Fortunate for posterity that when the American Mr. Louis Simond made a trip to Regency London in 1809, he not only stayed in the fashionable West End of the city, but kept notes on what he saw. He recorded details about the general tide of life for the residents who lived, loved and
played there. His are not the only eye-witness notes we have of the period, but they are revealing.
|London, Pall Mall|
These lofty souls did not appear until nigh three or four o'clock, when, in a great racket, they would begin making their "morning" calls, or go shopping or promenading, or grace an assembly room with their presence. Why was the beginning of their day so late in the afternoon? Because it went on until early next morning, or even 'til dawn.
|Procession--Not the Horse Guards, but a special event including the Prince Regent himself|
Simond says there was gaslight on the streets, and this, in 1809 (earlier than most of us thought); but the lights were not effective, and after being lit at dusk, did little to illumine one's way ( but made "little brightish dots" in a line going down the street).*
There was a lull of activity around this time, and then, from six o'clock to about eight, after people had dressed for dinner and evening entertainments, the racket and street traffic started up again. Another lull would follow, and then near ten o'clock the crush of carriages was back with all its ensuing noises: The thunderous hoof-beats, whinnying, whips cracking, people laughing, wheels turning, churning, and lumbering along the cobbled roads. It was an awful din that rarely subsided before midnight.
|Covent Garden Theater, London, 1858. This is well after the regency, but gives a good idea of the crowds that would have been there then just as here.|
In the book, Our Tempestous Day, Carolly Erickson says that, according to Simond, "At one o'clock it was still difficult to sleep for all the commotion. Gradually, though, the number of carriages diminshed until, as the sky began to grow light, only a single carriage was heard now and then
at a great distance. The fashionable world went to sleep, not to be roused until long after noon." *
The next day, it would start all over again, and the endless whirl of activity called the "season" would continue.
|Regent Street, 1829. (Post-Regency, Pre-Victorian)|
When ready to leave (after fifteen minutes to half an hour), waiting for one's carriage was the next trial, after which it was on to another "at home" (what we would call an "open house" today). One can imagine the sheer exhaustion of attending just one or two of these in a week! And yet they were constantly being hosted, and the greater your popularity and consequence, the more invitations you would receive for them.
Much time could be spent attending such things, and, as the grid-lock and flux of carriages in the
street and their accompanying flambeaux gave away the location of these affairs, they were virtually public knowledge--and therefore heavily attended.
So much for the painstaking work of ordering and sending little gilded invitations to an elite list of recipients, weeks in advance. As Mrs. Bentley notes (in Before the Season Ends,) "a hostess always prefers a crush to its opposite. But important members of the ton must not be made to suffer!" Alas for Mrs. Bentley, it was seemingly unavoidable at times.
|Willoughby and Eleanor at the fateful rout|
I hope you've enjoyed this small peek into regency life. For a better idea, try reading an inspirational regency romance, such as Before the Season Ends, in which Miss Ariana Forsythe must navigate the treacherous waters of London high society--at the height of the Regency--by her wealthy Aunt who tries to marry her off for money. I have readers who report having read this book TEN times--because of its fun factor and warm-hearted ending.