The end of Harriette Wilson’s tale, not told by her… Where does the life of a courtesan end?

Harriette_Wilson00After writing her memoirs, Harriette had the writing bug, and also an awful lot of unsaid information about people who did not want her to tell it. She wrote a play called Bought In and Bought Out to explore in a comedy how some of her former lovers had bought out of her memoirs with certain stipulations…

In 1828 she and the man she called her husband at the time, Mr Rochfort, moved back to London permanently, she purchased a fourteen year lease on a town house on the corner of Trevor Square, and began writing novels. Clara Gazul and Paris Lions and London Tigers

In 1829 though she once again hit the press, as her maid accused her of having pulled away a chair so she fell on the floor, and then refused to feed her anything but bread and water, Harriette was arrested and taken to court Bell’s Life in London, ran an article on her appearance. She was described as old, ugly and grey haired.  And at this court case Rochfort stated that Harriette was not strictly his wife.

In this year Harriette is known to also have begun testing the water in London, as far as possible new courtesan style relationships. She approached an author sixteen years her junior, and he kept her letters. But she is older, and times had changed, and the young author had no interest, other than to be flattered enough to keep the letters. But he marked them stating that he never met her.

In 1830, Harriette wrote a letter stating that in order for Mr Rochfort to obtain his inheritance from his estranged mother, he would need to be single, as his mother disapproved of Harriette and so she had decided to separate from him. Rochfort hired rooms in Berkeley Square.

In December 1831 however Rochfort began another affair. He fell in love with another man’s wife and moved in with her. It was another swift kick to poor Harriette’s ego. At first she still wrote to others as though she was his wife, but in 1832 she stopped mentioning him, and simply pretended he’d never existed, and then began using her real surname Debuchet. She had continued to write to Lord Ponsonby through the years since she published her memoirs, though he never replied. In 1832 the letters to him became even more regular, and were filled with outpourings of the pain she suffered following his desertion of her in favour of her younger sister. At this point she lived at 69 Vauxhall Bridge Road and Lord Ponsonby and his friends wrote to one another using terms such as ‘Obscene harpy’ ‘vile woman’ ‘wretched individual‘ to describe Harriette.

While Harriette spent the next two years falling into being nothing but regretted history, Rochfort used the connections he had made through her to begin walking in the world of the men who had passed her around among them, he began working for the Duke of Wellington.

In 1834 Harriette moved back to Knightsbridge and tried her hand at playing the bawd and bringing younger woman into favour as prostitutes among the men of the ‘first nobility.’ Of course these men no longer trusted her and so the attempt did not succeed. She even wrote a letter to Lord Ponsonby offering him one of the girls, but the letter was as much a message reminiscing on her past with him.

The next we here of Harriette is in 1840, when her life finally took a turn  for the good. She was baptised into the Catholic Church, as Mary Magdalen, and began to preach of her conversion, dedicating all her energy and keen mind to her faith. There is one letter to the young author she had tried to seduce some years before saying her commitment to God meant she was no longer available for ‘love’ … ‘when I was a sinner and a good looking one’ …

Harried lived in a cottage then, tending a cottage garden and devoted now to only her faith. She died on the 10th March 1845 two weeks after her 59th birthday. In her final letters, she asked that the Duke of Leinster and Frederick Lamb pay her medical bills, and that Brougham, Leinster and Lord Worcester, now the Duke of Beaufort pay for her burial. Brougham wrote to Beaufort from Parliament.

My dear Duke,

Our old acquaintance, Mme De Bochet (Harriette Wilson) died the week before last and left a note to say she hoped two or three of her former acquaintance would give the few pounds (fifteen) required to bury her – she having had an estimate price in with all the particulars  of the church and struck off what was merely ornamental – which has reduced it as above. Duke of Leinster has given a little and I think as she also named you and me, we ought to contribute our might.

What say you?

A few days later Brougham wrote again, and asked for a little more saying that she had left additional debts for medical care, which her brother, a piano turner could not afford.

Harriette’s funeral took place at Chelsea Catholic Chapel and her death certificate recorded her as Harreitte De Bochet a ‘woman of independent means’.

It’s not known where she was buried.

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So that is goodbye to Harriette and her colourful life. I shall miss her. But perhaps one day we may discover even more of the truth. After Harriette and her publisher Stockdale had died Sophie Stockdale, the publisher’s wife, is known to have tried to begin a new blackmail campaign.

My Lord,

Pardon the liberty I take in writing to your Lordship.

In  looking over my late husband’s papers I find that the MSS of Harriette Wilson is quite perfect, and more than appeared in print, for there are all those who withheld their names only merely crossed out with the pen. In offering the MSS to your Lordship, I was recollecting the circumstances of the late Lord Spencer’s undoubtedly a true history of our times, and there are also the numerous letters of who shall be in print and who shall not, for in years to come who would suppose that the greatest men of any age appear in the MSS.

I am not like Junius, I cannot afford to commit my MSS to the flames.

Sophie Stockdale…

One day then, perhaps, this original manuscript may be discovered…

Jane Lark is a writer of authentic, passionate and emotional Historical and New Adult Romance stories, and the author of a No.1 bestselling Historical Romance novel in America, ‘The Illicit Love of a Courtesan’.

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The terrible lie Harriette Wilson (a real Regency courtesan) told in her memoirs

Harriette_Wilson00Last week I discussed whether or not Harriette Wilson’s memoirs were true. This week I will share two of the lies she told. They are the most heart-wrenching lies I have ever heard. I cried when I found out about this. The truth is really disturbing. But before I tell you the truth, here is the background for this short series of posts looking behind Harriette Wilson’s memoirs to discover the things she didn’t say. If you’ve already read this, read on from the line of bold type.

If you have been following my blog for a little while, you will know that Harriette Wilson, the real Regency courtesan who published her memoirs in 1825 as a kiss and tell series, inspired the first novel in the Marlow Intrigues series, The Illicit Love of a Courtesan, I have been sharing the version of her life she told in her memoirs here for about a year, but over that year so many times people have told me – but it’s known she lied in them.

Well recently, I discovered the work of someone who has researched Harriette’s real life, and so I can now share with you some of the things she did not include.

As to whether or not she lied, well I will also cover that… But… I will say now, I have used her memoirs as a wealth of insight into the Regency world, her writing is like looking in through a window to see how life was for someone who lived then, and yes, you can definitely spot the scenes where there is some embellishment, either because she was writing for an audience, or because she wished to hurt someone who had hurt her… But overall, many of her scenes are from truth. Plenty more of this in the next couple of weeks, including some insights which I have found really upsetting.

Gosh, I was so upset by this story, that I have no idea how to begin…

Okay, just begin…

I first read Harriette Wilson’s memoirs, published in 1825, probably nearly ten years ago, and when I read them the part I found most  moving, was her relationship with Lord Ponsonby. Harriette fell in love. There is no doubt about that. It was not a lie.

It was this part of her memoirs that inspired me to write the first novel I succeeded in publishing. The Illicit Love of a Courtesan… So that is partly why I have found the true story she didn’t tell, compared to the lies she wrote, really upsetting. Because it was this part of her personal story that made me want to write a happy ending for a courtesan who fell in love…. Harriette’s real love affair had a terrible ending…

In her memoirs, Harritte tells her readers that she fell in love with Lord Ponsonby when she did not even know who he was. She saw him in Hyde Park, walking his dog. Throwing a stick for it. Once she’d seen Lord Ponsonby, she went back to the park night after night, with anyone who she could persuade to accompany her, or even alone… just to see him. Then she found out where he lived and followed him. For weeks this non-relationship persisted. She was in love, but she had not even spoken to him. But then one day, he rode past her house on his horse. She ran up to the roof of her house so she could spy on him, and saw him turn his horse at the end of the street and ride back along it, past her house.

That was Harriette’s first indication that Lord Ponsonby returned her interest.

At the time I think Harriette was in her early twenties, certainly she was young, she might have even only been nineteen, but she was at the height of her fame. She was well-known, and embedded among the most senior members of the aristocracy in Britain. It was when he attended the opera, that she discovered his name, and then she wrote a letter to him, and he wrote a letter back to her. Then he came to meet her… They did not make love on the first occasion, he was too tired, he had been sitting at his father’s bedside, night after night, through a long period of ill-health. But the next time he visited Harriette, she records the visit as something extremely special.

Throughout her memoirs she refers to Lord Ponsonby as the only man she truly loved. She constantly looks back to the three years she spent with him as the best time of her life, and compares every man who came after him to him.  He became her yard stick of what she was looking for in a man, and no one successfully competed. (okay so maybe you can hear a little reflection of Robert in The Passionate Love of a Rake – yes Harriette’s voice and memoirs have influenced an awful lot in my books).

So why did she part from him, well here is the lie… She said in her memoirs he developed a conscience and decided to end their affair so he could be faithful to his young, beautiful, wife.

He did not end their affair for that reason.

So how do we know the truth? Lord Ponsonby was a man who kept his letters, and in the collection of letters at his stately home, are letters between himself and others, and even from Harriette to him. So there is not doubt at all about the real truth Harriette did not tell.

Frances Wilson researched and published the truth in 2004. Frances’s view on Harriette’s words about her love affair with Lord Ponsonby was that Harriette did not know how to write about it, so she stole a style of writing from other works and used that in her memoirs. I don’t think that. The language Harriette uses in her memoirs always changes when she mentions Lord Ponsonby, her words become heartfelt, because they were heartfelt, he broke her heart. Not only that but he ripped it in half and ripped it out… and left her in pain for the rest of her life.

The love she had for him, had been love at first sight, and right from the beginning it was that all-consuming love that can turn a sensible person – possessive, jealous and even deranged… She was MAD for him, and that is the position she writes from. I guess maybe you can only really understand that sort of love, that can endure for a lifetime, even if the person was cruel to you and let you down irrevocably, if you have experienced it. I have, and I can hear that in Harriette’s words.

So what was the truth that Frances discovered. Harriette did have a three-year relationship with him. They were close, so close he told Harriette secrets about a former mistress of his, and gave Harriette letters from a former lover, so at some part of their relationship, he had thrown his whole self into it. But I would say it is extremely unlikely that he actually loved her back.

Did she watch him in Hyde Park for weeks before she spoke to him? Probably yes, certainly letters he had kept from friends tease him about the things Harriette wrote about him. So it is likely that they could well be true.

When they parted did she refuse to take an envelope containing the money he owed her as an end-of-relationship-settlement? That we also know is true, as I said last week, when she was writing to him asking for money at the point she published her memoirs, she raises this money that she did not take from him at the point they separated.

Did that conversation take place in the early hours of the morning in a carriage outside Parliament, as Harriette said it did, after she had sat and waited for him in his carriage, while he attended Parliament? We don’t know.

Was he agitated the day he parted from her, and quieter than normal all day, so that she sensed something was wrong but did not know what? Again we don’t know.

Did she know the true reason why he was leaving her at the point he did? We don’t know.

But what we do know – is that he did not leave her to be more loyal to his wife. He left her to commence an affair with Harriette’s quite possibly virgin, thirteen year old sister…  Sophia!

Yes, that sister…

I said at some point when I was retelling Harriette’s memoirs, that so much of what she said about Sophia rang with nastiness, that I was never sure if it was true. Again, my only judgement was based on the style of language Harriette used, but whenever she speaks of Sophia,she is vicious in a really strange way… Well now I know why!

IMG_4727In her memoirs, Harriette said that Sophia was stolen from the nest at her parents’ house, at the age of thirteen by Lord  Deerhurst, who followed her around and tempted her away with valueless trinkets. That was clearly not true. Lord Ponsonby came before Lord Deerhurst. So was Lord Ponsonby a seducer, did he go out of his way to win over a naive thirteen year old. Or had Sophia already made up her mind to follow the path of her sisters. Frances implies, Sophia had already made the decision, but she doesn’t evidence that… I am not convinced. Lord Ponsonby could easily have met Sophia through Harriette, he obviously liked young women,even his wife was young. So perhaps he fancied plucking Sophia before anyone else could.

Harriette constantly depicts Sophia as dull,  stupid, and having no wit at all. Yet Sophia did win Lord Ponsonby from Harriette who was known for being an extremely fun girl to be with. Harriette swore like the men, and cracked jokes like the men, as well as being able to do all the ladylike things. She loved her pianoforte. I was never sure if anything

Attingham Park - Sophia's - Lady Berwick's home

Attingham Park – Sophia’s – Lady Berwick’s home

she wrote about Sophia was true, because it sounded so callous and twisted. Now I am even less sure. Sophia, may well have been bright and utterly charming. Sophia is the sister who also went on to win respectability, to marry a Baron, and live in a huge stately home at Attingham Park, and bankrupt her husband.

Harriette must have truly hated her… I have never seen where the story comes from. But there is a story, which I am sure is true, that sitting in a box above Sophia at the opera, Harriette spat on her hair. I had thought it was done out of jealousy, now I understand why. Sophia stole the man Harriette loved. Many men passed between the sisters in the time they were working, but Harriette did not keep her infatuation for Lord Ponsonby a secret, and this for her was different from sharing a man she was indifferent to.

Quite frankly I don’t blame Harriette at all… :/

Frances Wilson also records that the first episode of Harriette’s memoirs were delayed for a considerable period, because Sophia was in consultation with the publisher, about a sum to take her name out of Harriette’s book. I wonder if Harriette’s answer then was to write a vicious fairytale of lies for her sister, if she wrote lies, she could take out the truth and be paid for it, but still ruin her sister’s respectability and have some form of revenge.

But then… As I said last week… Lord Ponsonby was out of the country when Harriette published the part about him. He did not have chance to buy his name out at that point, and even when he was threatened by Harriette, that she might tell stories about the other women he’d had affairs with, he refused to pay up, and there are letters from him to his friends, telling people to give her nothing… So he definitely did not pay her, or her publisher, any money.

Why then did she not at least tell the truth about him?

I wish I knew for certain, I don’t.

But my guess…

Okay, so if Sophia bought the truth out of the memoirs… you say of course Harriette could not have included it. But why not show the same vindictiveness for Lord Ponsonby that she did for Sophia then?

One word LOVE. She still loved him. She still would have taken him back if he’d wanted her. The letters she wrote to him, when he returned after her memoirs were published, which he kept, all allude to the fact she still had feelings for him.

I shared one letter last week, where she declared if he said on his word he did not have two hundred, she would accept one. Because she was always kinder and more considerate of Lord Ponsonby. She was still in love, even after him leaving her for a sister who was younger – still a child really. Even twenty years on from when it had happened.

How heartbreaking is that?

I think I find it so particularly moving because having lived with Harriette through her words for years, to discover this horrible secret that she kept to herself, is really sad.

But Lord Ponsonby must have been one of those men who was very clever at charming women, as his other former mistress Lady Conyngham, who was now the mistress of the King, and whose letters Harriette had been given and still kept, when she was told the King had sent Lord Ponsonby abroad to help silence Harriette’s threats, someone recorded at the time.  ‘Lady C, throws herself back on the sofa and never speaks, and the opinion is (which I don’t believe) that she hates kingy.’

What truths do we know. Frances Wilson quotes a letter Harriette wrote to Lord Byron, dated 1823, which is still in existence. ‘Lord, if you could only suffer for one single day the agony of mind I endured for more than two years after Ponsonby left me… you would bless your stars and your good fortune, blind, deaf and lame, at eighty-two, so that you could sleep an hour in forgetfulness or eat a little bit of batter pudding. Heavens! How I have prayed for death, nights and days and months together, merely as a rest from suffering...’

And there is a letter to Lord Ponsonby dated 1832, ‘My indignation expressed in many letters is quite real and quite natural  – were I to swear to you that I considered your conduct (in cutting me to attach a young stupid sister not half as handsome) with my feeling short of strong resentment and disgust you would not (if you know anything of human nature) behave thus – during three months of severe painful illness – I had time for reflection- and with a good deal of benevolence in my motive I could not but wish to think of you with less bitterness and dislike. It mattered not to you my opinion – but to myself hate was feverish and a bore. The result of calm candid inward reasoning on the subject brought me to this conclusion...’

Sorry that is not me ending it there, but Frances Wilson… But I think the conclusion is – she forgave him…

And why on earth write and say that so many years after the event, unless you are still carrying a torch Harriette?

So many times when I read historical true stories, I see incorrect judgements made, as people do not understand the world that person was living in… But here, in this…Harriette’s long lasting pain, her broken heart, and her hatred of her sister, and her undying love for Lord Ponsonby are obvious…

I am glad I did not know this truth when I read Harriette’s memoirs. The Illicit Love of a Courtesan was inspired by the adoration and infatuation she felt for Lord Ponsonby – these were words I read between her lines… I would not have been moved to write the story of Ellen Harding, in The Illicit Love of a Courtesan, if I’d known their story ended with so much pain…

John Ponsonby, you are a complete and utter blackguard! If I ever come across your grave I shall dance a jig on it!

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There won’t be a Harriette post for a couple of weeks, as I am away, but  when I am back I’ll share how Harriette spent the rest of her life after she wrote her memoirs… Did she have a happy ending of her own after all?

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Jane Lark is a writer of authentic, passionate and emotional Historical and New Adult Romance stories, and the author of a No.1 bestselling Historical Romance novel in America, ‘The Illicit Love of a Courtesan’.

Look at the index to discover all the true stories Jane has discovered during research, and to find links to excerpts and a FREE novella ~ A Lord’s Desperate Love

Click here to find out more about Jane’s books, and see Jane’s website www.janelark.co.uk to learn more about Jane. Or click  ‘like’ on Jane’s Facebook  page to see photo’s and learn historical facts from the Georgian, Regency and Victorian eras, which Jane publishes there. You can also follow Jane on twitter at @janelark