At sight of Emma, Sir William"s heart melted to mushiness. He fell crazily in love with the woman he had come to dispossess. There was another long and stormy scene between uncle and nephew; after which Greville, for an enormous lump sum, transferred to Sir William Hamilton all right and t.i.tle and good will to the adorable Emma Harte.
And Sir William and Emma departed thence, arm in arm, leaving Greville a sadder but a richer man. What became of the three children I don"t know. By the way, Emma had taught them to call her "aunt," not "mother."
Will you let me quote a deadly dry line or two from an encyclopedia, to prove to you how important a personage Sir William was, and how true is the axiom about "no fool like an old fool"?
Hamilton, Sir William, British diplomatist and antiquary (1730-1803), student of art, philosophy and literature. From 1764 to 1800 English amba.s.sador to the Court of Naples. Trustee of British Museum, Fellow of the Royal Society, vice president of the Society of Antiquaries, distinguished member of the Dilettante Club, author of several books. Sir Joshua Reynolds, his intimate friend, painted his portrait, which hangs in the National Gallery.
Sir William, who was home on leave of absence when he met Emma, took her back with him to Italy. But before they sailed she had prevailed on him to marry her.
It was easy. He was old.
The marriage was kept secret until, in 1791, she led her husband back to England on another leave of absence and up to the altar of St.
George"s Church, where, on September 6th of that year, they were married all over again; this time with every atom of publicity Emma could compa.s.s. She was then twenty-seven; her husband was sixty-one.
In state they returned to the court of Naples--the most corrupt, licentious, false, utterly abominable court in all Europe. If you will glance at the annals of the courts of that period you will find this statement is as true as it is sweeping. On her earlier visit, as the supposed brevet bride of the amba.s.sador, Emma had been warmly received by Marie Caroline, Queen of Naples and sister to Marie Antoinette of France. Emma and Marie Caroline were kindred spirits--which is perhaps the unkindest thing I could say about either of them--and they quickly formed a lasting friendship for each other.
Emma was glad to get back to Naples. Apart from her marriage, her visit to England had not been a success. A certain element in London society, attracted by her beauty, her voice, and her talent as an actress, had taken her up. But Queen Charlotte had refused her a presentation at the British court, and the more reputable element of the n.o.bility had followed royal example and given her a wide berth.
English society under George III. was severely respectable--at least in the matter of externals; a quality it was soon to mislay, under George IV. Hence Emma"s joy at returning to a court where respectability was a term to be found only in the dictionary.
The King of Naples was a fool. His wife was the little kingdom"s ruler. Emma, Lady Hamilton, became her chief adviser. Writes one historian:
It is not too much to say of these two women that for years they wielded the destinies of Naples, and seriously affected the character of the wars that ended with the peace of Europe in 1815, when both were dead.... Both were endowed with powers of mind far above the average of their s.e.x; both exhibited energy and understanding that inspired them to bold and decisive, if not always laudable, deeds; both were as remarkable for their personal beauty as for their self-reliance, their knowledge of men, and their determination to make the most of their information. To say that Marie Caroline loved Lady Hamilton is to misstate a fact; there was no love in the royal composition; but her ungovernable and undying hatred of the French inclined her, no doubt, in the first instance toward the wife of the English amba.s.sador, and the subsequent devotion of the favorite secured an attachment that is confessed and reiterated through whole pages of a vehement and overstrained correspondence.
Naples, just then, was between two fires. There was fear of a French invasion--which arrived on schedule time--and there was also danger that England would ruin Neopolitan commerce. Emma"s white hands were at once plunged, wrist-deep, into the political dough; and a sorry mess she proceeded to make of it. For example, the King of Spain wrote a confidential letter to his brother, the King of Naples, accusing the English government of all sorts of public and private crimes and telling of Spain"s secret alliance with France. The king showed it to his wife, who in turn showed it to Lady Hamilton. Emma stole and secretly sent the letter to the British cabinet. The result was a b.l.o.o.d.y war between England and Spain.
About two years after Emma"s marriage, an English warship, the ~Agamemnon~, touched at Naples, and her captain called to pay his respects to the British amba.s.sador and to deliver a letter from the admiral of the Mediterranean fleet. After a few minutes" talk with the captain, Sir William insisted that the latter should meet Lady Hamilton.
He bustled into the drawing-room to prepare Emma for the visitor"s arrival, saying excitedly to her:
"I am bringing you a little man who cannot boast of being very handsome, but who, I p.r.o.nounce, will one day astonish the world. I know it from the very words of conversation I have had with him."
On the heels of Sir William"s announcement, the "little man" came into the room. At first glance, he scarcely seemed to justify Hamilton"s enthusiasm. He was clad in a full-laced uniform. His lank, unpowdered hair was tied in a stiff Hessian queue of extraordinary length.
Old-fashioned, flaring waistcoat flaps added to the general oddity of his figure.
Sir William introduced him as "Captain Horatio Nelson."
Lady Hamilton lavished on the queer guest no especial cordiality. It is not known that she gave him a second thought. Nelson, little more impressed by the super-woman, wrote to his wife in England an account of the call, saying of Lady Hamilton--whose story, of course, he and everybody knew:
"She is a young woman of amiable manners, who does honor to the station to which she has been raised."
Yet Nelson had unwittingly met the woman who was to tarnish the pure glory of his fame; and Emma had met the man but for whom she would to-day be forgotten. So little does Fate forecast her dramas that, at the first meeting, neither of the two immortal lovers seems to have felt any attraction for the other.
Not for five busy years did Nelson and Emma Hamilton see each other again.
Then Nelson came back to Naples, this time in triumph--a world-renowned hero, the champion of the seas, Britain"s idol. He had become an admiral, a peer of England, a scourge of his country"s foes.
Back to Naples he came. Part of him; not all--for victorious warfare had set cruel marks on him. He had left his right eye at Calvi in 1794, and his right arm at Teneriffe in 1797. He was more odd looking than ever, but he was an acclaimed hero. And Naples in general and Emma Hamilton in particular welcomed him with rapture.
He was in search of the French fleet, and he wanted the King of Naples to let him reprovision his ships in the Neapolitan harbor. Now, France and Naples just then happened to be at peace. And, by their treaty, no more than two English warships at a time could enter any Neapolitan or Sicilian port. The king"s council declared the treaty must stand. Lady Hamilton decided otherwise.
She used all her power with the queen to have the treaty set aside. As a result Marie Caroline issued an order directing "all governors of the two Sicilies to water, victual, and aid" Nelson"s fleet. This order made it possible for Nelson to go forth reprovisioned--and to crush the French in the Battle of the Nile.
In the first rumor of this battle that reached Naples, Nelson was reported killed. Soon afterward he appeared, alive and well, in the harbor. Here is his letter to his wife, telling how Lady Hamilton received him on his return. Nelson, by the way, had been married for nearly twelve years. He and his wife were devoted to each other.
Judging from this letter, he was lamentably ignorant of women or was incredibly sure of Lady Nelson"s love and trust. Or else his courage was greater than that of mortal husband. He wrote:
Sir William and Lady Hamilton came out to sea to meet me. They, my most respectable friends, had nearly been laid up and seriously ill, first from anxiety and then from joy. It was imprudently told Lady Hamilton, in a moment, that I was alive; and the effect was like a shot. She fell, apparently dead, and is not yet perfectly recovered from severe bruises. Alongside came my honored friends.
The scene in the boat was terribly affecting. Up flew her ladyship, and, exclaiming: "Oh, G.o.d, is it possible?" she fell into my arm, more dead than alive. Tears, however, soon set matters to rights; when alongside came the king.... I hope, some day, to have the pleasure of introducing you to Lady Hamilton. She is one of the very best women in the world; she is an honor to her s.e.x. Her kindness, with Sir William"s, to me, is more than I can express. I am in their house, and I may tell you, it required all the kindness of my friends to set me up. Lady Hamilton intends writing to you. May G.o.d Almighty bless you, and give us in due time a happy meeting!
France sought revenge for the help given to Nelson"s fleet, and declared war on Naples. The Neapolitans, in fury at being dragged into such a needless conflict, rose against their dear king and adored queen--especially against their adored queen--and threatened to kill them. By Lady Hamilton"s aid the royal family reached Nelson"s flagship and took refuge there from the mob. Sir William and Lady Hamilton went along. The populace looted the British emba.s.sy and stole everything of value Sir William owned--about one hundred and ninety-five thousand dollars" worth of property in all. Thus, Hamilton was the third man who had lost a fortune through Emma.
Meanwhile, Nelson had sailed to Palermo, taking the fugitives along.
There he made his home with the Hamiltons. And scandal awoke, even in that easy-going crowd. Nor did the scandal die down to any appreciable extent on the birth of Lady Hamilton"s daughter, Horatia, a year or so later.
Sir William"s conduct in the matter is still a puzzle. He felt, or professed to feel, that there was no occasion for jealousy. And so for a long time the trio shared the same house.
One of the courtiers who had fled with the king and queen to Palermo was Prince Caraccioli, Nelson"s close friend and Lady Hamilton"s bitter enemy. Caraccioli asked leave to go back to Naples to look after his endangered property. As soon as he reached the city, he threw in his lot with the rebels and was made admiral of their navy.
Presently, by the aid of England"s fleet, the royal family returned.
The rebellion was put down, and the king and queen were once more seated firmly on their thrones. The rebel leaders were seized and brought to trial. Nelson is said to have promised immunity to Caraccioli if he would surrender. Relying on his friend"s pledge, Caraccioli surrendered. At Emma"s request Nelson had the overtrustful man hanged from the yardarm of his own flagship.
This is the darkest smear on Nelson"s character, a smear that even his most blatant admirers have never been able to wipe away. It is not in keeping with anything else in his life. But by this time he belonged to Lady Hamilton, body and soul.
She, by the way, had managed to acquire from her friend, the Queen of Naples, a nice tendency toward blood-thirstiness; as witness the following sweet anecdote by Pryne Lockhart Gordon, who tells of dining with the Hamiltons at Palermo, in company with a Turkish officer:
In the course of conversation, the officer boasted that with the sword he wore he had put to death a number of French prisoners.
"Look," he said, "there is their blood remaining on it." When the speech was translated to her, Lady Hamilton"s eyes beamed with delight. "Oh, let me see the sword that did the glorious deed!"
she exclaimed. Taking the sword in her hands, which were covered with jewels, she looked at it, then kissed the incrusted blood on the blade, and pa.s.sed it on to Nelson. Only one who was a witness to the spectacle can imagine how disgusting it was.
Enshrined once more at Naples, hailed as savior of the realm, acclaimed for her share in the Nile victory, the confidante of royalty--it would be pleasant to say good-by here to Emma Lyon, ex-nursemaid, ex-barmaid, ex-lady"s maid, nameless offspring of a Lancashire inn slavey. It was the climax of a wonderful life. But there was anticlimax aplenty to follow.
Nelson went home to England to receive the plaudits of his fellow countrymen and to settle accounts with his wife. Home, too, came the Hamiltons, Sir William having been recalled.
Lady Nelson was not at the dock to meet her hero husband. Bad news traveled fast, even before we boosted it along by wire and then by wireless. Lady Nelson had heard. And Lady Nelson was waiting at home.
Thither, blithely enough, fared the man in whose praise a million Englishmen were cheering themselves hoa.r.s.e--and in whose silver-buckled shoes perhaps no married Englishman would just then have cared or dared to stand. But Nelson was a hero. He went home.
I once had a collie puppy that had never chanced to be at close quarters with a cat. I was privileged to see him when he made his first gleefully fearless attack upon one, ignorant of the potential anguish tucked away behind a feline"s velvety paws. Somehow--with no disrespect to a great man--I always think of that poor, about-to-be-disillusioned puppy when I try to visualize the picture of Nelson"s home-coming.
Just what happened no one knows. But whatever it was, it did not teach Nelson the wisdom of husbandly reticence. For, a few weeks later, he remarked at breakfast:
"I have just received another letter from dear Lady Hamilton."
"I am sick of hearing of "dear" Lady Hamilton!" flared the long-suffering wife. "You can choose between us. You must give up her or me."
"Take care, f.a.n.n.y!" warned Nelson. "I love you dearly. But I cannot forget all I owe to dear Lady Hamilton."
"This is the end, then," announced Lady Nelson, and she left the house.
Only once again did she and her husband meet.
Nelson cast off all pretense at concealment after his wife left him.
His affair with Lady Hamilton became public property. Their daughter, Horatia, was openly acclaimed by him as his heiress. The English were in a quandary. They loved Nelson; they hated the woman who had dragged his name into the filth. They could not snub her without making him unhappy; they could not honor him without causing her to shine by reflected glory. It was unpleasant all around.