Thursday, June 9, 2011

Women at Sea: Girl with the Turban

The painting above, once attributed to Johann Zoffany, may be more familiar to most than the story of the women it portrays. It is an attractive portrait with both women, obviously just out of girlhood, looking mischievous and friendly. Surely, one must think, this is a lady and her maid hamming it up for their visual biographer. Finding out that, in fact, the ladies are cousins should make one at the very least a tad more curious.


On the right is Lady Elizabeth Murray. Born into privilege in 1761 as the daughter of the Earl of Mansfield, she was orphaned in her youth and went to live with her uncle James, who inherited his brother’s estate. Elizabeth was an heiress in her own right but, because her aunt and uncle were childless, faced the prospect of a lonely, country youth. All that changed with the appearance of the woman on the left, Dido Belle Lindsey.

Around the same time in the West Indies, the son of the Earl of Mansfield’s sister was making a name for himself in the Royal Navy. John Lindsay was in command of HMS Trent, a frigate of 28 guns. While on the Jamaica station Lindsay became known as one of those typical spit and polish Royal Navy Captains that were notorious in the Caribbean. Some time in 1761 he did something else not entirely unheard-of for a British man in foreign waters: he fathered an illegitimate child by a local woman.

Dido was the daughter of the Captain and a slave or free black woman named Maria Belle. Various fantastical stories – including that she was an abused slave aboard a Havana gunship rescued by Lindsay – surround Maria. The fact of the matter, though, is that she was probably Jamaican and the Captain’s companion while he was in local waters. Though this is speculation, both fact and very well researched historical fiction (Forester and O’Brian mention these kinds of arrangements, for instance) point to this possibility.

It is probable that Maria either died in childbirth or shortly thereafter because in 1762, after Lindsay had made a name for himself at the capture of Havana, he sent little Dido home to live with his Uncle James. It appears that, in fact, Dido may have been the first little girl taken in by the childless – and at the time future – Earl and Countess of Mansfield.

While Lindsay prospered at sea (and fathered at least two other illegitimate children), Dido was raised at Kenwood House in Hampstead, England. Historians note that she had a fine, four-poster bed with chintz hangings, was given asses milk when she was ill, and learned not only to read and write but to speak French, Italian and possibly Latin. It is even reasonable to say that Dido was tutored alongside her cousin Elizabeth.

While the same historians relate that her Uncle Mansfield, a judge, would later make decisions on slavery cases based on his love of Dido, some distinct differences were at play back at home. Dido did not dine with the family when guests came to call, but only joined the ladies in the parlor after the meal was over. She did not formally come out into society as Elizabeth did, either, being considered her cousin’s “companion” by the time they were old enough to accept suitors.

On the other hand, Dido was afforded broad and in some cases unusual duties. She travelled extensively with the family and with Elizabeth in particular. She was given the oversight of both the poultry house and the dairy at Kenwood, in which case she supervised the laborers, bought and sold animals and their produce, stocked the household larder and kept the books. This would have been a typical assignment for a young woman learning the art of keeping an estate. Atypical in the extreme was one of Dido’s later duties: secretary to the Earl. She dealt with messengers, read correspondence and wrote out dictated letters and other papers. This kind of work was generally reserved for a male steward or secretary. For a woman to take up such a task in the late 18th century was virtually unheard of.

Dido was left a yearly allowance not only by the Earl of Mansfield but also by her father, who died without legitimate offspring. Some writers point to her race when comparing Dido’s annuity of 30 pounds from the Earl to the one he settled on her cousin of approximately 100 pounds. What is often overlooked in these discussions is the stigma of illegitimacy, which would have also contributed to Dido’s inability to be introduced into society. This, perhaps even more than mixed race, certainly slammed doors in the face of even the most cheerful, polished and beautiful girls of the era.

Dido married after her Uncle’s death in 1793. She and John Davinier had three sons baptized in the church of St. George on Hanover Square. Dido was buried there, in St. George’s Field, after her death in 1804.

The lovely portrait of the two happy friends who clearly charmed the anonymous gentleman on the other side of the canvas is currently owned by the present Earl of Mansfield. It hangs in Scone Palace in Perth, Scotland. One hopes that more people will learn the intimate and fascinating story of both ladies, and particularly the pretty girl with the turban.

Header: Lady Elizabeth Murray and Dido Belle Lindsay by an unknown artist c 1779

18 comments:

Undine said...

Dido, judging by that portrait, looked like an ancestress of Halle Berry, didn't she?

What an interesting story--I have come across some other cases where aristocratic families took in their sons' illegitimate "mixed-race" daughters (the most notorious instance provided the basis for Lillian Hellman's "The Children's Hour"...but that's a whole other post entirely.) I've never heard of any who were given such a relatively important role in the household, though. I got the impression from your post that she must have had some unusually fine personal qualities--I hope she was happy despite the prejudices she must have faced.

Pauline said...

Ahoy, Undine! The small number of family letters that I was able to access are all full of praise with regard to Dido; "good character", "wit" and "charm" coming up quite a bit. Obviously, she was intelligent and attractive as well.

Her story is a bit ironic to me personally given that I have inumberable unnamed relatives who were living similar lives, and at the same time, as the mixed race children of wealthy white men. Of course they were free quadroons in Louisiana so no one seems to think twice about it.

Ah history; the things you will happily ignore.

kellie said...

I saw a good exhibition about her at Kenwood House a few years ago, and the website for it is still online.

Pauline said...

Ahoy, Kellie and thank you so much for the link. Fascinating indeed.

Timmy! said...

Ahoy, Pauline! Interesting post. They were both pretty girls. And Captain Lindsay was certainly a prolific seaman... No pun intended.

Pauline said...

Ahoy, Timmy! They were; obviously the Murray's had a penchant for producing lovely women. As to the Captain well, Jack Aubrey references abound (I'm brought to mind of Sam Panda for some reason...)

Isis said...

Absolutely facinating! I have never heard this story before. Andthe portrait is so lovely! I would love to see it for real.

Pauline said...

Ahoy, Isis and thankee! I'm betting you're like me in wishing that Dido wasn't holding that basket of tropical fruit so that we could see her gown and compare it to Elizabeth's. Lovely, indeed.

Blue Flamingo said...

Fascinating! Thank you so much for posting and the image - so intriguing.

Pauline said...

Ahoy, Blue Flamingo! This is the kind of stuff - and the kind of people - that make(s) historical research so worth while. Thank you for your support!

Stephanie Burgis said...

Thanks so much for this fascinating post! Would you mind pointing me toward where you found out about Dido? (You mentioned reading family letters? Was that in a published biography or in an archive somewhere?) I'd really love to find out more about her!

Pauline said...

Ahoy, Stephanie and welcome aboard! This website:
http://www.georgianlondon.com/the-little-black-girl-who-helped-end-slavery
has a nice article about Dido with references to her family home at Kenwood. Also Amanda Vickery's "The Gentleman's Daughter" touches on both she and her cousin Elizabeth.

Dido also has a Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dido-Elizabeth-Belle-Lindsay/110881918964096?sk=info
with some helpful links.

Stephanie Burgis said...

Thanks so much, Pauline! I really appreciate the links and pointers. (And duh! The Vickery book is sitting on my bookshelf but I've only read bits and pieces of it as I was doing focused research for a different purpose. Must sit down and read it all the way through!)

Pauline said...

Let me know what you find. I'd be pleased if you'd add things here for others doing research as well.

Elizabeth Kerri Mahon said...

I've been fascinated with Dido ever since I read about her on the History Hoydens site. History Today also did an article on her. Apparently there is thought that she influenced Lord Mansfield in terms of abolishing the slave trade. I don't know whether it is true or not but it's fascinating. Thanks for the links for more information.

Pauline said...

Ahoy, Elizabeth and thank you for the added info. I think Dido's comparitive fame - there were certainly other mixed race children of seamen in Britain at the time but few were brought up among nobility - means she has extra baggage attached. And that, of course, includes slavery. Either way, her story is an interesting one.

Anonymous said...

wow you actually gave information for the double portrait. it only took two years. give up some bib. info and you'll be less of a pirate bitch yourself. i like how you include a copyright on your blog, hypoctite. as a grad student formally studying the subject of piracy i'm sickened by this. 'let me know what you find'...so i can act all stupid and say things like ahoy. fuck you novice.

Pauline said...

At this point, I feel compelled to say that your anonymous anger seems mischanelled given that this is the third comment you've added, all with a similar tone. Hopefully, you can focus your energy on your research. Good luck.