Rosherville Gardens was a seventeen acre site on the Thames not far from Gravesend in Kent. It opened in 1837 to provide a day out for Londoners. At first it consisted of pleasure gardens adorned with statues, follies and more than 8,000 specimen trees. Visitors came by paddle-steamer and new attractions were added including bands, jugglers, sword swallowers, an archery lawn, gipsy fortune tellers, a maze and a large Italianate hotel, the Rosherville Hotel. At first it was patronised by middle class workers but with the advent of railways it served a more diverse clientele. In 1857 20,000 visitors came in one week. The Prince of Wales and his friends, apparently, spent days at the gardens incognito.
In Jeeves Takes Charge, Bertie’s Uncle Willoughby pens his Recollections of a Long Life to the horror of Florence Craye. She tells Bertie that there is “a story about Sir Stanley Gervase-Gervase at Rosherville Gardens, which is ghastly in its perfection of detail. It seems that Sir Stanley – but I can’t tell you!”
What can Wodehouse have been thinking of? As Norman Murphy was fond of reminding us, Wodehouse never invented something if he didn’t have to. The London Gazette dated 1st February 1884 may provide the answer.
The Bankruptcy Act, 1869.
In the County Court of Kent, holden at Rochester. In the Matter of a Special Resolution for Liquidation by Arrangement of the affairs of Edward Joseph, Baron Bellew, of Barmeath, county Louth, in the peerage of Ireland, Baron of that part of the United Kingdom, and of Rosherville Hotel, Gravesend, in the county of Kent, trading as Edward Joseph Bellew, Hotel Proprietor.
The creditors of the above-named Edward Joseph, Baron Bellew, who have not already proved their debts, are required, on or before the 8th day of February, 1884, to send their names and addresses and the particulars of their debts or claims, to me, the undersigned, Thomas Lyte Willis, of No. 17 Fenchurch-street, in the city of London, Wine Merchant, the trustee under the liquidation, or in default thereof they will be excluded from the benefit of the Dividend proposed to be declared
Dated this 1st day of February, 1884.
T. L. WILLIS, Trustee.
My great, great grandfather, Edward Joseph, was born in Ireland in 1830. His father was a Member of Parliament and owned extensive lands in Co Louth. His mother, Anna Fermina Mendoza was an Anglo-Spanish heiress. In 1853 Edward married Augusta Bryan, another heiress, whose family owned land in Co Kilkenny and was said to be the richest Commoners in Ireland. He was High Sheriff of Co Louth, a Major in the Louth Militia and for one season was Master of the Louth Foxhounds. He succeeded his father as the 2nd Lord Bellew in 1866.
How can he possibly have ended up owning a hotel in Gravesend and going bankrupt owing money to a wine merchant? It is a sad tale. He left his wife and went to England with his mistress. ( History repeated itself in the 20th century.) The family was successful in disinheriting him and cutting off his access to Bellew and Bryan funds. After his bankruptcy he went to live on the Continent and died in Bad Mannheim in Germany in 1895, aged 65.
Until now my family has been as reticent as Florence Craye about this fall from grace of this especially black sheep in the Bellew flock.
(This post was first published in Wooster Sauce, the organ of the PG Wodehouse Society.)
That is all worthy of Thackeray or Trollope. Perhaps especially the latter (when one thinks of the Irishness), but maybe the former (when one thinks of the Continental wages of sin). Thanks for it.
The author must be most warmly congratulated for his exceptional bravery in publicly divulging the colourful history of his ancestry. No doubt he will be pilloried by some family members for airing such dirty laundry in public, but I admire his tenacity.
The fact that Lord Bellew #2 had an affair or co-inhabited with his mistress is no scandal, in fact it hardly warrants mentioning. Nor is the fact that he squandered his fortune on riotous living and bankrupted himself in the process (Aristocrats which met this fate were two-a-penny in the nineteenth century). What is most scandalous, and therefore fascinating, is the fact that the Baron Bellew went into trade.
As the author correctly asserts however, history often repeats itself, and the Bellew family stray into the hospitality business was not completely lost on them, as the present Lord & Lady B have prudently advertised the Castle on Airbnb.
So Christopher, should you find yourself presented with a bill for accommodation following your next visit to Barmeath, you will be content to know that Bru is in arrears to his wine merchant!