The Personal Memoirs of Julia Dent Grant (Mrs. Ulysses S. Grant), edited by John Y. Simon, Southern Illinois University Press, on Amazon, a review by Patty of Brandyparfums.com
I’m rereading this fantastic, romantic book, and I thought of readers who should be acquainted with this literary gem. Any Regency reader would love Julia Dent Grant’s charming memoirs which due to failing eyesight she dictated to her son or secretary. Her eloquence is astonishing – at once dramatic and poetic. There are many references to things English since she and Ulysses met the Queen during their world tour. They also dined at Apsley House. Daughter Nellie married an Englishman and went to live in England. Here are some of the beautiful, moving passages:
“My first recollections in life reach back a long way, more than three-score years and ten now……..Dear papa, coming out with great pleasure, caught me, held me up in the air, telling me to look, the very trees were welcoming me, and, sure enough, the tall locust trees were tossing their white-plumed branches gleefully.”
“Such delightful rides we all used to take! The Lieutenant [Ulysses] rode a bonny brown steed with flowing wavy mane and tail. He called him Fashion. My horse was a beauty, a chestnut brown, and as glossy as satin, and such pretty ears and great eyes. She was part Arabian, and I named her Psyche. Such rides! in the early spring, the tender young foliage scarcely throwing a shadow…..he was always by my side.”
There’s information about Lincoln and the assassination that isn’t found in most history books. The day of the assassination, Julia was visited by one of the conspirators wearing “a shabby hat.” –
I thought it was the bellboy with cards. ‘What do you want?’ He reddened and, bowing, said, “This is Mrs. Grant?” I bowed assent. “Mrs. Lincoln sends me, Madam, with her compliments, to say she will call for you at exactly eight o’clock to go to the theatre.” To this I replied with some feeling (not liking either the looks of the messenger or the message, thinking the former savored of discourtesy and the latter seemed like a command), ‘You may tell Mrs. Lincoln that as General Grant and I intend leaving the city this afternoon, we will not therefore be here to accompany the President and Mrs. Lincoln to the theatre.”
Later that afternoon at a late lunch in the Willard, the conspirators sit at a table starring at Julia –
He seemed to be intent on what we and the children were saying. I thought he was crazy.”
When the Grants hold their first few White House receptions, Julia wrote about the young peoples’ luncheon and it reminded me of a Heyer novel –
The young peoples’ luncheon is a memory of dimples, smiles, gleaming white shoulders, of lace and flowers and tender glances – a pleasant memory to me.”
The Grants go to the grand Apsley House for a dinner given by the second duke of Wellington. Julia wonders, “This great house was presented to Wellington by the government for a single victory at Waterloo along with a noble title which will descend throughout his line. As I sat there I thought, ‘How would it have been if General Grant had been an Englishman’ – I wonder, I wonder.”
While in Paris, Julia reveals her interest in fashion –
I had a splendid time shopping. [in Paris] Mr [Charles F.] Worth personally directed the fitting of my costumes, and Madame Virot attended me in person for any millinery I wished, and these were no small attentions, I assure you.”
Many more amazing passages may be found in Julia’s Memoirs. She was the first First Lady to write her memoirs but they weren’t published during her lifetime and appeared in 1973.
Thanks for the review on this book. It sounds very interesting. I will be trying to locate a copy to read!
Wow, Vic! You’ve done it again–turned up something I had no idea existed and got me interested in a person I’ve never given a single thought to! Must get this book!
Here’s Julia’s insightful passage about Egypt in 1877 but it could have been today.
“One could not but reflect here on the emptiness, frailty and the vanity of man. Egypt, the birthplace , the cradle of civilization – Egypt, the builder of temples, tombs, and the great pyramids – has nothing left her. Except for the very few, her people live in huts built of cornstalks without a roof and subsist almost entirely upon farinaceous food. Egypt, with the fangs of that relentless vampire – debt – fastened at her throat cries out in despair, as did Marc Antony, when encircled by the arms of that cruel Circe, ‘I am dying, Egypt, dying. Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast.”
Julia Grant’s description of Egypt could easily refer to any of the Western nations in the future.
I was surfing the net looking for a suitable illustration of the Grants for my latest blog and stumbled on your piece about Julia’s memoirs.
I agree that her memoirs are a most remarkable find and deserve a wider readership. As you note, Julia’s memoirs contain information about the Lincoln assassination not found in other published works. I used her memoirs as a source for two chapters of Ghosts and Haunts of the Civil War and also my latest book, The Paranormal Presidency.
I am currently trying to shop a book on true life Civil War Romances to trade publishers. While I have had one nibble so far, the general consensus seems to be that Civil War books are from Mars and Romances are from Venus and that never the twain shall meet in nonfiction.
PS Not Jane Austin, but I believe Charlotte Bronte had a thing or two to say about “sentiments and presentiments” in Jane Eyre.