in a Rage--The Miserable Host and Melancholy Guest--Two Celebrated Duchesses discussed--Mr. Crutchley is bantered about his Pride--Miss Sopby Streatfield is Commented on--Garrulous Mr. Musgrave--A Parting Shot at Mr. Crutchley--Manager Heliogabalus--Sister Authoresses--A Dinner at Sir Joshua's, with Burke and Gibbon--A Letter from Burke to Fanny Burney-- Miss Burney sits for her Portrait--General Paoli.

5. (1782-3-4) “CECILIA”: A PAEAN OF PRAISE: LAMENTATIONS-- 236-288 At Brighton again. “The Famous Miss Burney”--Dr. Johnson Dogmatizes--A Cunning Runaway Heiress--Dr. Johnson a Bore--Miss Burney will not be Persuaded to Dance-Dr. Johnson held in general Dread--Miss Monckton's Assembly: Sacques and Ruffles--At Miss Monckton's: “Cecilia” extolled by the “Old Wits,” and by Burke--A Writer of Romances--Mrs. Walsingham-- Mrs. Siddons--Dr. Johnson's Inmates at Bolt-court--The two Mr. Cambridges Improve upon Acquaintance--Mr. Soame Jenyns's Eulogy on “Cecilia”--An Italian Singer's Views of England-- Raptures of the 11 Old Wits” over “Cecilia”--Illness and Death of Mr. Crisp--Dr. Johnson attacked by Paralysis--A Pleasant Day with the Cambridges--Dr. Johnson's Heroic Forbearance--“Sweet Bewitching Mrs. Locke”--Mrs. Thrale's Second Marriage--A Happy Home--Lady F.'s Anger at Mrs. Piozzi's Marriage--Dr. Johnson's Failing Health--Dr. Johnson Dying. His Death.

6. (1785-6) MISS BURNEY IS FAVOURABLY NOTICED BY THE KING AND QUEEN--289-332 Royal Generosity to Mrs. Delany--A Visit to Mrs. Delany--Royal Curiosity about Miss Burney--An Anticipated Royal Interview--Directions for a private encounter with the Royal Family--A Panic--“The King! aunt, the King!”--The King categorically questions Miss Burney-- The Queen appears upon the Scene--“Miss Burney plays--but not to acknowledge it”--A Drawing-room during a Fog--Will Miss Burney write any more?--A Musician with a Pioboscis-- General Conversation: Royalty departs--The King again: Tea Table Etiquette--George III. on Plays and Players--Literary Talk with the Queen--The Queen on Roman Catholic Superstitions--On being presented--Directions for coughing, sneezing, or moving before the King and Queen--Dr. Burney is Disappointed of a Place--A Visit to Warren Hastings and his Wife--A Proposal from the Queen--Miss Burney accepts the Queen's Offer.

7. (1786) MISS BURNEY ENTERS UPON HER COURT DUTIES--333-372 The Queen's Summons--A Military Gourmand--A Succession of Visitors--The Tea Table of the Keeper of the Robes--Evening Ceremonial in the Queen's Dressing Room--The Queen's Toilettes--Congratulatory Visits from Court Officials-- Inopportune Visitors--Major Price: Adieu Colonel Polier-- Miss Burney's routine at Windsor--The Princess Royal--The Court at Kew: A Three Year old Princess--A Drawing-room at St. James's--Absence of State at Kew--Mis Burneys First Evening Out--Casual Callers to be kept off: A New Arrival-- The Royal Princesses--Alarming News--The Attempt against the King--Agitation of the Queen and Princesses--A Privilege is Secured--The Queen continues Anxious--Snuff Preparer-in- Chief--A Supper Mystery--Little Princess Amelia's Birthday-- The Cipher becomes a Number--Display of Loyalty at little Kew--“Miss Bernar, the Queen will give you a Gown”--A Crowded Drawing-room--The Keeper of the Robes is very much put out.

8. (1786) ROYAL VISIT TO NUNEHAM, OXFORD, AND BLENHEIM--- 373-398 A job's Comforter--The Journey to Nuneham: Ungracious Reception--A Hasty Introduction to Lady Harcourt-- Apparition of the Princesses--From Pillar to Post--“The Equerries Want the Ladies”--Summoned to the Queen--A Check for the Colonel--Thanksgiving Service at Nuneham--Royal Visit to Oxford: Reception by the University--The Royal Family are much Affected--The Presentations: Retiring Backwards--The Colleges Visited: A Stealthy Collation-- Retreating from the Royal Presence--Surprised by the Queen-- At Nuneham again--A Lively Breakfast Incident. 9. (1786-7) COURT DUTIES AT WINDSOR AND KEW--399-447 The Mischief-Making Keeper of the Robes--A Terrace Party--A Nervous Reader--Miss Burney Repines at her Position--Madame de Genlis discussed-- A Distinguished Astronomer--Effusive Madaine de la Roche--A Dinner Difficulty--An Eccentric Lady--The Wrong Guest Invited--The Princess Royal's Birthday--Arrival of a New Equerry--Custodian of the Queen's Jewel Box--Tea Table Difficulties--An Equerry's Duties and Discomforts--Royal Cautions and Confidences--The Queen tired of Her Gewgaws--A Holiday at last--Tea Room Gambols--A dreadful Mishap--“Is it Permitted?”--The Plump Provost and his Lady--The Equerries Violate the Rules--Mr. Turbulent on Court Routine--An Equerry on the Court Concert--Dr. Herschel's Large Telescope--Illness, and some Reflections it gave rise to.

PREFACE.

“The Diary and Letters of Madame D'Arblay,” edited by her niece, Mrs. Barrett, were originally published in seven volumes, during the years 1842-1846. The work comprised but a portion of the diary and voluminous correspondence of its gifted writer, for the selection of which Madame D'Arblay, herself in part, and in part Mrs. Barrett, were responsible. From this selection the present one has been made, which, it is believed, will be found to include all the most valuable and interesting passages of the original. We can at least claim for this, the first popular edition of the Diary, that we have scrupulously fulfilled Madame D'Arblay's injunction to her former editor, “that whatever might be effaced or omitted, nothing should in anywise be altered or added to her records.”

Of the Diary itself it is hardly necessary here to say anything in praise. It has long been acknowledged a classic; it is indubitably the most entertaining, in some respects the most valuable, work of its kind in the English language, Regarded as a series of pictures of the society of the time, the Diary is unsurpassed for vivid Colouring and truthful delineation. As such alone it would possess a strong claim upon our attention, but how largely is our interest increased, when we find that the figures which fill the most prominent positions in the foreground of these pictures, are those of the most noble, most gifted, and Most distinguished men of the day! To mention but a few.

MADAME D'ARBLAY, BY LORD MACAULAY.

Frances Burney was descended from a family which bore the name of Macburney, and which, though probably of Irish origin, had been long settled in Shropshire and was possessed of considerable estates in that county. Unhappily, many years before her birth, the Macburneys began, as if of set purpose and in a spirit of determined rivalry, to expose and ruin themselves. The heir apparent, Mr. James Macburney offended his father by making a runaway match with an actress from Goodman's-fields--The old gentleman could devise no more judicious mode of wreaking vengeance on his undutiful boy than by marrying the cook. The cook gave birth to a son, named Joseph, who succeeded to all the lands of the family, while James was cut off with a shilling. The favourite son, however, was so extravagant that he soon became as poor as his disinherited brother. Both were forced to earn their bread by their labour. Joseph turned dancing-master and settled in Norfolk. James struck off the Mac from the beginning of his name and set up as a portrait painter at Chester. Here he had a son, named Charles, well known as the author of the “History of Music” and as the father of two remarkable children, of a son distinguished by learning and of a daughter still more honourably distinguished by genius.

Charles early showed a taste for that art of which, at a later period, he became the historian. He was apprenticed to a celebrated musician[1] in London, and he applied himself to study with vigour and success. He early found a kind and munificent Patron in Fulk Greville, a highborn and highbred man, who seems to have had in large measure all the accomplishments and all the follies, all the virtues and all the vices, which, a hundred years ago, were considered as making up the character of a fine gentleman. Under such protection, the young artist had every prospect of a brilliant career in the capital. But his health failed. It became necessary for him to retreat from the smoke and river fog of London to the pure air of the coast. He accepted the place of organist at Lynn, and settled at that town with a young lady who had recently become his wife.[2]

At Lynn, in June, 1752, Frances Burney was born.[3] Nothing in her childhood indicated that she would, while still a young woman, have secured for herself an honourable and permanent place among English writers. She was shy and silent. Her brothers and sisters called her a dunce, and not altogether without some show of reason; for at eight years old she did not know her letters.

In 1760, Mr. Burney quitted Lynn for London, and took a house in Poland-street; a situation which had been fashionable in the reign of Queen Anne, but which, since that time, had been deserted by most of its wealthy and noble inhabitants. He afterwards resided in St. Martin's--street, on the south side of Leicestersquare. His house there is still well known, and will continue to be well known as long as our island retains any trace of civilisation; for it was the dwelling of Newton, and the square turret which distinguishes it from all the surrounding buildings was Newton's observatory.

Mr. Burney at once obtained as many pupils of the most respectable description as he had time to attend, and was thus enabled to support his family, modestly indeed, and frugally, but in comfort and independence. His professional merit obtained for him the degree of Doctor of Music from the University of Oxford;[4] and his works on subjects connected with art gained for him a place, respectable, though certainly not eminent, among men of letters.

The progress of the mind of Frances Burney, from her ninth to her twenty-fifth year, well deserves to be recorded, When her education had proceeded no further than the hornbook, she lost her mother, and thenceforward she educated herself. Her father appears to have been as bad a father as a very honest, affectionate and sweet-tempered man can well be. He loved his daughter dearly; but it never seems to have occurred to him that a parent has other duties to perform to children than that of fondling them. It would indeed have been impossible for him to superintend their education himself. His professional engagements occupied him all day. At seven in the morning, he began to attend his pupils, and, when London was full, was sometimes employed in teaching till eleven at night. He was often forced to carry in his pocket a tin box of sandwiches and a bottle of wine and water, on which he dined in a hackney coach while hurrying from one scholar to another. Two of his daughters he sent to a seminary at Paris; but he imagined that Frances would run some risk of being perverted from the Protestant faith if she were educated in a Catholic country, and he therefore kept her at home. No governess, no teacher of any art or of any language was provided for her. But one of her sisters showed her how to write; and, before she was fourteen, she began to find pleasure in reading.

It was not, however, by reading that her intellect was formed. Indeed, when her best novels were produced, her knowledge of books was very small. When at the height of her fame, she was unacquainted with the most celebrated works of Voltaire and Moliere; and, what seems still more extraordinary, had never heard or seen a line of Churchill, who, when she was a girl, was the most popular of living poets. It is particularly deserving of observation that she appears to have been by no means a novel reader. Her father's library was large, and he had admitted into it so many books which rigid moralists generally exclude that he felt uneasy, as he afterwards owned, when Johnson began to examine the shelves. But in the whole collection there was only a single novel, Fielding's “Amelia.”[5]

An education, however, which to most girls would have been useless, but which suited Fanny's mind better than elaborate culture, was in constant progress during her passage from childhood to womanhood. The great book of human nature was turned over before her. Her father's social position was very peculiar. He belonged in fortune and station to the middle class. His daughters seemed to have been suffered to mix freely with those whom butlers and waiting-maids call vulgar. We are told that they were in the habit of playing with the children of a wigmaker who lived in the adjoining house. Yet few nobles could assemble in the most stately mansions of Grosvenor-square or St. James's Square a society so various and so brilliant as was sometimes to be found in Dr. Burney's cabin. His mind, though not very powerful or capacious, was restlessly active; and, in the intervals of his professional pursuits, he had contrived to lay up much miscellaneous information. His attainments, the suavity of his temper and the general simplicity of his manners had obtained for him ready admission to the first literary circles. While he was still at Lynn, he had won Johnson's heart by sounding with honest zeal the praises of the “English Dictionary.” In London, the two friends met frequently and agreed most harmoniously. One tie, indeed, was wanting to their mutual attachment. Burney loved his own art passionately, and Johnson just knew the bell of St. Clement's church from the organ. They had, however, many topics in common; and on winter nights their conversations were sometimes prolonged till the fire had gone out and the candles had burned away to the wicks. Burney's admiration of the powers which had produced “Rasselas” and “The Rambler” bordered on idolatry. He gave a singular proof of this at his first visit to Johnson's ill-furnished garret. The master of the apartment was not at home. The enthusiastic visitor looked about for some relic which he could carry away, but he could see nothing lighter than the chairs and the fireirons. At last he discovered an old broom, tore some bristles from the stump, wrapped them in silver paper, and departed as happy as Louis IX. when the holy nail of St. Denis was found.[6] Johnson, on the other hand, condescended to growl out that Burney was an honest fellow, a man whom it was impossible not to like.

Garrick, too, was a frequent visitor in Poland-street and St. Martin's-street. That wonderful actor loved the society of children, partly from good nature and partly from vanity. The ecstasies of mirth and terror, which his gestures and play of countenance never failed to produce in a nursery, flattered him quite as much as the applause of mature critics. He often exhibited all his powers of mimicry for the amusement of the little Burneys, awed them by shuddering and crouching as if he saw a ghost, scared them by raving like a maniac in St. Luke's, and then at once became an auctioneer, a chimney-sweeper or an old woman, and made them laugh till the tears ran down their cheeks.

But it would be tedious to recount the names of all the men of letters and artists whom Frances Burney had an opportunity of seeing and hearing. Colman, Twining, Harris, Baretti, Hawkesworth, Reynolds, Barry, were among those who occasionally surrounded the tea table and supper tray at her father's modest dwelling. This was not all. The distinction which Dr. Burney had acquired as a musician and as the historian of music, attracted to his house the most eminent musical performers of that age. The greatest Italian singers who visited England regarded him as the dispenser of fame in their art, and exerted themselves to obtain his suffrage. Pacchierotti became his intimate friend. The rapacious Agujari, who sang for nobody else under fifty pounds an air, sang her best for Dr. Burney without a fee; and in the company of Dr. Burney even the haughty and eccentric Gabrielli constrained herself to behave with civility. It was thus in his power to give, with scarcely any expense, concerts equal to those of the aristocracy. On such occasions, the quiet street in which he lived was blocked up by coroneted chariots, and his little drawing-room was crowded with peers, peeresses, ministers and ambassadors. On one evening, of which we happen to have a full account, there were present Lord Mulgrave, Lord Bruce, Lord and Lady Edgecumbe, Lord Barrington from the War office, Lord Sandwich from the Admiralty, Lord Ashburnham, with his gold key dangling from his pocket, and the French ambassador, M. De Guignes, renowned for his fine person and for his success in gallantry. But the great show of the night was the Russian ambassador, Count Orloff, whose gigantic figure was all in a blaze with jewels, and in whose demeanour the untamed ferocity of the Scythian might be discerned through a thin varnish of French Politeness. As he stalked about the small parlour, brushing the ceiling with his toupee, the girls whispered to each other, with mingled admiration and horror, that he was the favoured lover of his august mistress; that he had borne the chief part in the revolution to which she owed her throne; and that his huge hands, now glittering with diamond rings, had given the last squeeze to the windpipe of her unfortunate husband.

With such illustrious guests as these were mingled all the most remarkable specimens of the race of lions, a kind of game which is hunted in London every spring with more than Meltonian ardour and perseverance. Bruce, who had washed down steaks cut from living oxen with water from the fountains of the Nile, came to swagger and talk about his travels. Ornai lisped broken English, and made all the assembled musicians hold their ears by howling Otaheitean love-songs, such as those with which Oberea charmed her Opano.

With the literary and fashionable society which occasionally met under Dr. Burney's roof, Frances can scarcely be said to have mingled.[7] She was not a musician, and could therefore bear no part in the concerts. She was shy almost to awkwardness, and she scarcely ever joined in the conversation. The slightest remark from a stranger disconcerted her, and even the old friends of her father who tried to draw her out could seldom extract more than a Yes or a No. Her figure was small, her face not distinguished by beauty. She was therefore suffered to withdraw quietly to the background, and, unobserved herself, to observe all that passed. Her nearest relations were aware that she had good sense, but seem not to have suspected that under her demure and bashful deportment were concealed a fertile invention and a keen sense of the ridiculous. She had not, it is true, an eye for the fine shades of character. But every marked peculiarity instantly caught her notice and remained engraven on her imagination. Thus while still a girl she had laid up such a store of materials for fiction as few of those who mix much in the world are able to accumulate during a long life. She had watched and listened to people of every class, from princes and great officers of state down to artists living in garrets and poets familiar with subterranean cookshops. Hundreds of remarkable persons had passed in review before her, English, French, German, Italian, lords and fiddlers, deans of cathedrals and managers of theatres, travellers leading about newly caught savages, and singing women escorted by deputy husbands.

So strong was the impression made on the mind of Frances by the society which she was in the habit of seeing and hearing, that she began to write little fictitious narratives as soon as she could use her pen with ease, which, as we have said, was not very early. Her sisters were amused by her stories. But Dr. Burney knew nothing of their existence; and in another quarter her literary propensities met with serious discouragement. When she was fifteen, her father took a second wife.[8] The new Mrs. Burney soon found out that her daughter-in-law was fond of scribbling, and delivered several good-natured lectures on the subject. The advice no doubt was well meant, and might have been given by the most judicious friend; for at that time, from causes to which we may hereafter advert, nothing could be more disadvantageous to a young lady than to be known as a novel writer. Frances yielded, relinquished her favourite pursuit, and made a bonfire of all her manuscripts.[9]