Hester's pets

Hester Maria Thrale and Belle by Zoffany 1766

Posted 11 November 2009 - 9:26am by David Thrale
Hester Maria Thrale and Belle by Zoffany 1766

Page 31. Hester Maria Thrale aged 20 months circa May 1766 with pet dog Belle by Zoffany.

Anecdotes of the late Samuel Johnson by Hester Lynch Thrale - part 6

Posted 27 September 2009 - 12:20am by David Thrale

He was, however, proud to be amongst the sportsmen; and I think no praise ever went so close to his heart as when Mr. Hamilton called out one day upon Brighthelmstone Downs, "Why, Johnson rides as well, for aught I see, as the most illiterate fellow in England." Though Dr. Johnson owed his very life to air and exercise, given him when his organs of respiration could scarcely play, in the year 1766, yet he ever persisted in the notion that neither of them had anything to do with health.

According to Beryl

Posted 20 September 2009 - 6:14pm by David Thrale

According to Queeney: Front coverAccording to Queeney: Front coverOn 6 October 2001, BBC Television broadcast According to Beryl. Their hour-long account of the family arrangement enjoyed by Samuel Johnson and the Thrale family of Streatham, seen through the eyes of Beryl Bainbridge, author of the book on the same subject, According to Queeney.

My dear Flo

Posted 16 September 2009 - 11:35pm by David Thrale

Written by Hester Lynch Thrale. Thraliana entry dated 1 September 1797.

We are returned from London & its Environs where I gained little—& lost—my Dear Flo, ’Tis inconceivable how that poor Animal’s Death has lessened the little stock of harmless Pleasure I enjoy'd—but he is dead, left under my Mother’s favourite Tree at Streatham Park; where I deposited her Spaniel Belle many a long Year ago—He took some Tears with him from his good natur’d Master—& from me these Lines.

Rickmansworth Fishing

Posted 15 September 2009 - 11:23pm by David Thrale

Written by Hester Lynch Thrale. Thraliana entry dated March to April 1778.

All this dismal happened in June 1776. as well as I remember; Mr Thrale was gone with little Mr Evans of St Saviour’s to fish for Trout in the River at Rickmansworth, & we were just come from Bath to Streatham, and were gathering our Folks together I see by some old Verses which I wrote just at that Time to Mr Thrale who went on the Wensday to Herts, & returned on the Fryday—so I sent the Verses to meet him at the Borough house on the Fryday Morng. God knows they are silly enough—but they do not smell of the Lamp at least. I wrote them as fast as I now write this Stuff.

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