The memoirs of Mary Elizabeth Williams, who became mistress of Charlecote Old Hall in 1823. She wrote this memoir for her grandchildren sixty years later, including anecdotes about some of the famous people she had met - Queen Victoria and Sir Walter Scott among them - and provides an authentic view of life in fashionable 19th-century society.
A deeply personal and touching account of a noble woman's life spanning most of the 19th century.
I purchased this book on a whim a couple of years ago, when visiting Charlecote Park for the first time, but have ended up reading it in large part as research towards my next novel. There are moments of deep joy and events that brought profound sorrow. The shadow of infant mortality did not discriminate between the rich and poor, it seems, and although Mistress Lucy was blessed with many children, most did not reach adulthood.
If you like reading about Victorian England, this will give you a great deal of insight. Highly recommended.
This is an interesting non-fiction account of Mrs. Lucy's life. From her early days as a child in north wales to her years as the lady of Charlecote. Through the growing love for her husband to the tragedy of the early deaths of several of her children. This is an account of the excess of life for the privileged in Victorian society. It does give a fascinating glimpse of their life in a large country house and the visiting, partying and grand balls together with a house rented in London for the "season".
This read was inspired by my recent visit to the house in Warwickshire.
In one of the rooms in Charlecote, a National Trust property in Warwickshire, I heard a recorded extract from this fascinating biography, written by an old lady for her grandchildren. I could identify with that and went straight down to the gift shop and bought a copy! Good marketing of a book written in the 1880's from a life stretching back to 1803 and Oh, so chastening to read in 2025. Intelligent, good-looking, happily and well-married and wealthy with a buoyant personality, Mary Elizabeth Lucy's life will make you count your blessings! The rigors of daily living; travel, the treachery of horses, carriages, Victorian plumbing and the absence of same, disease, the perils of childbirth and the ever present threat of premature mortality, grief and the loneliness of old age, all perfuse this interesting narrative. Here is a woman who had 8 children, 5 of whom predeceased her. It required considerable faith and determination. How our attitudes have changed. This woman speaks to us across the years and says an enormous amount about the social history of the Victorians, not just the poverty, though she touches on it in a chillingly casual way, but in a life of privilege.
I bought this book while on holiday with family and I can still remember sitting by the stream that runs through the park of Charlecote House and then picking this book up in the shop. When I select a book to read, it often brings back memories of the day I bought it and this certainly did. It's the fascinating memoirs of one of the mistresses who called it home during Queen Victoria's reign. I loved how it brought not only her life, often mired by tragedy to life, but brought across her indomitable spirit.
This is a charming memoir of the life of a gentle aristocratic lady in the nineteenth century. It has a straightforward narrative style and gives a good insight into the lives, including the tragedies, that beset people of that social class in Britain.
I particularly commend the skillful way in which Mary Lucy's writings have been weaved together, making this a pleasure to read.
Will read again, have visited charlcote hall; the memoirs are a delightfully honest and detailed account of Victorian life spanning over 60 yrs, and tells of many exciting dramas ,tragedies and highlights of the high society of the time
Interesting to read her reminiscences written when she was 80. The grief she feels in the deaths of her children comes across as fresh as the day it happened, so sad. I always enjoy reading any life stories of women.
Imagine being dumb enough to read someone's memoirs from the 1800s and being genuinely upset that she dies in the end. But yeah 10/10 on this one. Made me ugly cry.
I was prompted to read this after admiring a photograph of Mary William’s exquisite silk wedding pelisse in Marriage a la Mode, Three Centuries of Wedding Dress (in fact a detail is on the cover of that book - the Tudor sleeves and slashing are a particularly beautiful feature). Alongside it was an extract from Mary’s diary describing her wedding and journey to at that time tumbledown Charlecote where she complained of being freezing cold on arrival. Throughout the diary she gives some fine descriptions of weddings and balls. The diary was written in her old age to give an account of a happy life to her grandchildren and is lucid and well written. The impression given of Mary is of a warm-hearted woman whose family is at the heart of her life. Tragedy haunts her but she has a staunch Christian faith that supports her through all her life. Yes, there are unfortunate (to us modern readers) lapses into snobbery and a sense of a divine right to her place as landed gentry, but I find it hard to hold those against her gives the mores of the time. Instead, by the end of her life and after reading the Afterword, there is a powerful impression of the passing glory of the English aristocracy, with all its fatal self-absorption as a lost but ineffably beautiful world slips away.
This was pleasant, there were times when I asked myself "why was I reading this book?" but on the whole I enjoyed it. It provided a real peek into life In The Victorian era. And makes me even more glad I live In A time and place with low child mortality!
A really lively engaging diary which gives a wonderful rich insight into another age and time yet Mary Elizabeth Lucy's love for her family is paramount.
I picked this book up at the gift shop inside Charlecote. What a lovely book, chock full of insight into the lives of the landed gentry during the Victorian era. Heartbreaking and poignant.