memoir of fleeming jenkin-第4章
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of Government: once for an expedition to Nicaragua to extort;
under threat of a blockade; proper apologies and a sum of money due
to certain British merchants; and once during an insurrection in
San Domingo; for the rescue of certain others from a perilous
imprisonment and the recovery of a 'chest of money' of which they
had been robbed。 Once; on the other hand; he earned his share of
public censure。 This was in 1837; when he commanded the ROMNEY
lying in the inner harbour of Havannah。 The ROMNEY was in no
proper sense a man…of…war; she was a slave…hulk; the bonded
warehouse of the Mixed Slave Commission; where negroes; captured
out of slavers under Spanish colours; were detained provisionally;
till the Commission should decide upon their case and either set
them free or bind them to apprenticeship。 To this ship; already an
eye…sore to the authorities; a Cuban slave made his escape。 The
position was invidious; on one side were the tradition of the
British flag and the state of public sentiment at home; on the
other; the certainty that if the slave were kept; the ROMNEY would
be ordered at once out of the harbour; and the object of the Mixed
Commission compromised。 Without consultation with any other
officer; Captain Jenkin (then lieutenant) returned the man to shore
and took the Captain…General's receipt。 Lord Palmerston approved
his course; but the zealots of the anti…slave trade movement (never
to be named without respect) were much dissatisfied; and thirty…
nine years later; the matter was again canvassed in Parliament; and
Lord Palmerston and Captain Jenkin defended by Admiral Erskine in a
letter to the TIMES (March 13; 1876)。
In 1845; while still lieutenant; Charles Jenkin acted as Admiral
Pigot's flag captain in the Cove of Cork; where there were some
thirty pennants; and about the same time; closed his career by an
act of personal bravery。 He had proceeded with his boats to the
help of a merchant vessel; whose cargo of combustibles had taken
fire and was smouldering under hatches; his sailors were in the
hold; where the fumes were already heavy; and Jenkin was on deck
directing operations; when he found his orders were no longer
answered from below: he jumped down without hesitation and slung
up several insensible men with his own hand。 For this act; he
received a letter from the Lords of the Admiralty expressing a
sense of his gallantry; and pretty soon after was promoted
Commander; superseded; and could never again obtain employment。
In 1828 or 1829; Charles Jenkin was in the same watch with another
midshipman; Robert Colin Campbell Jackson; who introduced him to
his family in Jamaica。 The father; the Honourable Robert Jackson;
Custos Rotulorum of Kingston; came of a Yorkshire family; said to
be originally Scotch; and on the mother's side; counted kinship
with some of the Forbeses。 The mother was Susan Campbell; one of
the Campbells of Auchenbreck。 Her father Colin; a merchant in
Greenock; is said to have been the heir to both the estate and the
baronetcy; he claimed neither; which casts a doubt upon the fact;
but he had pride enough himself; and taught enough pride to his
family; for any station or descent in Christendom。 He had four
daughters。 One married an Edinburgh writer; as I have it on a
first account … a minister; according to another … a man at least
of reasonable station; but not good enough for the Campbells of
Auchenbreck; and the erring one was instantly discarded。 Another
married an actor of the name of Adcock; whom (as I receive the
tale) she had seen acting in a barn; but the phrase should perhaps
be regarded rather as a measure of the family annoyance; than a
mirror of the facts。 The marriage was not in itself unhappy;
Adcock was a gentleman by birth and made a good husband; the family
reasonably prospered; and one of the daughters married no less a
man than Clarkson Stanfield。 But by the father; and the two
remaining Miss Campbells; people of fierce passions and a truly
Highland pride; the derogation was bitterly resented。 For long the
sisters lived estranged then; Mrs。 Jackson and Mrs。 Adcock were
reconciled for a moment; only to quarrel the more fiercely; the
name of Mrs。 Adcock was proscribed; nor did it again pass her
sister's lips; until the morning when she announced: 'Mary Adcock
is dead; I saw her in her shroud last night。' Second sight was
hereditary in the house; and sure enough; as I have it reported; on
that very night Mrs。 Adcock had passed away。 Thus; of the four
daughters; two had; according to the idiotic notions of their
friends; disgraced themselves in marriage; the others supported the
honour of the family with a better grace; and married West Indian
magnates of whom; I believe; the world has never heard and would
not care to hear: So strange a thing is this hereditary pride。 Of
Mr。 Jackson; beyond the fact that he was Fleeming's grandfather; I
know naught。 His wife; as I have said; was a woman of fierce
passions; she would tie her house slaves to the bed and lash them
with her own hand; and her conduct to her wild and down…going sons;
was a mixture of almost insane self…sacrifice and wholly insane
violence of temper。 She had three sons and one daughter。 Two of
the sons went utterly to ruin; and reduced their mother to poverty。
The third went to India; a slim; delicate lad; and passed so wholly
from the knowledge of his relatives that he was thought to be long
dead。 Years later; when his sister was living in Genoa; a red…
bearded man of great strength and stature; tanned by years in
India; and his hands covered with barbaric gems; entered the room
unannounced; as she was playing the piano; lifted her from her
seat; and kissed her。 It was her brother; suddenly returned out of
a past that was never very clearly understood; with the rank of
general; many strange gems; many cloudy stories of adventure; and
next his heart; the daguerreotype of an Indian prince with whom he
had mixed blood。
The last of this wild family; the daughter; Henrietta Camilla;
became the wife of the midshipman Charles; and the mother of the
subject of this notice; Fleeming Jenkin。 She was a woman of parts
and courage。 Not beautiful; she had a far higher gift; the art of
seeming so; played the part of a belle in society; while far
lovelier women were left unattended; and up to old age had much of
both the exigency and the charm that mark that character。 She drew
naturally; for she had no training; with unusual skill; and it was
from her; and not from the two naval artists; that Fleeming
inherited his eye and hand。 She played on the harp and sang with
something beyond the talent of an amateur。 At the age of
seventeen; she heard Pasta in Paris; flew up in a fire of youthful
enthusiasm; and the next morning; all alone and without
introduction; found her way into the presence of the PRIMA DONNA
and begged for lessons。 Pasta made her sing; kissed her when she
had done; and though she refused to be her mistress; placed her in
the hands of a friend。 Nor was this all; for when Pasta returned
to Paris; she sent for the girl (once at least) to test her
progress。 But Mrs。 Jenkin's talents were not so remarkable as her
fortitude and strength of will; and it was in an art for which she
had no natural taste (the art of literature) that she appeared
before the public。 Her novels; though they attained and merited a
certain popularity both in France and England; are a measure only
of her courage。 They were a task; not a beloved task; they were
written for money in days of poverty; and they served their end。
In the least thing as well as in the greatest; in every province of
life as well as in her novels; she displayed the same capacity of
taking infinite pains; which descended to her son。 When she was
about for