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more to his “uttermost farthing”. And the Earl of Cork, at Stalbridge,
had not done badly either, though he seems to have had his
reservations about this levying of money and troops. His neighbour,
the Earl of Bristol, at Sherborne, was one of those who had evaded
promising anything in the meantime.
But in February and March Dungarvan and Barrymore had been in
London, and just at this time also Kynalmeaky and Broghill had
arrived back in London with M. Marcombes. During this visit to
London Dungarvan had been led into an undertaking to serve his
King in the Scottish Expedition: a rash undertaking, made without his
father’s “privitie”; “an unadvised engagement” is the Earl’s comment
in his diary. But all the same the Earl supplied his son and heir with
£3000 to raise and arm a troop of a hundred horse—a magnificent
subscription, which at the time caused much talk at the Court of
Whitehall. Lord Barrymore, at the same time, had been
commissioned by the King to hurry across to Ireland with letters to
Wentworth, and to “raise and press” a thousand Irishmen, foot-
soldiers, into the King’s service against the Scots.
The very day that Barrymore set out for Ireland on this mission the
Earl of Bristol left Sherborne for the rendezvous at York. A day or two
later King Charles himself set out from London on his journey
northwards, and in April, Kynalmeaky and Broghill were being fitted
out with arms and saddles and “armors of prooff”, in order to
accompany their brother Dungarvan. In the beginning of May,
Dungarvan’s wagons and carriages began their journey from
Stalbridge; and on May 9 the Earl’s three sons, Dungarvan,
Kynalmeaky, and Broghill, rode out of Stalbridge with Dungarvan’s
troop of one hundred horse. Three of his five sons! “God, I beseech
him,” wrote the Earl in his diary, “restore them safe, happy, and
victorious, to my comfort.” It was then that he gave Frank a horse for
his very own, and that the small philosopher was allowed to pocket
the orchard keys. And the family at the Manor settled down to wait
for news of their soldiers—so slow of coming in those old days. The
ladies and the children were left behind in the care of the old Earl, M.
Marcombes, and Mr. Dowch, the parson.
There were a good many ladies at the Manor during the summer
of 1639. A bevy of daughters had gathered about the old Earl, and
were “exceeding welcome unto” him. And it is not to be supposed
that it was by any means a doleful household while the men of the
family were away. For the women of the Boyle family, whatever their
education had or had not been, were every whit as clever by nature
as the men: “Believe it,” wrote the family friend, Sir John Leeke, to
Sir Edmund Verney, about the ladies of the Boyle family, “Ould Corke
could not begett nothing foolish.” Lady Dungarvan, his daughter-in-
law, and his daughters Lady Barrymore, Lady Lettice Goring, Lady
Katharine Jones and the little Lady Mary Boyle, were all at Stalbridge
at this time, together with several of the grandchildren and all the
“retinues.” And in picturing this family gathering it is strange to
remember that at least three of these noble women must have been
marked by the scourge of the smallpox. Lady Dungarvan had never
been beautiful; and her recent attack of smallpox, however it may
have altered her pleasant face, had not left her any less cheerful and
good-natured than when she first came a bride amongst them, and
won, by her charming person and manner, the liking of the “best sort
of people” in Ireland. It was a charm that was to outlive her youth: “A
very fine-speaking lady,” wrote Samuel Pepys of her many years
later; “and a good woman, but old, and not handsome; but a brave
woman.” And so overcome was Mr. Pepys by his first sight and
salutation of this noble lady at Burlington House that he managed to
set his periwig afire in the candle that was brought for the sealing of
a letter.[64]
Lady Barrymore had also suffered severely from smallpox soon
after her child-marriage, and at the same time with her sister Lettice.
This illness, and the subsequent disappointments of life, had left
Lettice Goring a querulous invalid. She was shockingly illiterate, and
she was small-minded, though she was not a stupid woman. But
Lady Barrymore seems to have kept all her charms—not the least of
them her “brave hart”. She was clever, very political and chatty; “very
energetic and capable, very amusing and very lovable.”[65] And then
there was Lady Katharine—wife of Arthur Jones;—the one of all the
Earl’s daughters with the finest intellect, the finest character, and,
according to report, the most beautiful face. Weighed down as she
was by a miserable marriage, she was to rise above all the trials of
life, to be remembered by later generations as “Milton’s Friend,” the
“Incomparable Lady Ranelagh”, the “dearest, dearest, dearest sister”
of Robert Boyle. “A more brave wench or a Braver Spiritt you have
not often mett withall,” Sir John Leeke wrote of her in the summer of
1639; “she hath a memory that will hear a sermon and goe home
and penn itt after dinner verbatim. I know not how she will appeare in
England, but she is most accounted of at Dublin.”
Sir John Leeke, who had married Sir Edmund Verney’s half-sister,
was related also to the Barrymore family, and lived with his wife and
children in a house on the Castle Lyons estates. It was Lady
Barrymore who figured in his delightful letters as “My deare Mustris”,
and “the worthiest of woemen”. But it was Katharine Jones, and the
sorrow that looked out of her sweet face, that had won all his
chivalrous devotion. “My pretious Katharine”, he wrote, “is somewhat
decayed from the sweetest face I ever saw (and surely I have seen
good ones).”
The little Katy—who might have married young Sapcott Beaumont,
and so become one of a family known afterwards for its generous
patronage of art and literature, the family so kind to the Poet
Wordsworth—had been given, at fifteen, to “honest Arthur Jones”,
who would some day be Viscount Ranelagh. Her marriage portion
had been duly paid down, as per agreement, at Strongbow’s tomb in
Christchurch, Dublin, on Midsummer Day 1631. She had been
carried off to Athlone Castle; and though she had since lived a good
deal under her father’s roof, and had evidently always been a special
object of her own family’s care and affection, she had, none the less,
ever since her marriage-day, been in legal bondage to a man who
was a gambler and a churl. In this summer of 1639, the old Earl,
writing to Lord Ranelagh, the father of Arthur Jones, was begging
him rather pathetically not to insist on his son’s return to Ireland, but
to allow Katharine and Arthur to spend the winter together in the
House of the Savoy: “They shalbe both lodged and dyeted in my
house and hartily welcome.” He seems to have hoped that a winter
in London might improve Arthur Jones, “now that he hath given over
immoderate play in Corners.”[66] But if the Earl was determined, for
his favourite daughter’s sake, to make the best of a miserable
business, Sir John Leeke in his letter to Sir Edmund Verney was
more outspoken. “She is keapte and long hath bine by the foulest
churl in the worlde,” he wrote: “he hath only one virtue that he
seldome cometh sober to bedd....”[67]
It is scarcely to be wondered at if the youngest of this bevy of
sisters, the little Lady Mary Boyle, looked dubiously on the thing
called Husband, as she saw it in one or two types of brother-in-law
that presented themselves to her girlish scrutiny. With her own
horses, her own handsome allowance, and a great deal of her own
way, this little lady of fourteen was not disposed to “change her
condition.” The stormy romance of her life was to come all too soon;
but in the meantime the Beauty was still sleeping. In three of her
sisters’ marriages, she could have seen little of that “Heart
Exchange” of which we may imagine her to have been reading in her
volume of Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia—an opinionative little lady,
probably in a scarlet gown, on some sequestered seat in the manor
garden.