Biographical catalogue of the portraits at Weston, the seat of the Earl of Bradford — Reading Notes
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ht almost say her counterpart, with the exception of fortune, he being a second son at the time of his marriage. It was on this account that his wife for some time, in fact until the death of her brother-in-law, Lord Russell, still retained, according to general custom, her widowed title of Lady Vaughan. During the fourteen happy years of Rachel’s happy life, which were chiefly spent at Stratton, and Southampton House in London (both of which were hers by inheritance), she had to endure very few separations from her husband—such as when he was called away on public or private business; occasional visits to his father at Woburn; absences contingent on his elections in three different Parliaments, and attendance during the short session at Oxford. Then the correspondence between the married pair was constant and detailed, and testifies to their sympathy on every subject, whether important or trifling, political or domestic. Happy as she was in the present, with every human probability of the continuance of that happiness in the future, there was a strange foreboding, as it would appear, in Rachel’s mind, of coming evil, and it was remarkable how in those early halcyon days her mental eyes seemed fixed on the little cloud, no bigger than a man’s hand, in the horizon. It was indeed as if she heard ‘the footfall of fate on her ear’; for her letters to her husband, not very long after their marriage, are written in a most desponding spirit. After dwelling with gratitude and delight on the complete unity of their hearts and minds, she goes on to write to her dearest William, dated from Stratton: ‘Let us cheerfully expect to live together to a good old age, and, if God wills otherwise, then firmly believe that He will support us under whatsoever trial He may see fit to inflict.’ Noble and pathetic words, of which the sadder alternative was to be her allotted portion. The summer was usually passed at Stratton, the winter in London. Three children were born to them—two daughters, in 1674 and 1676, and a son in 1680,—blessings which were counterbalanced by the loss of her beloved sister, Lady Elizabeth Noel. The society of the children enhanced the delight of their beloved home at Stratton. On one occasion Rachel wrote to her husband at the last-mentioned place from Southampton House in answer to a letter from him. She is so glad he finds Stratton sweet, and hopes he will live for fifty years to enjoy it, and that God may permit her to have his good company. But if it were not so, she is sure he would be kind to ‘the brats.’ Flesh and blood cannot have a truer sense of happiness than she has, his poor honest wife. Such simple extracts are truly pathetic, when we call to mind that in less than two years Rachel Russell was a widow. The circumstances of Lord Russell’s arrest, his impeachment for high treason, his trial, sentence, last days, and execution, with the part his devoted wife took in all these proceedings, are all given in our notice of Lord Russell’s life. In order to avoid repetition we simply give the dates here. William, Lord Russell, was tried on the 13th of July 1683, and executed the 21st August.
Mary Boyle opens her catalogue with a personal confession: she is completing what she believes will be her last contribution to a series of portrait catalogues for four English noblemen. The work, begun at the request of her cousin Lord Sandwich, has become increasingly difficult as her eyesight failed. Now, with added ill-health and deep sorrow, she offers these pages to Lord and Lady Bradford, acknowledging that errors may have crept in. Boyle's voice is that of a determined amateur historian, aware of her limitations but driven by a sense of duty to family and tradition.
A Catalogue Born from Affection and Adversity
Boyle's preface reveals the personal cost of her project. She began the task 'many years ago' when her sight was better, but the 'increasing malady' made each step more arduous. She writes under 'the pressure of ill-health and deep sorrow,' yet she finds 'great delight' in the work. Her dedication to Lord and Lady Bradford is signed 'their faithful kinswoman,' underscoring the familial bonds that motivated her. She thanks Lord Bradford for his help and Mr. George Griffiths for 'unwearied and valuable assistance,' showing that the catalogue was a collaborative effort. Boyle's hope is that others in noble families will follow her example, rescuing from oblivion the records of portraits that adorn their walls. She laments that younger family members are often ignorant of the lives of those who look down from the portraits—people who 'lived, loved, enjoyed, suffered, and died in those very apartments.' This sense of intimate connection to the past drives her work.
Portraits as Windows to Lives Lived
The catalogue entries blend physical description with biographical summary. For example, the entry for Anne Boleyn notes it is 'a crayon sketch by Holbein, with a memorandum in his own handwriting.' The entry for Edward Stanley, fourteenth Earl of Derby, describes his attire—'Black frock-coat. White waistcoat. Right hand on a table. Left holds the string of eye-glass'—then recounts his political career, his opposition to Free Trade, and his reputation as 'the Rupert of Debate.' Boyle includes personal details: his 'brilliant conversation, keen sense of humour, and genial disposition' made him a favourite. The entry for the Honourable and Reverend George Bridgeman notes his influence over animals: 'the influence he exercised over animals was wonderful.' Such details humanize the subjects, making the catalogue more than a dry list. Boyle's method is to anchor each portrait in a specific life, often noting the artist and the circumstances of the painting, as when she records that Queen Victoria's sketch was executed for Orlando, Lord Bradford, 'by Her Majesty's Permission.'
The Tension Between Accuracy and Affection
Boyle is acutely aware that her work may contain errors. In her preface, she admits that 'errors may have crept into this work, and shortcomings must be but too evident.' She relies on the indulgence of the owners of Weston for pardon. This humility contrasts with her evident pride in the task. She has fought against obstacles 'as stoutly as I could,' cheered by the hope of giving satisfaction. The catalogue thus exists in a tension between the ideal of scholarly accuracy and the reality of a personal, affectionate project. Boyle does not claim completeness; she offers what she can, given her limitations. The reader is invited to see the catalogue not as a definitive reference but as a loving record, one that values the stories behind the portraits as much as the portraits themselves. This approach gives the work a distinctive character, blending biography, art history, and memoir.
Boyle's catalogue rewards readers who approach it as a layered document: part art inventory, part family history, part personal testament. The entries vary in length and detail, reflecting the uneven survival of information and Boyle's own interests. To read it is to join her in peering at faces on walls, wondering about the lives they led. The book is best enjoyed not as a systematic reference but as a leisurely tour through a gallery, guided by a knowledgeable and affectionate host.
Among my shelves, that Catalogue of Mary Boyle’s speaks of eyes grown weary yet cherishing each face she could still discern. I often place it near English Caricature and Satire on Napoleon I. Volume 1 (of 2) — A Closer Reading, for both were labours of affection—one preserving portraits, the other poking gentle fun at a tyrant, each quietly defiant against fading light.
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