Governor Lowe's Special Gift.
Elizabeth Balcombe
The teenager did what few others dared: she approached England's foe and became his friend
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March 21st, 1819
I know I shouldn't have started an argument with the captain of the Winchelsea at supper. Then we would never have heard the dreadful story of how we English are treating a man who, far from being the cold-hearted, ambitious and inhumane tyrant presented in so many newspaper accounts, is possibly the kindest and most sensitive man I have met.
Sir Harwood lost a hand at Aboukir against the French Navy, it is hardly surprising that he should enjoy scorning poor Boney so much. I managed to refrain from berating him for his tales, but I could not help shaking with anger. The captain must have seen this, for he began to tell one of the most disgusting accounts of the French Levantine campaign I ever heard, culminating with a description of the alleged slaughter of the prisoners and of the sick of Jaffa. I flatter myself I know a tad bit more than my fellow English-folk about these tragic affairs as I have actually managed to get Boney to share his version of this sorry tale with me.
My father was shocked to hear me retell the story with Boney's own words - they were not quite becoming for a young woman of my age - but our host only laughed and mocked me for my naiveté. The captain was much mortified when doctor O'Meara, who was attending to Boney when I dared and asked him about Jaffa, rose to the Sir Harwood's challenge and demonstrated the inanity of the lurid details we had been provided with in ample profusion.
The captain was much aggravated by the doctor's speech, and retaliated the Irishman was being sent home by Hudson Lowe because the Governor suspected him of being a sympathizer of "that wretched French General". Presently he added that he had now heard proof, and that the doctor should be thankful his only punishment was to be the severance of the link between him and "Monsieur Bonaparte". Then he went on to compliment the Governor's gesture of having a coffin specially prepared for the Emperor stored next to Longwood - on the very day his doctor sailed away from St Helena on the Winchelsea.
I broke upon hearing this. Not five days ago my father and I were with Boney in his garden. He had never looked so sickly, nor had I ever seen him this depressed. He knows he will not leave St Helena alive. He has known this ever since before his arrival, but never had I seen him so oppressed by the idea of dying on the island - nor had I, indeed, ever heard him mention his death once, not even last November, when we were really afraid for him. Hearing him say we would be hearing about his death soon after we got back to London nearly broke my heart.
It was this image of him I pictured in my mind as I heard captain Harwood boast of having brought that horrible gift of Governor Lowe's. He was abusing a kind man who has never been the monster we English said he was; our miserable and lonely prisoner: my poor old Uncle Napoléon. And the only gift England sent to ease his suffering during his last days was a coffin.
Elizabeth Balcombe
The teenager did what few others dared: she approached England's foe and became his friend
**
March 21st, 1819
I know I shouldn't have started an argument with the captain of the Winchelsea at supper. Then we would never have heard the dreadful story of how we English are treating a man who, far from being the cold-hearted, ambitious and inhumane tyrant presented in so many newspaper accounts, is possibly the kindest and most sensitive man I have met.
Sir Harwood lost a hand at Aboukir against the French Navy, it is hardly surprising that he should enjoy scorning poor Boney so much. I managed to refrain from berating him for his tales, but I could not help shaking with anger. The captain must have seen this, for he began to tell one of the most disgusting accounts of the French Levantine campaign I ever heard, culminating with a description of the alleged slaughter of the prisoners and of the sick of Jaffa. I flatter myself I know a tad bit more than my fellow English-folk about these tragic affairs as I have actually managed to get Boney to share his version of this sorry tale with me.
My father was shocked to hear me retell the story with Boney's own words - they were not quite becoming for a young woman of my age - but our host only laughed and mocked me for my naiveté. The captain was much mortified when doctor O'Meara, who was attending to Boney when I dared and asked him about Jaffa, rose to the Sir Harwood's challenge and demonstrated the inanity of the lurid details we had been provided with in ample profusion.
The captain was much aggravated by the doctor's speech, and retaliated the Irishman was being sent home by Hudson Lowe because the Governor suspected him of being a sympathizer of "that wretched French General". Presently he added that he had now heard proof, and that the doctor should be thankful his only punishment was to be the severance of the link between him and "Monsieur Bonaparte". Then he went on to compliment the Governor's gesture of having a coffin specially prepared for the Emperor stored next to Longwood - on the very day his doctor sailed away from St Helena on the Winchelsea.
I broke upon hearing this. Not five days ago my father and I were with Boney in his garden. He had never looked so sickly, nor had I ever seen him this depressed. He knows he will not leave St Helena alive. He has known this ever since before his arrival, but never had I seen him so oppressed by the idea of dying on the island - nor had I, indeed, ever heard him mention his death once, not even last November, when we were really afraid for him. Hearing him say we would be hearing about his death soon after we got back to London nearly broke my heart.
It was this image of him I pictured in my mind as I heard captain Harwood boast of having brought that horrible gift of Governor Lowe's. He was abusing a kind man who has never been the monster we English said he was; our miserable and lonely prisoner: my poor old Uncle Napoléon. And the only gift England sent to ease his suffering during his last days was a coffin.