I Am On A Mission

I have to be honest that I am an extremely unhealthy person.

I don’t exercise except for walking, my intake of healthy food is pretty limited, and the staples of my diet is caffeine, sugar, and all the chocolate I can stuff in my handbag in the morning!

This has never really bothered me before because I have remained a size 8-10 and can, therefore, still fit in every beautiful item of clothing I’ve purchased over the years. However yesterday I tried on my dress for Royal Ascot on Saturday. It’s always been a dress that I both love and hate, purchased for me  by my mother for my 18th birthday, but it went beautifully with the masterpiece that is my hat (I really love this hat!). For the first time in my life, however, my love of tight, figure hugging, impractical clothes is doing me no favours. I looked huge and that’s when it dawned on me- I am no longer 15 and I can no longer live on the junk that got me through education.

And so as of 1st June 2018 (dun, dun, dun!), I Jessica Louise Williams am going to get fit and I’m going to write about it because then there is some pressure out there to make me do it. I always say I’m going to get fit and start looking after myself but I never do it so this time, there is actual written evidence of my saying that I AM GOING TO BE HEALTHY.

Over the next few months, I am going to say goodbye to the fizzy drinks that I consume by the litre and cut down the two to six sugars I pour in each coffee. It will be farewell to my chocolate filled handbag and hello fruit- I can’t really remember the last time I bought fruit. More importantly, I am going to exercise so that I feel happier in my totally impractical and rather marvellous wardrobe.

I’m not doing this because someone has said to me that I look bigger or because people keep saying that you must eat healthier! I don’t do things because other people dictate that that is the way I should live.  I am doing this because I looked in a mirror and didn’t recognise or like what I saw! I love my clothes- especially figure hugging clothes- and it’s time I put some work in, rather than just my money!

Wish me luck!!


An Introduction to Henrietta Ponsonby, Lady Bessborough

While Georgiana Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire has become a renowned figure of the eighteenth-century to those studying the period in the twenty-first century, her sister has become lost behind her famous reputation. Born on 16th June 1761, Henrietta Frances Ponsonby, Lady Bessborough was the third child and second daughter of Lord and Lady Spencer.

In 1780, Lady Bessborough married Frederick Ponsonby, later the third Earl of Bessborough, a third cousin of the Duke of Devonshire’s. Earl Bessborough was three years Lady Bessborough’s senior and she entered her marriage with ‘a very high opinion of him’ although she wrote that ‘I wish I could have known him a little better at first.’[1] The marriage had the support of both of her parents, who Lady Bessborough described as being ‘the happiest of creatures’ in 1781 at the news of their youngest daughter’s marriage.[2]

While historians, such as Amanda Foreman, have argued that the Duchess of Devonshire entered her marriage under the belief that she was in love, it is clear from Lady Bessborough’s correspondence that she did not marry under the same belief.[3] Writing to Miss Shipley ahead of her wedding, Lady Bessborough described how he had ‘a better chance of being reasonably happy with him than with most people I know.’ [4]  This detached approach to matrimony presents a clear difference between the two sisters’ attitude.

While the Bessborough marriage has since been viewed as an unhappy relationship, it did result in the birth of four children. John William Ponsonby was born in 1781, followed by another son, Frederick Ponsonby in 1783. Five years after her marriage, Lady Bessborough gave birth to a daughter Caroline Ponsonby, who later became Lady Caroline Lamb after marriage. Their final child, William Ponsonby, was born in 1787.


Portrait of Lady Bessborough with her eldest sons John and Frederick.


During her life Lady Bessborough conducted three extra-marital affairs, the first beginning in 1784 with Charles Wyndham. Lasting over a year, the relationship almost concluded in an elopement, which was stopped by the involvement of her mother and brother. By 1787 Lady Bessborough began her second affair with the playwright and politician Richard Brinsley Sheridan, with the relationship being discovered by Lord Bessborough in 1789. Lady Bessborough concluded the adulterous relationship following her husband’s detection but started her final and longest affair in 1794 with politician Granville Leveson-Gower. Lasting until Leveson-Gower’s marriage to her niece, Lady Harriet Cavendish, on 24th December 1809, the affair resulted in the birth of two illegitimate children; Harriet and George Arundel Stewart.

Like her sister, Lady Bessborough became involved in political campaigning, becoming heavily involved in the political campaigning for the Whig Party during the Westminster Election in 1784. Referred to as the ‘Kisses for Votes Campaign’ by contemporaries, the campaigning by the Whig political hostesses resulted in both the newspapers and caricaturists of the age targeting the Duchess of Devonshire, with some believed that she had exchanged kisses for votes, with this being used by the Tories to discredit her character. It has, however, since been claimed that Lady Bessborough, as Amanda Foreman terms her, ‘the true culprit’ of the event.[5] While her sister stopped campaigning after the negative publicity, Lady Bessborough continued to publicly campaign in future elections with also providing political advice to both the Whig party and Leveson-Gower for the rest of her life.

‘Her release from great agony was almost a relief at the moment and as for the future I have not dared to look for it,’ wrote William Ponsonby to his sister two days after the death of his mother.[6] The pain Lady Bessborough suffered from during a sudden illness is now believed to have been caused by a serious bowel infection such as cholera or dysentery. Lady Bessborough died on 11th November 1821 in Florence, and was buried in the Cavendish vault in All Saints’ Derby, beside her sister who had died earlier in 1806.

Lady Bessborough was the focus of my undergraduate dissertation and in the next couple of blog posts I will be exploring further aspects of her life, including her marriage, the extra-marital affairs she conducted, and her political involvement.


[1] Letter from Lady Harriet Spencer to Miss Shipley, November 1780 In: Bessborough, Earl of ed. Lady Bessborough and her Family Circle, Butler & Tanner, London, 1940 p31

[2] Letter from Lady Harriet Spencer to Miss Shipley, November 1780 In: Bessborough, Earl of ed. Lady Bessborough and her Family Circle, Butler & Tanner, London, 1940 p31

[3] Foreman, Amanda Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, Harper Collins Publishers London, 1999, p18.

[4] Letter from Lady Harriet Spencer to Miss Shipley, November 1780 In: Bessborough, Earl of ed. Lady Bessborough and her Family Circle, Butler & Tanner, London, 1940 p31

[5] Gleeson, Janet An Aristocratic Affair, p489


[6] Letter from William Ponsonby to Lady Caroline Lamb, 13th November 1821 (CS6/559)

Planning is a Fruitless Endeavour

Here follows a typical example of what happens when I try to get some work done to any sort of externally imposed time frame…


I needed to get some work done. I need to get some work done every day but there was a pressing deadline I wanted to meet. I left work 45 minutes late, then had just over an hour to eat and do some of said work at home before going to get Ivy from nursery. Got a bit done, but not much so decided I’d do some more in the hour before Ivy’s bedtime (CBeebies is our friend).


Then my called mum to ask for a lift to see a dear friend who was taken in to hospital, I was feeling rough and didn’t want to pass on germs so Sam went to take her. So I put Ivy to bed. Managed about 15 mins before Sam got home, ate dinner, fell asleep on the sofa, decided to go to bed early in the vague hope of having energy the next day. Ivy was up on and off all night, which is unlike her, suspected tummy ache. Less than three hours sleep for me!


Typing this part while she’s asleep on my lap, at 10:30 in the morning she has a temperature and obviously feels really rough, so I’m getting nothing done but can’t be helped. Might take her back to bed in a bit.


She’s just woken up crying and been sick all over me, and her, and the sofa. And when I stood up it all fell on the floor and the dogs honed in like a couple of sick-seeking vultures. Need to strip us both down and was the floors. Bathe the child as well. Poor girl now she really is feeling hot.


This work isn’t going to happen is it.


5 days later…


Well I did get that work finished, but only because I stayed up until 1am finishing it. This always happens doesn’t it? There’s a deadline; it’s doable, but only if nothing else comes in and fucks with your time management. Oh, look the toddler has a temperature and you’re covered in sick.


2 days after that…


And now one week later I’ve finished writing this post about that whole incident and this might give a small insight into why I haven’t gotten around to writing/finishing/posting anything on this blog over the past year! The plan is for that to change soon. That’s the plan anyway.




If I’m honest, I don’t remember much of 2014 to 2016. During my second year of uni and into my third year, I was suffering from severe anxiety and depression, which wasn’t diagnosed until late 2015. I remember enough of it to know that I was extremely unwell, something that I don’t think I realised properly at the time, and that I was in an extremely negative place.

I have now learnt that my anxiety derives from my extreme perfectionism. I’m a workaholic, 150% dedicated to anything I do and failure is my biggest fear. For some reason in 2014, I decided I was failing at everything to do with my degree (I wasn’t!) and this anxious, terrified person came into existence. Suddenly, the person who was passionate about history and loving their degree vanished and this shell was left. I remember one day before a seminar spending an hour and a half sat outside on a bench in the middle of February because I was too scared to go inside for lecture I was supposed to be in. I got it into my head that I didn’t deserve to be there, that everyone would be deeming me to be a failure and so I didn’t go in, even when I couldn’t feel my hands anymore. I was so cold by the time I gained the courage to go inside for my Georgians seminar that I spent the entire two hours wearing Liv’s hoodie and falling asleep when I was supposed to be completing an assignment in exam conditions.

There were days when sitting up in bed was all I could do and there were some days when I was so terrified of seeing people, I hid underneath my bed so no one could find me. Thinking about it I’m amazed I fitted under there because of all the junk that was thrown under there. I don’t think I ate a proper meal sometimes for a week because I feared being forced to talk to people in the kitchen and I had the best housemates in the world. Sometimes I’d think that I was okay and then I’d find myself volunteering and during a conversation with a visitor suddenly having a panic attack, thinking that I wasn’t good enough to be talking to these people who had paid money to visit the property I was in. It was like being on a rollercoaster and I hate rollercoasters!

I guess everything became very real to me when, after a discussion with a lecturer where I admitted that I didn’t want to do my degree anymore, I stood at the side of the road and considered walking out in front of a car. I didn’t want to kill myself but I was so terrified that I was failing the degree that I loved so much that I thought that seriously injuring myself would stop me from the humiliation of failure. I scared myself so much in that moment that I went back to see another doctor. This was the third doctor I’d seen about feeling so down and she immediately understood what was going on. I was put on anti-depressants, which I took for a year before deciding that I wanted to try without them (I’m happy to say I’ve now been off them for a year). It was, however, people who got me through all of this.

I was very lucky to have fantastic housemates who were extremely understanding, a great friend who put up with so many messages from me at random times of the day, and lecturers who were willing to their sacrifice their time to listened to me while I sobbed, gave up on numerous occasions, and then tried to help me rebuild my confidence. It’s because of these people that I came away from uni last year with a 2:1 History degree and managed to complete my MA in September with a 68 in my dissertation on Holocaust interpretation.

I strongly believe that talking is so important for your physical and mental health. I understand how terrifying it is to feel like you’re a stranger, to find getting out of bed in the morning the biggest challenge and for that to be only the first task of the day, and how difficult it is to force yourself to start a conversation with someone when you just want to hide. Talking to people saved me though. It saved my sanity. You don’t even need to discuss how you’re feeling, just talk. Talk about complete rubbish, I had so many conversations that weren’t even about me.

Today my anxiety can still be a challenge but it’s only occasionally, rather than most days of the week. I look back at those two years and I’m extremely proud of what I managed to do and so thankful for the people who had helped me through it.

Arbella and The Main Plot

The interpretation of Arbella as the rightful heir to Elizabeth I can be seen to have resulted in people plotting to place her on the throne after James was crowned. This, therefore, resulted in Stuart being viewed as a threat to James I because she was seen as an alternative for those who were discontent with him as King.

Conspator Sir Walter Raleigh


This concept can be seen particularly in the motivation behind the 1603 Main Plot, which involved figures such as Lord Cobham and Sir Walter Raleigh. The plotters were charged ‘that [they] did conspire and goe about [to] deprive the King of his government’ and that they ‘intended the intitling of the Lady Arabella Steward to the Crowne.’[1] Argued to be the ‘more serious’ of the two 1603 plot’s by Gristwood, this particular conspiracy presented how Arbella Stuart became a rallying point for those discontent with James’ reign.[2] By plotting to remove the King and ‘intitling… Lady Arabella Steward’, the conspirators made Arbella a potential threat to James; using her position as a potential claimant to present a substitute for the King if they had been successful in their assassination plot. However Arbella’s letters suggest that she was discontent with the conspirators plan to place her on the throne, corresponding in 1603 to Mary Talbot, Arbella wrote about how ‘the vanity of wicked mens vaine designes, have made my name passe through a grosse and suttle lawyers lippes of late.’[3] Describing the plotters as ‘wicked men’ with ‘vaine designes,’ Arbella clearly presents her disapproval of the plot to place her on the throne, viewing those involved negatively. This is reinforced by the comment in relation to her name passing ‘through a grosse and suttle lawyers lippes of late.’ This further supports Arbella’s discontent with her name being associated with a plot against the King and, therefore, can be seen to support that she posed no threat to James but instead her claim was used by those who were dissatisfied with his reign.


[1] Raleigh, Walter The Arraignment and Conviction of Sir Walter Raleigh, William Wilson, London, 1648

[2] Gristwood, Sarah Arbella, England’s Lost Queen, Bantam Books, London, 2004 p267

[3] Arbella Stuart to Mary Talbot, 8th December 1603 In: Steen, Sara Jayne, The Letters of Arbella Stuart, Oxford University Press, New York, 1994, p194

Arbella During The Reign of Queen Elizabeth

Arbella can firstly be seen as a threat to James’ claim to the English throne before he was crowned King in 1603 because of how Queen Elizabeth treated the two potential successors. Sara Jayne Steen argues that if Arbella’s claim had not been ‘nearly equal to his, James might have been more insisted in his demands’ towards Elizabeth.[1] Writing in 1598, Peter Wentworth focused on the concern of Elizabeth’s ‘good and kind subjects’ in connection to her refusal to name a successor.[2] Focusing on how ‘we do greatlie feare, that your grace shall, then finde such a troubled soule and conscience,’ Wentworth describes the country’s awareness and fear towards Elizabeth’s refusal to name her heir.[3] Steen’s argument that ‘James might have been more [insistent]’ in demanding to be named Elizabeth’s successor if it had not been for Arbella’s potential claim can therefore be supported by the country’s awareness that Elizabeth was not content to name her heir. Steen further supports this by suggesting that ‘Elizabeth could pressure James by favoring Arbella,’ again suggesting that Elizabeth favoured alternative successors to force James to not be insistent in being named heir. [4] However, Elizabeth’s favouring of Arbella when James was applying too much pressure upon her to be named successor does not suggest that Stuart was a threat to James. This concept proposes that Arbella was used by Elizabeth to intimidate James but Stuart herself did not pose the threat to his position. Instead Elizabeth’s expectations could be seen as the threat to James being named heir, with the Queen purely using Arbella to force him to conform to her wishes.

Elizabeth I.


Furthermore, Arbella presented a threat to James during Elizabeth’s reign as some wished her to be named as Elizabeth’s successor, furthering the threat posed by the Queen using Arbella to intimidate James. During Elizabeth’s reign, some of the population deemed James to be of a foreign nationality, resulting in them not wishing for him to be named Elizabeth’s heir as they did not want a foreign King. Described as the ‘lawful inheritress’ by the French ambassador as a result of being an English descendant, Arbella was deemed to be a suitable alternative in the succession in comparison to the Scottish James.[5] Writing that as ‘a native-born claimant, Arbella Stuart was a more attractive contender’ to some members of the population, Mazzola supports the concept that Arbella posed a threat to James’ position because she was ‘native-born’ while James was born in Scotland to a Scottish queen, who herself had posed a significant threat to the Queen.[6]

Mary, Queen of Scots. Mother of James I.


Although this notion supports that Arbella did pose a threat to James’ position as Elizabeth’s potential heir, it also reflects how Arbella herself was not the one threatening James. Instead, the danger posed to James’ position was by those who were discontent with the idea of a foreigner as King, who instead substituted his claim with the ‘native-born’ Arbella, of an equal standing.

[1] Steen, Sara Jayne The Letters of Arbella Stuart, Oxford University Press, New York, 1994, p19

[2] Wentworth, Peter A Pithiie Exhortation of her Majestie for Establishing Her Successor to the Crowne, 1598,  p34

[3] Wentworth, Peter A Pithiee Exhortation of her Majestie for Establishing Her Successor to the Crowne, 1598,  p100

[4] Steen, Sara Jayne, The Letters of Arbella Stuart, Oxford University Press, New York, 1994, p19

[5] Gristwood, Sarah Arbella, England’s Lost Queen, Bantam Books, London, 2004,  p91

[6] Mazzola, Elizabeth Women’s Wealth and Women’s Writing in Early Modern England, Ashgate, Farnham, 2009, p74

Was Arbella Stuart a threat to James I?

Described as ‘a leading contender for the English throne and throughout her life the focus of plot and intrigue’ by her biographer, Sarah Gristwood, Arbella Stuart presented a potential threat to her cousin, James I’s, claim to the English throne.[1] A relative of Elizabeth I through her maternal line and to the Scottish monarchy paternally, Arbella Stuart clearly posed a significant threat to James VI’s position as heir to the English throne and then later to him when he was crowned King of England after Elizabeth’s death in 1603.

Portrait of Arbella Stuart.


 Born in 1575, Arbella Stuart was the daughter of Charles Stuart, 1st Earl of Lennox and Elizabeth Cavendish, Countess of Lennox. After the death of her parents, Arbella became the ward of Elizabeth ‘Bess’ of Hardwick and spent most of her childhood at Hardwick Hall, Derbyshire; isolated from the court of Elizabeth I. While Arbella did visit the court of the Queen, she spent most of her childhood in Derbyshire under the strict supervision of her grandmother. In 1588, Arbella became a Lady in Waiting to Elizabeth but was dismissed and sent back to Derbyshire after being seen to be too familiar with the Queen’s favourite, the Earl of Essex. During her life, Arbella can be seen to have plotted various escape plans; her first an attempt to leave the confines of her grandmother but later as a more serious attempt to break free from the Tower of London, where she was imprisoned by James I for her marriage to William Seymour in 1610. Arbella Stuart died in the Tower in 1615, because of complications from her refusal to eat, and was buried in Westminster Abbey two days later.

Over the next few blog entries, I will be focusing on the arguments of how Arbella Stuart was perceived to be a threat to James I.

[1] Gristwood, Sarah Arbella, England’s Lost Queen, Bantam Books, London 2004, p18