Wednesday, August 14, 2013

History's Runway: The Prince Albert Miniature, 1840


Miniature
Magdalena Dalton after
William Ross
Diamonds, Gold, Ivory
The Royal Collection

From the time of their marriage in 1840 until her death, Queen Victoria cherished nothing more than she did the love she felt for her husband. She surrounded herself with images of Prince Albert and even commissioned jewelry to commemorate her love for him. Take this brooch, for example.

A frame of diamonds is set with a miniature on ivory by Magdalena Dalton after Sir William Ross' profile portrait of Prince Albert. At first, this was originally set as a bracelet, but later a brooch clasp was added. Queen Victoria’s personal inventory of her jewels records this brooch as follows: “a portrait after Ross set in diamonds and fastened by a Diamond band of 4 rows, supplied by Rundell, Bridge & Rundell.”

The Queen wore this portrait often both as a bracelet and a brooch. It is clearly visible in several portraits including her portrait by John Partridge. The faded condition of the miniature owes to the fact that it was worn constantly by the Queen, from their marriage until her death.

Object of the Day, Museum Edition: Miniature of Venetia Stanley, Lady Digby, c. 1615



Tho', happy Muse, thou know my Digby well,
Yet read him in these lines: He doth excell
In honour, courtesie, and all the parts
Court can call hers, or Man could call his Arts.
Hee's prudent, valiant, just, and temperate;
In him all vertue is beheld in State:
And he is built like some imperiall roome
For that to dwell in, and be still at home.

An Epigram to my Muse, the Lady Digby, on her Husband, Sir Kenelme Digby.
--Ben Jonson, 1635

Venetia Stanley
Peter Oliver, 1615-1633
The Victoria & Albert Museum


This miniature of watercolor on vellum, set into a case of ivory and tortoiseshell, is one of a group of early Seventeenth Century portraits, evidently of the same young woman--traditionally identified as Venetia Stanley, Lady Digby.

Now, who is this Venetia Stanley that she should inspire so many artists. Venetia Stanley was the childhood sweetheart of Sir Kenelm Digby (a philosopher, scientist, adventurer and leader of the Catholic Church in Britain who later converted to Anglicanism after becoming associated with the Privy Council of King Charles I).  Venetia was considered to be of rare beauty and great intellect. She was also rumored to be a courtesan and the concubine of the Earl of Dorset (as well as the mother of several of his illegitimate children).

Given the latter bit of Venetia’s reputation, Digby's mother opposed her son’s relationship with Venetia, stating that such a woman was not a suitable match for her boy.  Sir Kenelm’s mother insisted that her son go abroad in 1620, stating that he should continue his studies, but hoping that he’d meet a more acceptable young woman.

And, then, came to pass a kerfuffle of Shakespearean proportions.  While abroad, Sir Kenelm, in 1623, met Maria de Medici who fell madly in love with her.  Unable to shake thoughts of the lovely Venetia, Sir Kenelm rebuffed de Medici—never a good idea.  And, so, soon news of Sir Kenelm’s early death flooded home—sending Venetia into hysterics and contributing to her ongoing condition of persistent, nagging headaches.

While Venetia medicated herself with “viper-wine” (a concoction of wine and snake venom) to treat her headaches, Sir Kenelm—who was not dead at all—was on his way home.  The couple was reunited in 1625 and married in secret.

Reverse of the miniature case.
So, you’d think that after such a soapy trial, the couple would have been happily married.  Right?  Nope.  Digby, who truly did love Venetia, just couldn’t remain faithful.  And, it’s thought that Venetia couldn’t change her ways and continues to share her affections with others in court. Nonetheless, they remained married until Venetia’s mysterious death in 1633.

Surely you didn’t think that Venetia would have had a run-0f-the-mill death.  No.  On April 30, 1633, Venetia went to bed—alone. Digby who was up to other things decided to sleep in a different room.  When Venetia’s maid went to awaken her the next morning, she found her mistress dead.

More rumors.  Did Digby murder his wife in a fit of jealousy?  Did he kill her because she was preventing his relationship with another woman?  Did one of her other male friends take her life?  The woman was in good health—except for those headaches.  Perhaps she had one too many sips of “viper-wine.”  Did she kill herself because of Digby’s cruelty or because she was in love with another man?

Curious for 1633, an autopsy was performed before Venetia’s burial.  Hoping to find the cause of her death, Venetia’s doctor opened her skull and found her brain atrophied. She had, “little brain at all.”  And, so, it was concluded that all those years of headaches had led up to some sort of hemorrhage.  But, still, the rumors persisted.

Nonetheless, Digby mourned deeply.  Despite his philandering, he did love the woman.  His loss met with the sympathy of his peers and was a source of inspiration for countless artists and poets,  including Ben Jonson.

A host of paintings and miniatures were produced, adding to the already large number of representations of Venetia.  Let’s study this image.  The miniature shows Venetia as a young woman.  Yet, there is some debate about when it was painted.  We know it to be the work of Peter Oliver (1589-1647).  The style of the painting matches Oliver’s later work—soft brushstrokes and a lack of adherence to linear planes.  Yet, Venetia is clearly young and dressed in the style of about 1615.  Could this have been a posthumous. idealized tribute or was it painted from life?  We’ll never know.  So, we’ll say this was painted between 1615 and 1633.


Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Mastery of Design: The Gilbert Trophy Snuffbox, 19th C.



Bloodstone and varicolored gold snuffbox set with diamonds, rubies, emeralds,
sapphires, and topaz.
The Gilbert Collection
German, 1800-1900
This and all related images from:
The Victoria & Albert Museum





This rectangular snuffbox is comprised of six panels of bloodstone encrusted with martial and musical trophies in diamonds, rubies, emerald, sapphires, and topazes mounted in varicolored gold.  It is also chased with flowers, foliage and ribbons, and features an elaborately jeweled floral thumbpiece set with a central emerald.

Part of the impressive Gilbert Collection at the V&A, this box was made in Germany between 1800 and 1900.












Treat of the Week: Chicken and Dumplings and a Whipped Cream Pound Cake






Chicken and dumplings was just the key to making this past gloomy, sticky weekend into a real delight. When most people think of chicken and dumplings, they imagine a pot-pie like concoction topped with dense balls of thick dough. But, that’s not the way my mother makes it. My mom’s chicken and dumplings is light, fresh and bursting with flavor. Not mired in the heavy gravy one usually thinks of, this dish features delightfully tender chunks of chicken swimming in a light, herb-filled sauce in which potatoes, peas and carrots pop fresh flavor into each bite. The crowning glory is the dumplings—airy, fluffy dumplings adorned throughout with herbs. Served with a cool salad and delightful homemade cornbread (which I very much enjoyed), this dinner chased all the cobwebs out of my head.








And, of course, being a cake enthusiast, I was thrilled to see a gorgeous pound cake baked in a blossom-shaped pan.  Beneath a gorgeous glaze, this whipped cream pound cake was marbled with luscious chocolate.  Dense and moist, the cake could have been sliced so thin you could have read your iPad through it.  But, why would you want to do that?  Not only would it make your iPad all cake-y; nobody wants a thin piece of this cake!









Gifts of Grandeur: The Cartier Flowerpot Earrings, 1930-5



The Victoria & Albert Museum


These elegant earrings take the form of flower pots from which stylized flowers are growing. Made by Cartier, the designer made clever use of various shapes and cuts of diamonds.


These earrings were a stylistic nod to the “giardinetti” (little garden) rings of the Eighteenth Century, all the while taking a very Art Deco focus with the densely set diamonds. 



Painting of the Day: A Watercolor by LeMoyne, 1575



Botanical Watercolor
Jacques LeMoyne de Morgues, 1575
The Victoria & Albert Museum



Huguenot artist, Jacques LeMoyne de Morgues (1533-1588) created this drawing as part of his album of 59 botanical watercolors in 1575. This leaf from the folio shows an iris stem terminating in two blossoms.

For centuries, LeMoyne was thought of only as a basic artist who provided images for simple woodcuts, the rediscovery of this album in the early Twentieth Century altered this perception. Now, he’s been given his due as one of the most important and prolific botanical painters in history. 


Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 365



Chapter 365
The Accident


"You horrible little girl!"  Ulrika shrieked, rushing toward Fern.  "What have you done?"

"Stay back!"  Johnny Donnan aimed the pistol at Ulrika.  "Don't touch her."

Maudie ran forward and took Fern by the hand, pulling the child back to the protection of the group.

"The murderous little bitch!"  Ulrika howled.

"Are you referring to Orpha Polk?"  Robert asked.

"That's enough from you!"  Ulrika screamed.  She came toward them.

"If ya don't keep away, lassie, I'll shoot ya in the heart."  Johnny barked.

"If she has one,"  Lennie muttered to Gamilla.

"Go ahead and shoot me!"  Ulrika moaned.  "What have I to live for now?  Do you realize what that hideous girl has done?  She's killed Marduk!  Through  him, I would have been all powerful.  Through him, I would have been immortal."

"No, ya wouldn't."  Punch squinted.  "Best you'd 'ave gotten is free tickets to the sideshow."

"Make your jokes, lunatic.  I've lost everything, really.  But, go on and have your fun.  I've nothing now."  Ulrika coughed.

"Miss Rittenhouse, as I recall, you're an heiress."  Robert shook his head.  "I'd say you've much to live for."

"Sure, you got a fine plantation and another big house in New Orleans.  You got a rich papa who gives ya all the money ya want.  Ya even got that wicked man what's passed out downstairs."

"All of these terrestrial things are meaningless.  I would have been the Queen of the gods.  How...oh, mercy...how will I tell 'The Fifty'?"

"You'll tell 'em that the poor creature wasn't no god."  Punch replied plainly.  "And, then, you'll go back to America and leave us in peace."

"Not without seeing that wretched little girl punished!"

"Hasn't she been punished enough?"  Lennie asked.  "Haven't you made her face horrors that no one should ever see?"

"She just murdered Orpha and Marduk!"  Ulrika screamed.  "She has not been punished for that!"

"It was an accident."  Punch said firmly.

"Oh?"  Ulrika growled.

"Your Grace,"  Gerard interrupted.  "I hear a commotion outside."

"Go and look, would you?"  Punch asked.

Gerard and Gamilla went to the window.

"The palace guards are here and a crowd done gathered 'round the...accident."  Gamilla said quickly.

"It was no accident."  Ulrika scoffed.

"Ulrika,"  Robert began, "you and your lover are complicit in much of the atrocities which have taken place in this house."

"Her Majesty knows all about them."  Punch added.  "You're on English soil, you are, and subject to English law.  You could leave this country a free woman, or, me and me chum and all our friends here can say just what part you and Giovanni played in Orpha's fiendish plans."

"We'd also be happy to share what else we know about Giovanni."  Robert continued.  "No one has ever been convicted in the murder of His Grace's father, Sir Colin Molliner.  We have quite a lot of evidence which proves that Giovanni was the killer."

"We also have witnesses in Gerard and Gamilla what attest to your abduction of our son while we were in America."  Punch smiled.

"So, Miss Rittenhouse,"  Lennie spoke up, "you can leave England a free woman or..."

"You can be buried here after your hangin'."  Punch nodded.

"It all depends on your account of what happened in this room this morning."  Robert added. "We have many witnesses.  In fact, let's hear from them.  Gerard?  What did you see?"

"I saw Miss Polk stumble.  She tried not to drop the baby, what with havin' only the one hand, and she lost her balance and fell into the window."  Gerard answered.

"Gamilla?"  Punch asked.

Gamilla looked at Fern who still held Maudie's hand.  Fern looked nervous, recalling the horrible things she'd done to Gamilla.

Gamilla smiled.  "Miss Polk stumbled and fell into the window."

Tears rose in Fern's eyes as she nodded her thanks.

"Aye, that's what I saw."  Johnny nodded.

"Same for me,"  Maudie spoke up.

"We're in agreement then."  Robert said.  "Aren't we, Ulrika?"

Pounding on the front door made Ulrika's response more urgent.

"That'll be Her Majesty's men."  Punch smiled.

"I could have had everything."  Ulrika shivered.

"Look out that window!"  Gerard demanded, growing impatient.  "That thing ain't no god!  It was a sick, mortal creature what could have had a chance if you two sour cows hadn't abused it so!  And, underneath it is a soul of pure evil!  You're no gold medal, Miss Rittenhouse, but she was pure wickedness.  I seen you at your worst.  Oh, yes.  Don't forget I was at the Place Congo that night when Marie Laveau got ya finally, I know you got some small piece of ya, some small part that's a human woman.  But, Orpha Polk was the demon and she was pullin' your strings like you was her puppet..."

"Here..."  Punch snorted.

"Sorry, Your Grace."

"No matter.  Can't trust marionettes."  Punch nodded.

Gerard pointed to the window again as the knocking downstairs continued.  "Look!  Look at what you worshipped!  You ought to thank Miss Fern for savin' ya from it.  Now, I ain't no admirer of Miss Fern's, but she was justified in doin' what she done, and, she proved herself a heroine today.  She's gonna make somethin' of 'erself.  If she can, after livin' through all she's done, you--with all the blessin's ya got--can do the same."

"All you gotta do is say it was an accident."  Gamilla added.

"They're gonna break in the door, Ulrika, less someone answers it."  Punch said.  "So, what'll it be?  What happened here today?  Your answer will decide whether or not you hang."

Ulrika inhaled deeply.

Finally she smiled, tossing her auburn hair so it danced around her thick neck.  "It was an accident, really."

Johnny sighed with relief, handing the pistol to Robert.  "I'll go and answer the door."

"Dr. Halifax,"  Ulrika began.  "I understand that Giovanni's been struck with a pistol.  Would you look at him and make sure that he'll be able to sail as soon as possible?"

"With pleasure."  Robert nodded.  "However, it'll have to be fast."

"That's right,"  Punch interjected.  "We've a wedding to attend."


Did you miss Chapters 1-364 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square?  If so, you can read them here.  Come back tomorrow for Chapter 366.