great-grandfather had brought from Venice when he was
ambassador there. There were china jars of all
shapes and sizes round and about the room, and some
china monsters, or idols, of which I could never bear
the sight, they were so ugly, though I think my lady
valued them more than all. There was a thick
carpet on the middle of the floor, which was made
of small pieces of rare wood fitted into a pattern;
the doors were opposite to each other, and were composed
of two heavy tall wings, and opened in the middle,
moving on brass grooves inserted into the floor—they
would not have opened over a carpet. There were
two windows reaching up nearly to the ceiling, but
very narrow and with deep window-seats in the thickness
of the wall. The room was full of scent, partly
from the flowers outside, and partly from the great
jars of pot-pourri inside. The choice of odours
was what my lady piqued herself upon, saying nothing
showed birth like a keen susceptibility of smell.
We never named musk in her presence, her antipathy
to it was so well understood through the household:
her opinion on the subject was believed to be, that
no scent derived from an animal could ever be of a
sufficiently pure nature to give pleasure to any person
of good family, where, of course, the delicate perception
of the senses had been cultivated for generations.
She would instance the way in which sportsmen preserve
the breed of dogs who have shown keen scent; and how
such gifts descend for generations amongst animals,
who cannot be supposed to have anything of ancestral
pride, or hereditary fancies about them. Musk,
then, was never mentioned at Hanbury Court. No
more were bergamot or southern-wood, although vegetable
in their nature. She considered these two latter
as betraying a vulgar taste in the person who chose
to gather or wear them. She was sorry to notice
sprigs of them in the button-hole of any young man
in whom she took an interest, either because he was
engaged to a servant of hers or otherwise, as he came
out of church on a Sunday afternoon. She was
afraid that he liked coarse pleasures; and I am not
sure if she did not think that his preference for
these coarse sweetnesses did not imply a probability
that he would take to drinking. But she distinguished
between vulgar and common. Violets, pinks, and
sweetbriar were common enough; roses and mignionette,
for those who had gardens, honeysuckle for those who
walked along the bowery lanes; but wearing them betrayed
no vulgarity of taste: the queen upon her throne
might be glad to smell at a nosegay of the flowers.
A beau-pot (as we called it) of pinks and roses
freshly gathered was placed every morning that they
were in bloom on my lady’s own particular table.
For lasting vegetable odours she preferred lavender
and sweet-woodroof to any extract whatever.
Lavender reminded her of old customs, she said, and
of homely cottage-gardens, and many a cottager made
his offering to her of a bundle of lavender.
Sweet woodroof, again, grew in wild, woodland places
where the soil was fine and the air delicate:
the poor children used to go and gather it for her
up in the woods on the higher lands; and for this
service she always rewarded them with bright new pennies,
of which my lord, her son, used to send her down a
bagful fresh from the Mint in London every February.