By Terry L. Meyers, Chancellor Professor of English, College of William and Mary
(Drawn from talks in July 2009 on the Isle of Wight to the Farringford Tennyson and
Literary & Arts Society and in November 2009 at the Georgetown University Library in connection with its centenary exhibition “A Swinburne Gallimaufry: Selections
from the John S. Mayfield Papers”)
Swinburne’s funeral is an occasion that has been discussed before, in an article in
1974 by a Canadian scholar, Roger Peattie (“Swinburne’s Funeral, Notes and Queries, 21[December 1974], 466-469, the source of the following quotations, unless otherwise
indicated), and in modern biographies, especially in the best and most recent of Swinburne’s
biographies, A. C. Swinburne, by Rikky Rooksby. What I offer here is an account of the fractious occasion that
draws more extensively than has ever been done from a number of documents and photographs
that as far as I know have never been brought together. I should express my gratitude
to Rikky Rooksby for his generosity—we both discovered several years ago that we were
each about to write about Swinburne’s funeral, each with a collection of photographs
and newspaper clippings we had individually formed, and Rikky very kindly withdrew
and left the field to me, even going so far as to send me copies of the material in
his collection, some of which I did not have.
Figure 1. The cortège at The Pines; from a microfilm copy of The Daily Chronicle, 16 April 1909, p. 5
The standard account of Swinburne’s funeral is easily accessible in Cecil Y. Lang’s
edition of Swinbune’s letters, at the very end of volume 6. I won’t rehearse that
account—it comes from several articles drawn from the Times—since what I’m interested in is what has not generally been known even to Swinburne
scholars.
Let me start by noting the situation poor Theodore Watts-Dunton found himself in when
Swinburne died. Watts-Dunton, of course, was the solicitor and friend who saved
Swinburne’s life in 1879 by almost literally kidnapping him and moving him forcibly
to the suburban scene of Putney. Swinburne had lived a life of dissipation in drink
and otherwise throughout the 1860’s and 1870’s and there’s little doubt he would have
died if Watt-Dunton hadn’t dried him out and overseen him domestically for the rest
of his life. Swinburne’s life settled down considerably at The Pines, Putney, and
though I think he had a more vigorous social and intellectual life than many biographers
allow and though some of his later poetry is beginning to attract critical interest,
it is true that his later life was a more mundane one. Each day, for example, he
walked regularly across Wimbledon Common to a pub, The Rose and Crown, where he enjoyed
one drink, one bottle of Bass Ale. That pub still preserves Swinburne’s chair and
will display it if you ask.
Figure 2. Clipping in the collection of Terry L. Meyers
Note
(editor)
In the first series of pictures, the circular inset is from a photograph taken 4 April
1907, the day before Swinburne turned 70; that photograph was printed in the Daily Mirror, 5 April 1907 (p. 6) (and reprinted, cropped as below, 12 April 1909 p. [8?]; this
cropped picture was also printed, seemingly retouched somewhat, in the Daily News, 12 April p. 7b (see below), where is credited the editor of Reynold’s Newspaper and where are also pictured The Pines, the Rose and Crown, and the poet’s favorite
bench on Putney Heath). The photograph shows Swinburne striding along near Putney:
Figure 3. Swinburne striding along near Putney.Figure 4. Swinburne striding along near Putney. I am grateful to the Deputy Chief Librarian
for the Daily Mirror in 1988, A. E. Freeman, who supplied the picture.
The photograph of Swinburne’s coffin being carried from The Pines would have been
taken shortly after 7 a.m. on the day of the funeral, 15 April 1909; the gentleman
leading the way was presumably the undertaker, Mr. Haslett of Wandsworth (Daily News, 14 April p. 7d).
When Swinburne died, April 10, 1909, Watts-Dunton was himself ill with influenza (so
ill he could not even attend the funeral itself on April 15). But he rose to his
duty on April 14 and wrote a distressed and distressing letter to Swinburne’s surviving
sister, Isabel. He informed her that “the Church of England Burial Service cannot
be read over Algernon’s grave” and went on, “there is no hope for it” as he sketched
out his intentions for the funeral, with Swinburne’s coffin to be transported directly
from Ventnor Station “strait to the grave.” Though he allowed Isabel to contemplate
“some other plan” if she or a “good Clergyman” could come up with one, he emphasized
to her that “the burial service cannot be read over him.” Watt-Dunton’s plan was
simply for “assembled Friends … [to] gather round the grave and the Flowers will be
dropped in the grave in the usual way and then the Ceremony will end.”
We don’t have Isabel’s reply, but as Roger Peattie thinks, later the same day, April
14, Watts-Dunton was again adamant, and wrote Isabel a second time that although Algernon
had attended the burial of their mother in Bonchurch in 1896 (see ) and was content to hear the burial service read over her grave, he’d behaved himself
“in order not to wound the family.” But Algernon had, Watts-Dunton assured Isabel,
“up to his last moment cherished the deepest animosity against the Creed which he
felt had severed him from his most beloved ties….. If he had made a slight matter
of his antagonism against Christianity… it would have been different but with him
it increased with his years and at the last… it was bitterer than ever.”
Peattie’s article makes it clear that behind Watts-Dunton’s letters to Isabel was
an exchange of letters between Watts-Dunton and William Michael Rossetti in the days
just after Swinburne’s death. William Michael Rossetti was a close friend of Swinburne
and a fierce free-thinker, quite different in that respect from his sister Christina
Rossetti. Peattie provides the documentation suggesting that Watts-Dunton had first
acquiesced in Isabel’s plan for a conventional service and then had been reminded
by Rossetti of a promise he’d made to Swinburne to not allow that. At first even
Rossetti seemed not interested in pushing the matter, though he quickly reversed himself
and on April 11, he says, wrote of the matter to Watts-Dunton in “decisive terms.”
Watts-Dunton, in some clear agony, waffled in reply on April 13, saying of Swinburne
that the matter of an Anglican service over his mother’s coffin in 1896 “had been
threshed out by Swinburne years ago when his mother died. He decided to accept the
affair as part and parcel of the huge grotesque mummery against which the single-handed
struggle seemed useless.” Watts-Dunton here clearly seems to be giving in to Isabel
and to convention, and went on to invite Rossetti to attend the funeral. But Rossetti
refused, telegraphing the same day, April 13, “No: I would have gone but for the service, which I think absolutely wrong.”
Rossetti’s telegram gave Watts-Dunton a troubled night and he changed his mind and
determined to forbid the Anglican service. He wrote Rossetti on April 14 that during
the silent watches of the night there flashed upon my memory certain words of … [Swinburne’s]
in which he said, ‘But with regard to myself, I should seem to be contradicting all
my work if I consented to … [the burial service] being used over me.’
With this, Watts-Dunton reported, he “started from my bed and immediately remembered
that I promised him it should not be done. And today I took measures to prevent the
service being read”—these measures being his letters to Isabel Swinburne and, more
dramatically in his capacity as “Sole executor under the will” of Swinburne, a telegram
to the Rector of Bonchurch, the Rev. John Floyd Andrewes, forbidding the service that
had already been authorized. In a flurry of telegrams exchanged between the Rector
and Watts-Dunton, a compromise was reached whereby there was to be no religious service
but the Rector might be allowed, according to Watts-Dunton, to say over the grave
“many kind words of him, who was simply the best and most adorable of men.”
That wording appears to be what led to trouble and to controversy, for the Rector
apparently found a license in this agreement that Rossetti at least had not anticipated.
In a letter after the funeral. Watts-Dunton professed himself satisfied. Writing
on April 28, he assured Rossetti that he “found the whole affair satisfactory,” that
“all I wanted was that the ridiculous formula read over the grave of every rapscallion,
about the sure hope of a resurrection under the Lord Jesus etc. should be omitted,
and omitted … [those words] were.” Rossetti was not entirely content with the behavior
of the Rector. He in the end had been unable to attend anyway, but he reported that
his daughter, Helen Rossetti, who had attended, “thought the clergyman needlessly
officious, and she withdrew at one moment of the performances.”
Figure 5. Clipping in the collection of Terry L. MeyersFigure 6. Clipping in the collection of Rikky Rooksby
Rikky Rooksby includes in his biography Helen Rossetti’s detailed account of the funeral,
from the arrival of the coffin at Waterloo Station to the end. She is forthright
in her disgust. As she reached the burial ground, she reports, she
suddenly became aware of a lugubrious chanting noise, and on looking around perceived
that several carrion crows [her description of the funeral procession] had descended:
a clergyman, in surplus get-up, was preceding the coffin chanting psalms or whatever
they are. On reaching the grave, and the coffin being deposited, he [the rector of
Bonchurch] made a little speech. He began by saying that he deeply regretted to announce
that at a late hour yesterday he read a telegram from Swinburne’s executor saying
that it was Swinburne’s wish not to have the burial service, that he however intended
to show the utmost respect to the memory of the dead poet, who whatever his after
opinions may have been, was nevertheless a baptised member of our Church [St. Boniface,
where ACS had been baptized]. He went on talking, but I felt perfectly ill with disgust.
Emery Walker, who was standing near me, murmured ‘scandalous.’ I answered, ‘It’s disgraceful.
I can’t stand it.’ When I heard the wretch begin in his droning voice ‘Man that is
born of woman’ I quietly retired from the scene and going right away from the vicinity
of the grave plucked a branch of bay and some primroses and violets which were growing
about wild. When I saw that the clergyman had finished I returned, and was one of
the first to throw flowers into the open grave. Again to my horror[,] I saw the coffin
was covered with a purple pall on which was designed a huge white cross, and I thought
of … [Swinburne’s] verses: ‘Thou hast conquered, oh pale Galilean, and the world has
grown grey from thy breath.’(pp. 286)
The collection of newspaper clippings that Rikky Rooksby and I each formed allows
us to supplement the standard accounts of Swinburne’s funeral in a number of ways.
One letter in the Times itself, for example, has been left out of the discussion. It is of some interest
because it does mark Watts-Dunton’s public statement of his satisfaction with the
way Swinburne’s funeral was conducted and does exonerate the Rev. Andrewes from some
of the questions of whether the rector disregarded Swinburne’s and Watts-Dunton’s
wishes in reading parts of the Burial Service at the grave. Watts-Dunton wrote to
the Times on May 13, 1909 with his final public statement, delayed by “continued ill-health,”
clarifying that Swinburne’s will contained no specific instructions “concerning the
Burial Service, although certain persons who followed him to the grave seem to have
supposed that he did. Swinburne, Watts-Dunton continued, “was not at all likely to
do that. But he had on more than one occasion said to me that he would like certain
expressions with which he was not in accord to be omitted over his own grave.” Watts-Dunton
said that he “felt bound to respect those wishes” and that “the rector complied with
my request to the very letter.” And he included in the letter the text of his telegram
of April 17 to Mary Gordon Leith, “a very dear relative of the dead poet”:
Please convey to rector of Bonchurch my deep gratitude and admiration for the admirable
way in which he handled a complexity such as no clergyman ever had to confront before.
He turned what might have been a ghastly failure into a beautiful ceremony by his
amazing tact, delicacy, and generosity.
Watts-Dunton also included in this letter to the Times the text of a telegram in return, April 21, 1909, from the Rector of Bonchurch: “Mrs.
Leith forwarded to me yesterday your most gratifying telegram exonerating me from
having broken faith with you or acting contrary to your instructions …. Thank you
very much… for the kindness which has prompted so warm an acknowledgment of my simple
desire to follow out your wishes in the matter.”
Figure 7. From Rooksby, A. C. Swinburne, p. [285]; courtesy Rikky Rooksby
A number of further clippings flesh out details of Swinburne’s funeral.
The Telegraph (April 15, 1909) noted that although the hearse in Putney was “timed to leave The
Pines … at a quarter to seven o’clock, it did not actually start until a quarter past,
when nearly 200 people had gathered in the bright sun-lit morning.” In the single
mourning coach accompanying the hearse were “Miss Watts, sister of Mr. Watts Dunton,
and Mr. Mason, a nephew [sic], who from childhood had known the poet, and was the
hero of his famous child epic, ‘A Dark Month.’ Traveling by Upper Richmond-road,
St. John’s-hill, and Chelsea Bridge, the hearse and coach reached Waterloo at 8:40;
there the coffin was transferred “to a railway-van which had been previously converted
by the undertakers, Messrs. Haslett and Co., into a chapelle ardente.” Mrs. Watts-Dunton
traveled to Waterloo by train.”
The Daily Graphic (April 16. 1909) reported that the coffin was carried from the Pines “about seven
o’clock” and at Waterloo Station was placed “in a draped saloon, attached to the 8:55
train for Portsmouth”: “the large crowd which had assembled at Waterloo stood with
bared heads at the train steamed out of the station.” At Ventnor, reached at about
2 p.m., “the mourners emerged from the train into the genial warmth and unclouded
light of a perfect spring day. There was here also a respectful crowd in waiting.”
The coffin was then transported in an open hearse for the journey to the churchyard,
about a mile away: “at the church gates the cortege was met by the rector of Bonchurch,
who read the opening sentences of the burial service as he led the way to the moss
and primrose lined grave.” After his remarks, “the rector … asked for silent prayer
and concluded by pronouncing the Benediction.”
An unlabeled clipping (dating from April 17 and from the Isle of Wight County Press, as Vic King kindly tracked down for me) notes that the steamer had reached Ryde
Pier at about 1 p.m.; “a large number witnessed the transfer of the coffin, which
was covered with beautiful floral tributes, to the train for Ventnor.” The article
quotes “a correspondent” who gives further details of the feeling among the family
and others at the churchyard:
It is stated on good authority that Miss Isabel Swinburne, the late poet’s only surviving
sister, who was too ill to attend the funeral, delegated to her cousin, Mrs. Disney
Leith, full authority to arrange the funeral, and that just before the burial relatives
expressed a wish for prayers to be read, as they very much questioned whether the
poet ever left instructions that his remains should not have a Christian burial.
Col. Leith [Mary Gordon Leith’s son] quietly restrained one or two of the principal
mourners, holding opposite views with regard to the ceremony, from interfering with
the Rector, when he commenced to read the opening sentences of the Burial Service
at the entrance to the Churchyard, and also prevented what looked likely to develop
into intervention on the part of one or two mourners at the graveside.”
The Isle of Wight Mercury noted that from Ryde to Ventnor, “the coffin occupied a special van, hung with black
draping, and with the floor carpeted.” At Ventnor, “hundreds of persons had assembled”
and along the road to Bonchurch “the route here and there was lined with spectators.”
The Telegraph’s account of the cortège from Ventnor differs slightly:
At Ventnor station, where the body arrived shortly after two, not many people saw
the coffin carried to the hearse, and along the mile of hilly road to the churchyard
there were very few people to watch the cortège pass. In Bonchurch village all blinds
were drawn. This seemed to be the only sign of mourning. There was no tolling
of bells, and of the several hundred spectators inside the cemetery fully half wore
bright summer dresses. The visitors to the locality were easily recognisable, and
unfortunately, in their desire to secure the best places to witness the interment,
they did not hesitate to scramble over graves which were clearly cared for by tender
hands. The news that no service was to be read over the poet’s remains quickly spread,
and some old parishioners who had been present at the funerals of most of the Swinburnes
recalled the fact that the poet knelt by the graveside with his sisters when their
mother was buried. It was nearly three o’clock when the body reached the churchyard.
The Mercury too takes note of the family’s hopes for a religious service:
We are informed that the truth in reference to the religious ceremony at the funeral
is that Miss Isabel Swinburne, unable to attend the funeral herself, delegated to
her cousin, Mrs. Disney Leith, full family authority as to the conduct of the funeral.
Colonel Leith, acting for his mother, came over and interviewed the Rector, and supported
by Sir John Swinburne, brought the strongest possible pressure to bear to have a religious
ceremony. At the graveside he interposed and prevented several who endeavoured to
stop the Rector from going on with the service. There is a disposition on the part
of the members of the family to deny that Swinburne ever left instructions that there
should be no religious ceremony.
The Daily Telegraph account adds a few details. It mentions that the Swinburne family graves are covered
with “Sicilian marble, cut and carved under the admiral’s [Swinburne’s father’s] watchful
eye” (John Mayfield, incidentally, had once asked me who was responsible for the
stonework). The Telegraph notes too that the “grave had been lined with moss the day before the burial and
that the moss was to be picked out with primroses from The Orchard [the home of Mary
Gordon] before the coffin was lowered.” And finally it draw attention to the closeness
of Swinburne’s youthful home to the churchyard: “East Dene is now in the possession
of the sisters of the Sacred Heart, and Swinburne was the only member of his family
to enter the gates of the estate after it ceased to belong to his parents. Mr. Swnburne
on one occasion, when staying at the Orchard, took his friend Mr. Watts-Dunton, to
see his old home.”
The Daily Chronicle (April16, 1909) explains the gaily dressed mourners apparent in several of the photographs
and mentions the protests by Emery Walker and Helen Rossetti):
This afternoon all the trippers who are spending an Easter holiday in Ventnor made
their way to Bonchurch and the new churchyard. Life at Ventnor does not offer many
chances of excitement, and to see a famous poet buried was an opportunity too good
to be lost. So they came, and the most enterprising gained standing room near the
grave, and were only kept aloof from its intimate neighborhood by the constabulary.
Exhausted tourists sat on tombstones, those with more energy trampled the primroses
and violets in search of a convenient point of view. Professional photographers climbed
trees and trained their cameras on the grave. Amateurs were not less enterprising,
and an American boy, who brought his parents with him, had obtained a good place not
three yards away from the spot where the chief mourners were expected to assemble.
All were in holiday attire. There is nothing definitely irreverent in a scarlet
striped parasol, but it seemed out of place when it was unfurled to cover a lady in
the front row of the spectators wearing a cream coloured costume. Still, the sun
was hot, and the funeral was exceedingly late; it had been expected quite half an
hour before, and people who had afternoon tea engagements began to think that their
homage to a dead poet was ill requited by this delay.
Figure 8. Clipping, from The Illustrated London News, 24 April 1909, p. 603, in the collection of Terry L. Meyers
The procession came at last, and one heard in the distance a firm, assertive voice
repeating the familiar words: ‘We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain
that we can carry nothing out. The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed
be the name of the Lord.’
Some of those who were already at the grave wondered. There was to be no service;
that was the compact signed and sealed. Amazement and anger was on the faces of the
mourners who followed the coffin; one, at least, was dissuaded only by the appeal
of a companion from making a protest there and then at the breaking of the bond.
The rector, the Rev. Floyd Andrewes, an elderly man, in full canonical [attire,] strode
calmly in front of the procession….
The coffin was deposited on the planks covering the moss covered grave and made ready
to be lowered, and then the Rev. Floyd Andrewes spoke….
… the rector, after all, had accepted the situation [‘that no formal service is desired
over his (Swinburne’s) grave’]. Those of the mourners who had felt wrath when it
seemed possible that the order for the burial of the dead was to be insisted upon
were appeased. But it was re-awakened when the voice of the rector repeated: ‘Man
that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live and is full of misery.’
Never before, probably, has that sentiment been received with muttered exclamations
of ‘Shame!’ and ‘Scandalous!’ as it was yesterday by those who attended as chief mourners.
But the Rev. Floyd Andrewes went relentlessly on. He passed from that portion of
the service to the committal sentence. ‘For in as much as it hath pleased Almighty
God, of His great mercy, to take unto Himself the soul of our dear brother here departed,
we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to
dust.’ He stopped there, without reference to ‘sure and certain hope of the resurrection
to eternal life.’
‘I will now ask those present,’ said the rector, ‘to join with me for a moment or
two in silent prayer. The church is open for prayer and meditation for any of those
who would like to retire to it after the service.’ And for a few moments this curious
congregation bowed their heads; even the shutters of the camera were silent; only
the birds sang to the sun striking hot out of the heavenly blue.
The rector returned to the church, where a few of the parishioners followed him but
there was no spoken word. Many passed in front of the open grave and dropped flowers
upon the coffin, among them Lord Tennyson who was an unostentatious mourner at the
funeral.
To the documentation about the telegrams exchanged between Watts-Dunton and the Rector,
this account gives a more precise time for Watts-Dunton’s telegraph of the day before
in which he forbade the burial service. The Times’ account ( Letters, VI, 227) says it was sent “late on the evening” but the Daily Chronicle has the precise time: “Putney, 2.35 p.m., to the Rector of Bonchurch.” In reply,
the Rector telegraphed, “Bonchurch, 6.57. To Watts Dunton. Just received telegram.
Shall be present to receive poet and follow your instructions,--Rector, Bonchurch.”
The Daily Chronicle reporter spoke to several of Swinburne’s relations and to the Rector about the poet’s
wishes:
The mourners who followed the coffin from Putney had accepted the rector’s assurances
that there would be no service. They were greatly indignant that the poet’s wishes
had been disregarded. Dr. Lowry, a cousin of Swinburne, stated to me after the interment
that Swinburne left instructions in his will that there should be no religious service
whatever. Mr. Watts Dunton thought that he had made it certain by the steps he took
to prevent any such thing. That he has failed was not his fault, but because the
rector had, in spite of his promise, insisted on reading fragments of the burial service.
The rector when I saw him this afternoon [April 15] said he was not convinced that
the relatives were opposed to the service, and some of them had expressed a contrary
opinion. In the circumstances he thought a compromise was best, and he remarked that
he had not, in the portions of the service which he read, done anything to offend
anyone’s susceptibilities.
In its account, the Daily Telegraph describes the incipient protest at the gate to the churchyard:
The cortège was met at the entrance to the churchyard by the Rev. J. Floyd Andrewes,
the Rector of Bonchurch, in his surplice and stole, and so soon as the coffin had
been lifted out of the hearse the reverend gentleman recited the opening sentences
of the service, ‘I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord.’ There was no
scene, though when Mrs. Watts-Dunton, the wife of the poet’s executor, attempted to
make a mild protest she was quietly restrained by Colonel Leith, one of the mourners.
The coffin was carried straight to the graveside, and when it had been placed on the
planks covering the opening of the grave, the rector gave a short address, explaining
to a crowd of several hundreds the reason for the absence of the ordinary service.
Then, while the coffin was lowered to the bottom of the vault, the reverend gentleman
said the first portion of the committal sentences, beginning with ‘Man that is born
of a woman,’ and finishing with ‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.’
There followed a profound silence, broken only by the piping of song-birds, and the
throbbing engines of an ocean tramp a few hundred yards out in the Channel, and then
Mrs. Leith, one of the mourners, and Colonel Leith, entered the church. The other
members of the funeral party remained discussing the rector’s action, while the public
filed past the moss and primrose-lined grave, and cast handfuls of flowers on their
departed friend.
The Telegraph suggests that a second clergyman, “a friend of Swinburne from boyhood,” had been
anticipated to help officiate (which the Times too had anticipated [April 14, 1909, p. 8d]). But Canon Feilden of Kirkby Stephen
“was not well enough to attend the funeral.” One of the wreaths came from Canon
and Mrs. Feilden: “Deep regret, and in memory of life-long friendship and admiration”;
“Miss Marcia Feilden and Miss Cecilia Feilden, old Isle of Wight friends of the family,
also sent floral tokens.”
The Telegraph reporter also wrote that
in conversation with me after the funeral, Mr. Andrewes stated that some of Mr. Swinburne’s
relatives saw him this morning, and ‘they did not like the idea’ of a silent burial.
Mrs. Watts-Dunton, who was accompanied by Dr. Lowry, Mr. Swinburne’s cousin, was very
much distressed that the wishes of the poet had not been complied with. ‘Mr. Swinburne,’
she said, ‘left instructions in his will that there should be no religious ceremony
whatever at his funeral, and I should like it to be known that the clergyman of the
parish, and not the executor, is responsible for the reading of a portion of the burial
service at the graveside.’ Dr. Lowry subsequently added that the mourners and friends
of Mr. Swinburne who had travelled from London were much concerned that the poet’s
wishes had not been respected.
One last note about Swinburne’s funeral: there had been some discussion of whether
his remains might be interred in Poets Corner in Westminster Abbey. The Daily Chronicle explored the matter in a story on April 12, 1909: “already a number of communications
have reached us suggesting that the honour of burial in Westminster Abbey is due to
this last great poet of the Victorian era” (p. 1d). The next day, the Daily Chronicle reported “a general desire” (p. 4f) to see Swinburne honored by burial at the Abbey.
The Daily News noted on April 12 that “a suggestion has been made that his [Swinburne’s] remains
should find a resting place in Westminster Abbey, but the Dean of Westminster, when
seen by a ‘Daily News’ representative last night, had no statement to make on the
subject” (p. 5d). The paper tried the Dean once more and reported on April 13 that
up until the night before “Dr. Robinson had received no official communications regarding
the possibility of the burial of Mr. Swinburne” (p. 5f).
The Times too reported that “the Dean of Westminster has not been approached by anyone authorized”;
it printed a statement by “a correspondent who knew Mr. Swinburne well” deprecating
the idea (April 14,1909, p. 8d). The same day the Daily Telegraph specified that “we are asked to say that it is a misapprehension to suppose that
the Dean of Westminster has been approached by anyone authorised to do so with respect
to the poet’s burial in Westminster Abbey” (April 14, 1909, p. 11b).
America took note as well, as revealed in a passing remark by a correspondent in the
New York Times (June 14, 1909, p. 6) alluding to a “controversy” over the matter. The New York Times earlier had reported that the Dean of the Abbey "refused to make any statement on
the subject" (April 11, 1909, p. 1]). And in an editorial a few days later, the New York Times wagged its finger at the “blind misjudgment” that denied Westminster Abbey Swinburne’s
remains: “that the murmurs of reproach should be loud and deep is but natural” (April
13, p. 8).
I have yet to discover these murmurs of reproach—or the others the New York Times claimed when it revisited the controversy, June 20 (p.8), and discussed Swinburne’s
religion. In an extraordinary claim, it said that unnamed “Catholic periodicals”
claimed that Swinburne was “a communicant of the Roman Church,” and should not have
been buried with a Protestant ceremony.
Thomas Hardy took note of the Westminster Abbey part of the controversy in his 1924
poem “A Refusal,” where the Dean of Westminster sputters his indignation at a proposal
to honor another controversial poet, Byron, with, simply, a tablet in Poets’ Corner:
The Dean declares in irritation that if he were to honor Byron, there would be no
limits:
‘Twill next be expectedThat I get erectedTo Shelley a tabletIn some niche or gablet.Then--what makes my skin burn,Yea, forehead to chin burn—That I ensconce Swinburne!
Figure 11. Three views of Swinburne's grave. Photographed in September 2005 by John A. Walsh,
Editor of the Algernon Charles Swinburne Project. Note the similarity with the stonework
of Mary Gorden Leith's grave (see below).
Post-Script
Several other comments related to Swinburne’s death and funeral deserve notice. One
is simply the reply by Holman Hunt to a request that he comment on Swinburne’s passing.
He telegraphed to the Daily News (April 12, 1909, p. 5d) a modest tribute: “I gladly accept the opportunity you offer
by immediate telegram to tender my humble tribute to the genius of the great singer,
Swinburne, whom I had the privilege to know over fifty years ago.” In the same column
is reported Watts-Dunton’s telegram regretting that “he is himself much too unwell
to furnish us with an appreciation.”
More significant is this: like others, Rikky Rooksby and I had long sought the source
of Mary Gordon Leith’s citation of a “fiction” about a romantic relationship between
Swinburne and her, a report that “has even got into print” (Leith, p. 4). We now
suspect that she had in mind a remark in the Daily News about several of Swinburne’s cousins who were expected to attend his funeral: “including
one to whom he was especially attached, Mrs. Leith” (April 13, 1909, p. 5f). The wording
is suggestive, other occasions for the two to be noted together in print seem rare,
and her own book of personal recollections (1917) was not far removed in time from
Swinburne’s funeral.
I revealed this discovery in my plenary talk at the Swinburne Centenary Conference
at the University of London, July 2009, and was pleased to encourage Catherine Maxwell
to note it in “Swinburne and Thackeray’s The Newcomes,” Victorian Poetry, 47:4 (Winter, 2009), 739.
Finally, the Times mentioned (April 14, 1909, p. 8d) that “Mr. J. Drury, of Gunter-grove,
Chelsea” had taken a cast of Swinburne’s head “with a view to a bust in marble”—the
Drury here was the sculptor Alfred Briscoe Drury (1856–1944; see Uncollected Letters, III, 306). Philip Waller says Watts-Dunton refused Jacob Epstein as not famous
enough and “called in Drury, who made a mould. The result was black comedy. Drury
never delivered, claiming to have lost the mould” (Writers, Readers, and Reputations: Literary Life in Britain, 1870-1918, [New York: Oxford University Press, 2006], p. 362).
One More Post-Script
One other funeral will be of interest to Swinburneians, that of Mary Gordon Leith
(July 9, 1840-February 19, 1926). The photograph below was taken as her funeral procession
moved to the cemetery of St. Peter’s, Shorwell, Isle of Wight. February 23, 1926.
Vic King first discovered the photograph on-line and sent it to me; I subsequently
learned that the photograph was taken by relatives, professional photographers, of
Barbara Downer Palmer, the wife of Steven Palmer, who contributed it to the Isle of Wight Family History Society site and who has granted permission to include it here.
Figure 12. Mary Gordon Leith funeral procession, February 23, 1926. Photgraph by relatives of
Steven Palmer and Barbara Downer Palmer. Used with permission.
The procession here appears to be moving after the service at the church to the burial
ground not far along Farriers Way:
Figure 13. The site of Swinburne’s funeral and burial. View larger map.
Jeremy Mitchell tells me that the land for the new cemetery where the burial took place, at a remove from the church, was donated by
Leith’s mother, Lady Mary Gordon, in 1887, as the Shorwell Parish Records show.
Details of the funeral are in The Times (February 20, 23, 1926):
Figure 14. Clipping from The Times.
Figure 15. Clipping from The Times.
The funeral was covered in detail in the Isle of Wight County Press (Feb. 26, 1926) where, with another photograph, it is recorded that the burial was
in a grave next to that of General Disney Leith, C.B. “in the pretty village churchyard
at Shorwell.” In the account of the service and those attending, Mary Gordon Leith
is remembered as a “great lover of nature … [whose beauty her] pen had so faithfully
portrayed in prose and verse.” The eulogy stresses her accomplishments as “the writer,
the traveller, the poet, the author of ‘Auld Fernie’s son’” who “did more than interpret
the rich Scotch tongue. At the age of 70 she crossed the Northern seas and found romance
amongst the fisher folk of Iceland…. She was a most faithful and loyal member of her
Church, loving this church and the village school, and loving Niton” (thanks to Vic
King for a copy of the County Press article).
Figure 16. The Grave of Mary Gordon Leith (courtesy of Tony O'Nions, who, with friends, has tended
the grave).