Frances Hodgson Burnett’s Making of a Marchioness (1901) is a charming,
comfortable book. The beef tea of literature, it is old fashioned yet seems
curiously appealing when you are ill, or a little miserable. It starts as a
classic Cinderella story, yet in the second half The Methods of Lady Walderhurst it becomes a gothic drama, complete
with sinister servants and treacherous cousins. What makes it so delightful is
that both hero and heroine of the tale are dull, and even a little dim, and the
narrator gently mocks them for it.
Emily Fox-Seton, the heroine
is an archetypal English Rose, and like a rose is uncomplicated, old fashioned,
and utterly delightful. You could easily apply a critical post-colonial lens to
this book, or examine the role of women in Edwardian society. Many have, and it’s
included in several college syllabuses. But I’m not going to. I am going to take
it at face value, a story where goodness and generosity are rewarded and the
bad end badly. When you’re under the weather you want fairytales, not literary
criticism.
Like this book, rose gardens
have fallen out of fashion recently, due to their indulgent use of space, and
are now mainly to be found in parks and botanic gardens with a rather Victorian
feel about them. When you find one in full flower though it’s heavenly. Many of the important events
of the book take place in a rose garden, somewhat unsurprisingly, as Frances
Hodgson Burnett also wrote The Secret
Garden. It is in the rose gardens of
a kindly employer’s country house that Emily has her first real encounter with
Lord Walderhurst, and it is as understated as the rest of their romance:
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‘Emily adored the flowers as she
walked by their beds, and at intervals stopped to bury her face in bunches of
spicy things...
She was startled, as she
turned into a rather narrow rose-walk, to see Lord Walderhurst coming towards
her. He looked exceedingly clean in his fresh light knickerbocker suit, which
was rather becoming to him. A gardener was walking behind, evidently gathering
roses for him, which he put into a shallow basket…. As Emily was just passing
him when he turned again, and as the passage was narrow, he found himself
unexpectedly gazing into her face.
Being nearly of the same
height, they were so near each other that it was a little awkward.
‘I beg pardon,’ he said,
stepping back a pace and lifting his straw hat.’
It is the fragile, heavily
scented old fashioned roses that one pictures Walderhurst gathering at Mallowe,
however hybrid teas began to be bred in the 1890s so could feasibly have spoilt
the rather romantic image with their brash colours and fleshy blooms. All well
and good in their place, but their place is not in a fairytale. Despite what
the Slipper and the Rose would have you think.
We are lucky then, that
Frances Hodgson Burnett specifically names one of the roses grown at Mallowe-
‘The next morning she was in
the gardens early, gathering roses with the dew on them, and was in the act of
cutting some adorable ‘Mrs Sharman Crawfords’ when she found it behoved her to
let down her carefully tucked up petticoats, as the Marquis of Walderhurst was
walking straight towards her.’
Mrs Sharman Crawford is a
hybrid perpetual variety, the link between old roses and modern hybrid teas. A
beautiful double pink, Mrs Sharman Crawfords are sadly lacking in scent,
though, like Emily Fox Seton’s absent sense of humour, we can’t have everything
in life.
Vita Sackville-West wrote of
the heavily scented old roses which she loved: ‘There is nothing scrimpy or stingy about them.
They have a generosity which is as desirable in plants as in people.’ While VSW
would have almost certainly disapproved of the staid Edwardian romance of Making of a Marchioness, her description
could have been written to describe Emily Fox-Seton whose defining
characteristic is her generosity.
I have recommended this book to several
people, and my friend, having read it whilst having a hard time at work said ‘it
was so lovely, it gives you the feeling of a royal wedding.’ It is unexacting,
a fairytale for two dreary people, when so often books demand unrealistic fascination
from their characters.
Front gardens around the
country are currently filled with roses, and I recommend you go for a walk to
seek them out. Alternatively, the rose gardens at Kew and David Austin, as well
as the City of Belfast International Rose Garden are all at peak flowering time
now, put on a big floppy hat, tuck up your petticoats and seek them out. And next time you need
cheering up, treat yourself and read The
Making of a Marchioness. And if you’ve the space, plant a rose or two. You
won’t regret it.
Links
David Austin- rose grower, his catalogue is
a fairytale in its own right.