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The Wild Letters of Shelley to Elizabeth Hitchener
Shelley
The letters of Shelley to Elilabeth Hitchener of Hurstpierpoint are one
of the most remarkable chapters of his remarkable life.
One of the most remarkable passages in the tempestuous career of Shelley
took its rise here in 1811, when he paid a visit to his uncle Captain Pilfold,
at Cuckfield. A daughter of Pilfold was a pupil of Elizabeth Hitchener,
who, a dark and stately beauty of some ability, daughter of a smuggler turned
innkeeper, was mistress of a school at Hurstpierpoint. Through the pupil
the poet made the acquaintance of her mistress.
With his habit of idealising his acquaintances, Shelley saw in Elizabeth
a paragon of virtue, wisdom, and exalted genius, and embarked on an ecstatic
year's correspondence with her, which, opening on a high philosophical note,
quickly centred about the personality of Elizabeth herself.
She was 29 and Shelley was 19 and he was busy writing and talking about
the Necessity of Atheism and reform of society in general and his parents
in particular. She was steeped in the stilted convention of the novels of
the period.
From his "Dear Madam" she progresses rapidly to the dear friend,
the dearest friend, and the "soul's sister" of the poet, with
whom he must share his fortune, once he attains it. She, he says, having
raised herself from poverty to intellectual eminence, is his superior, and
he sets himself the breathless task of emulating the simple splendour of
her life.
The letters begin in June of 181l, within two months Shelley has taken
pity on the sorrows of pretty Harriet Westbrook, his sister's schoolfellow,
and has married her, a girl of 16; two months later he writes to Elizabeth
the one full account we have of the unhappy marriage that was to drive Harriet
to suicide. It does not make gallant reading.
Shelley has no secrets from Elizabeth; he discusses with her his family,
his friends, his politics, and tells her the full story of the treachery
of Hogg, who had been the brother of his soul. The letters grow in fervour
and frequency; it is Elizabeth and not Harriet who has the bridegroom's
heart. Elizabeth, at ease in the diction of the current fiction, on reading
of the baseness of Hogg, finds her blood frozen and is prompted "to
forswear her kindred with mankind."
The upshot of the correspondence is that Elizabeth must forsake her school
and join the Shelley household, now including Harriet's sister. This impossible
group held together for five months and then was split by insatiable jealousies
and by Shelley's discovery that his goddess of wisdom was a very ordinary
fallible creature, daily contact with whom dispels illusions and turns idolatry
into indifference and indifference into hate.
The inevitable parting came, Elizabeth being compensated with a promise
of £100 a year to make good the loss of her school. Shelley now transferred
his affections to Mary Godwin.
He was drowned in 1822, and in that year Elizabeth, then 40, published
a poem on the Weald of Kent, which reflects her political opinions and fondly
commemorates her friendship with the poet. Soon afterwards she married an
Austrian officer, deposited Shelley's letters and copies of her own with
a solicitor, and vanished from knowledge in the country of her husband.
There is one letter of poor Harriet's, written to Elizabeth from Dublin
in 1812, which is curious enough to quote:
'I believe I have mentioned a new acquaintance of ours, a Mrs Nugent,
who is sitting in the room now and talking to Percy about Virtue, while
the poor of the city are drinking whiskey because they cannot afford bread
and being hanged for stealing 13s 4d.'
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