43. "See what you can do without": John Hopkinson & money

During his twenties, when so much of a young man's habits of mind and practice are formed and his character is so often moulded by his occupation, John Hopkinson went through a great deal.

He started his twenties still in his apprenticeship.  A couple of times he was nearly wiped out in accidents at work.  One of the workmen suffered a hideous death by scalding.  He put all his inheritance into the partnership with Messrs Wren & Bennett at the beginning of the tumultuous year of revolutions across Europe, with all the economic anxiety that followed.  He married, and within months he was doing his utmost to support his lively, fun-loving, sensitive wife as she found herself plunged into a sort of despair during her first pregnancy.  The following year, just as Alice was hit by the death of her beloved sister Jane, the Brinksway Mill collapsed and thirteen people died; John found himself giving evidence at the inquest in the presence of their grieving families.  In 1851, the year after his firm became Wren & Hopkinson with the retirement of Mr Bennett, they suffered a disastrous fire.  In 1852 his mother, who had been his constant advisor and friend, died.  By the end of 1854, when he had reached 30, he had four children and his old friend and father-figure the Revd James Griffin had retired to the South Coast because of his health.

It was in those years that John Hopkinson became the responsible, conscientious, frugal, hard-working, enterprising man and loving husband and father that his family and friends remembered.

We don't know how much money John Hopkinson made – perhaps his log-book would have told us – but Gerald Hurst, who did see the log-book, wrote in the Preface 

The social historian will note how comfortably a middle-class provincial family could live in the 'fifties' on an expenditure of £300 a year; the bread-winner's income was about £700 [1]

£700 a year was, I think, a nicely comfortable income for a rising professional man.  But John's income wasn't assured and he knew very well that he couldn't take anything for granted.  He was doubtful about being able to take a holiday when he wrote to Alice on 4 April 1849, 

Our Easter work is unusually heavy and success in our business depends so much on personal attention, especially at such times. [2]

John aged 43 or 44

The themes of pressure of work and the need for his personal attention were a constant in his working life – in 1865 he wrote to Alice from Belfast

All day here has been occupied with details of the new sheds we have already in hand, and also a great deal of gearing for another already built.  There is plenty of work to be done; but, to be really effective here, one needs to be almost always on the ground. [3]

In 1850 he wrote to his mother

I am head over ears in engagements just now.  Most heartily do I wish I could be freer from them and have more time for higher objects, but really it is necessary nowadays to work hard to keep pace with the times and I feel that, in my position especially, I must achieve standing room in the world for myself.  The probabilities now are that trade will gradually revive and be more steady than formerly.  Unfortunately the cotton speculation in Liverpool has spoiled the prospects of this year. [4]

At that point the firm was hopeful and they were planning new buildings.  He explained to his mother 

Having been for long sadly hampered by our works being divided and nothing of our own we have determined to build new ones on a modern scale where we can have all together – Foundry and everything on the same spot so that, when the gates are closed, all is locked up.  The site is at the bottom of the Temple Street, Chorlton-upon-Medlock. [5]

(Temple Street disappeared, I believe, in the 1960s.  The works were in Lower Temple Street, that is, somewhere in the area of the Renold Building and Pariser Buildings of the University)

The new buildings were just finished when, at about 9.30 on the morning of Sunday 26 October 1851, a fire was discovered burning furiously in the three-storey building used as Wren & Hopkinson's pattern room on Altrincham Street.  Three fire engines turned out and four jets of water were poured into the building from the high pressure mains.  The fire was put out but the pattern room was completely destroyed with its contents.  Bell's New Weekly Messenger of 2 November 1851 reported that these were 

valuable patterns of machinery, which had been accumulated during a business of thirty years.  The damage altogether will be from £3,000 to £4,000.  The owners are insured in the Atlas, Sun, and Legal and Commercial Offices, to the amount of £2,300.  The origin of the fire is not ascertained.  The workmen were on the premises until about midnight on Saturday finishing some work, but not in the pattern-rooms, and the porter left all right when he locked up after them.

It must have reminded Alice of the fire at Skipton when she was a little girl that had nearly brought her father to disaster.  It certainly struck John Dewhurst that way.  He wrote on 28 October with his own inimitable spelling and style

My dear Son in Law,

I am in receipt of a note from dear Alice this morning informing me of your serious loss sustained by fire in your Moddle shops etc … Your loss no doubt will be great but not so much as to take away the whole of your business, which was the case with me or thereabouts when my Mill was burnt down in 1831.  I have great reason to think that the Almighty God and our Saviour was at that time in a peculiar manner my daily support in raising me kind friends and also in directing my steps in all my proceedings afterwards [6]

He ended his letter

I am, my dear Son in Law, your well wishing and affectionate Father in Law 

John Dewhurst

Excuse all my little blunders being written under excitement

When John wrote to his mother about the "disaster on Sunday" he described to her how, the day after the fire, the firm had put out a circular to most of the customers to say there would be no interruption of business, and that several men in the same line had offered them help with tools and so forth.  The fire had made the national press, and he didn't want his mother unnecessarily alarmed, writing to her

In regard to the loss, the amount will exceed our insurances, perhaps considerably – yet not so much as we expected at first – and if we obtain the amount we claim, upwards of £2,200, it will enable us to do a great deal in the way of restoration [7]

But of course it would take a good while to recoup the losses, and the following year he wrote to his mother on 2 March 1852 that, while they were managing the ongoing strikes quite well and the Manchester employers were determined to resist any attempt by the government to reimpose the Corn Laws

We are still feeling the effects of the fire and shall do so for many months; but we continue to do our best to get out of the mire which clogs our efforts.  It has been necessary to put down some very costly machinery to expedite the restoration of the patterns, and we have had a great deal of trouble in trying to bring it to perfection, to which we approach step by step slowly. [8]

The year 1853 saw the business worries continue.  John was travelling around the Northern towns by rail, coach, gig and on foot and occasionally going to London to make useful contacts and in search of orders.  He went abroad for the first time in his life, going by sea to Copenhagen and on to Karlshamn in Sweden.

On 21 January 1853 he described his sea voyage to Alice

A Danish mariner spoke fractional English so I fraternized with him and also with the Danish Engineer on board who could speak no English; but I became very good friends with him by entering into the construction of his engines and describing other sorts in chalk upon the wall of his room [9]

Wren & Hopkinson were ready to take a firm line at the beginning of strikes, but John was very conscious of his responsibilities to his workmen.  He didn't want to lay men off (unpaid) unless he had to – writing to Alice ahead of joining her on holiday, he told her that 

I, and some of the young men, are staying late to arrange some matters so that the men may have some employment in my absence – for I cannot bear to think of sending men off work while I go on pleasure.  Last night I was successful in obtaining an order for the Gearing of a small mill in Sweden, £1,500, which must be done in excessive haste – and happily gives work of a kind to spread over [10]

John Hopkinson, as Gerald Hurst wrote in the Preface, "lived through several business crises.  The failure of one of his companies was disastrous." [11]

This was the Chatterley Iron Company.  Both John and his son young John were involved in this company which at first was very promising.  John had become chairman in 1874 and he put in a great deal of time and effort in improvements to their collieries and to providing access by private lines to their sale yards.  But in 1879, when the coal trade was very slow and the Midland & Northern Coal & Iron Trades Gazette of 13 August was reporting that the "Chatterley Iron Company are putting out their last furnace", John's daughters were faced with the real possibility they would have to earn their own livings.  And, before John became chairman, the company had incurred excessive royalty obligations.  These became a heavy burden.  The company faltered on but by the end of the 1880s it went into liquidation.  To make matters worse, young John and his wife Evelyn Oldenbourg had invested their savings of about £7,000 in it; they lost them.  

John was also very much aware that the family income depended on his efforts.  He had put all his inheritance into Wren & Bennett.  It's clear that during the thirty odd years of their partnership, he and Henry Wren did not always see eye to eye and, as the strains finally led up to its dissolution on 19 December 1881, Alice wrote

My notion is that he will follow out this plan as likely to be the most inconvenient to you and that his idea will be to buy in the concern for he will be well assured that he has the money advantage.  Somehow my faith in his nobility is so small that I should give him credit for wishing to make it as awkward as possible for you.  It is best that the upset should come now than later on in life, and your coolness will give you a great advantage [12]

Henry Wren had inherited his father's business, so it's hardly surprising that when he died in 1902 he left a gross estate of £315,276-0s-10d, while the value of John's estate was £45,100-9s.  

John certainly wanted to earn enough for his family, their needs, educations and futures – and he never neglected the Rusholme Road Chapel.  He wrote to Alice in January 1865 from Belfast

I wanted to give a help to the Sunday School Collection this time.  If I should not be home to Service on Sunday morning, will you see Mr Clayton and tell him how I am fixed here and ask him to add £25 which I will give him when I return. [13]

John was not interested in money for itself, nor particularly interested in honours and recognition.  His son Alfred wrote

It was characteristic of my father that he never grumbled at want of recognition or not gaining reward.  The work itself, something to be accomplished, was what he thought of, and if anyone was disposed to grumble at the way the world treated him, he would say:  "The world treats you as well as you can expect and probably rather better than you deserve."  [14]

The family lived, Alfred said, "very plainly"  

My father used to say that it was good to learn how many things there were people wanted which we would find we could do without. [15]

"See what you can do without" was one of John's favourite sayings.  Evelyn Oldenbourg, who married Alfred's brother John, wrote in her memoirs of how she met the Hopkinsons through their daughter Ellen when they were at school together, and how she loved to spend time with the family – though "their fine, almost austere, life sometimes almost frightened me." [16]

Alice sometimes felt rather conscious of the difference between her and her sister-in-law Alice Wills, whose husband was Henry Overton Wills, the third of his name in a Bristol tobacco dynasty – W.D. & H.O. Wills was the first British company to mass-produce cigarettes and it was to be one of the first in Britain to issue cigarette cards.  In early July 1863 she wrote to John, describing how Alice and Henry, with six children, two nurses, and their friends Mr and Mrs Duckham and their boy joined the family on holiday at Penmaenmawr

Their children are all so trim; I fancy they look at ours as if they were somewhat common.  For myself, I am struck with the look of earnestness and power about our own in comparison with most others and am well satisfied that their greater energy should defy the niceties of dress. [17]

It was an uncomfortable feeling and made her uneasy, as we can see from the letter she wrote to John on 30 October 1865.  She was staying with the Wills family in Bristol, and there were several young men of Henry's family about:

The young Wills's – Edward and William Henry – never know me, and Samuel very slightly acknowledges the acquaintance.  I suppose my externals are not imposing enough to claim their attention and possibly my own pride increases the distance.  This worship of externals!  How it prevails here!  Let us beware; it only needs to be fostered to make it flourish in ourselves.  I feel it is a plant indigenous in my own heart and only needs to be put into the hotbed of riches and worldly adulation to make it grow.  The Lord help me to watch and pray. [18]

But she never let the creeping feeling of inferiority interfere with her open hospitality in welcoming people to the family holiday and she was as careful with money as John.  From the 1864 holiday to Llanfairfechan, where she was in charge of a niece and nephew as well as her own children, she told John of a quiet conversation with young John

Then, as to taking conveyances, railway trips and the like, I told Johnnie privately I did not feel disposed to incur the extra expense, that I denied myself constantly, was happy in doing so and expected them to do the same. [19]

A major factor in the family's expenditure was, of course, the number of children.  There were an awful lot of mouths to feed.  No wonder Albert told his daughter Alice Bragg that "nothing less than a baron of beef" could feed the Hopkinson family [20].  When young John's five children spent Christmas 1883 with their grandparents they found a strange disconnection between the palatial Grove House and the household habits – Ellen Ewing remembered that it was "too grand, so they thought, for all the small economies that were enforced at table and elsewhere". [21]

On 29 September 1883, Alice wrote to John

In regard to our means, we have had a very varied experience.  It must be for some good end that we are tried in this particular.  I trust we shall not miss learning the lesson intended.  We must be slow scholars, needing recurring repetition … We have often said that our riches are in our children.  And, being in them so richly blessed, we must not expect uninterrupted prosperity in other matters.  Let us thank God for the higher gifts and seek to profit by the disappointments allotted to us in worldly things … I often think you are much nearer this mark than I.  There is less covetousness in you to struggle against. [22]

Notes 

[1] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910 (1948) ed. Mary Hopkinson and her niece Lady Ewing, with a Preface by Sir Gerald Hurst, K.C., p. IX

[2] ibid., p. 13

[3] ibid., p. 43

[4] ibid., p. 18

[5] ibid.

[6] ibid., p. 19

[7] ibid., p. 19

[8] ibid., p. 20

[9] ibid., p. 22

[10] ibid., p. 23

[11] ibid., p. X

[12] ibid., p. 79

[13] ibid., p. 43

[14] Sir Alfred Hopkinson, K.C., LL.D., Penultima (1930) pub. Martin Hopkinson Ltd, p. 229

[15] ibid., p. 228

[16] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910, p. 54

[17] ibid., p. 38

[18] ibid., p. 47

[19] ibid., p. 41

[20] Crystal Clear: The Autobiographies of Sir Lawrence and Lady Bragg, ed. A M Glazer and Patience Thomson (2015), pub. OUP

[21]  John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910, p. 84

[22] ibid., p. 83

42. A career ended by illness: Gertrude Hopkinson (1862-1895)

 

Gertrude (I think) aged about 5

Gertrude was the ninth child and fifth daughter, born on 9 May 1862.  We catch glimpses of her – as a poorly two year old, when her mother wrote from the holiday at Llanfairfechan that

Little Gertrude looks very languid, wants nursing altogether [1]

and as an 8 year old, being snubbed by her 10 year old sister – "Lily has a way of contradicting," wrote Esther Wells to Alice, "when Gerty says anything." [2]

In March 1877, after the death of little Harry, Gertrude received this sombre and unnerving reminder from her mother

Many solemn thoughts arise as we review the last sad weeks … Supposing the call had come to you, dear child, instead of to our precious little Harry, would it have found you ready?  Have you given your heart wholly to Jesus?  Have you sought and found forgiveness? [3]

Gertrude was fifteen at the time.  We don't know what she can have been doing to prompt this warning.  She seems to have been indefatigable in her voluntary work with the chapel later and her niece Lina wrote to Mary after Gertrude's death

Aunt Gertrude once told me that she did not need arguments to convince her of God's presence, He proved Himself to her [4]

In 1879 John's business hit problems and it looked as though his daughters would have to earn their own livings.  Mary wrote to her mother on 3 July 1879

With regard to Father's letter to Gertrude, she was distressed at first and disposed to take a gloomy view of the subject.  She would take no comfort for awhile.  Her first notion was this 'Mary will be wanted at home.  Lily will get married.  May is too young.  So I must be a charwoman, a dressmaker or a lady's companion.'  However, she did not long indulge in such melancholy reflections. [5]

But disaster was averted and Gertrude was still at home, helping her mother and active at the chapel when Alice wrote on 26 December the same year

We miss you all very much.  I miss the services of my loving little maid and well as herself [6]

At some point at the beginning of the 1880s Gertrude decided to train as a nurse in Liverpool.  Ellen Ewing does not specify where, but it can only have been at the Liverpool Training School and Home for Nurses [7] attached to the Royal Liverpool Infirmary, which had been established in 1862 by a wealthy Liverpool philanthropist and Florence Nightingale.  Nursing, it's clear from her parents' letters, was Gertrude's natural talent and we can see why it appealed so strongly to her from the introduction which Florence Nightingale wrote in 1865 for Organization of nursing: an account of the Liverpool Nurses' Training School [8]

Bust of Florence Nightingale,
given by her to Nurses' School

An Institution for training Nurses in connection with the Infirmary has been built and organized.  This is a matter of necessity, because all who wish to nurse efficiently must learn how to nurse in a Hospital.  Nursing, especially that most important of all its branches – nursing of the sick poor at home – is no amateur work.  To do it as it ought to be done requires knowledge, practice, self-abnegation, and, as is so well said here, direct obedience to, and activity under, the highest of all Masters, and from the highest of all motives.  It is an essential part of the daily service of the Christian Church

It was one of the first training schools in the country and was a highly respected institution – famous enough for the Oxford Times of 1 June 1889, when reporting the notorious Maybrick poisoning trial, to include it in the description of a nurse who was one of the witnesses ("Ellen Anne Gore, certificated nurse, of the Liverpool Nurses' Training School").

 

Gertrude must have impressed the Lady Superintendent in charge, because she was only in her very early twenties and in Organization of nursing it is stated that "the age considered desirable for Probationers is from 25 to 35".  Her application had to supply a certificate of age, as well as a certificate of health and testimonials of character.  She was accepted and started her training – but in the spring of 1884, aged 22, she fell ill with scarlet fever.  Her elder sister Mary went to Liverpool to look after her, writing to their mother 

I feel so glad it is an illness I have had myself because I know better how to do for her and minister to her comfort [9]

Gertrude never fully recovered from the illness, which ended all her hopes and plans for her career.  And to add to the distress, the scarlet fever exacerbated the deafness which she had inherited from her mother.  

The next year, in August 1885 when she was only 23, she saw a Manchester specialist, Dr Leopold Larmuth.  Alice wrote to John

He hurt her very much.  She would bear anything with the hope of improvement.  As soon as she felt a little rested she went off to Rusholme Road to help Lily and Mabel for their Boys' tea party.  Mary will go after dinner to help to entertain.  I expect they will all come home thoroughly tired tonight [10]

In 1887 she went to stay with her aunt Ellen Tubbs in Reading while she endured what Ellen Ewing describes as "a searching medical examination and severe treatment of her throat".  Her younger brother Albert, who was training as a doctor, was with her, and reported back to their mother on the treatment and Gertrude's fortitude during it all.  Alice wrote to her

Never trouble about expense.  Could money be better used?  And what good is money if not used? … But, my precious child, though you may be shut out from the work you have chosen and love so well, you will not be debarred from that which your Father has appointed and for which, no doubt, He is preparing you. [11]

The result was only temporary relief.  Shut out from nursing, she threw herself into charitable work.  She must have been visiting the poor and sick in their homes, judging by this comment by Alice in August 1887 

I do think she ought to give it up or else choose her own days for going; the damp affects her throat and increases the deafness, yet one shrinks from hindering any good work [12]

Gertrude did have a life beyond the chapel work and sick visiting.  We get a glimpse of it in the spring of 1886 when she went to London to visit her brother John and his wife Evelyn and their five children at their pleasant modern villa at 3 Holland Villas Road.  Alice visited some time soon afterwards.  We can see from her letter to Gertrude on 8 May 1886, reporting her opinions of the exhibition at the Royal Academy, that Gertrude had been to the Exhibition before her – 

I was amused to find our notions coincided.  My remark on 'The death of Cain' was 'That's horrid,' and I found you had written 'horrid' [13]

Death of Cain by G F Watts
Watts Gallery - Artists' Village

In early 1888 the Whitworth Institute wanted to begin work on turning Grove House into an exhibition hall – today it is the Whitworth Art Gallery.  The family decided to move out of Manchester to the Cheshire countryside to live in the prosperous village of Bowdon.  Linked to Manchester by the railway and a favourite choice of the merchant princes for its peace and healthy situation, it was described by Kelly's Directory of 1877 as "studded with handsome villas and mansions".  Their new home, a fine detached villa built some twenty years earlier, was 'Inglewood' on St Margaret's Road.

On 30 July 1890 Gertrude was one of the bridesmaids at her cousins' wedding in Skipton.  She was a cousin of both bride and groom – Hilda, daughter of Gertrude's uncle Bonny Dewhurst, was marrying Stanley Wills, son of Gertrude's aunt, her father's sister Alice.  

The wedding of a daughter of one of Skipton's major employers to a barrister from a wealthy family in the tobacco industry created quite a stir in the town.  The Burnley Express reported that it was "celebrated with much pomp and ceremony".  Spectators crowded to watch, there was a canvas awning the whole length of the chapel grounds, the chapel was beautifully decorated inside with "choice plants and flowers" and there was a full choral service.  The bride "wore a lovely dress and train of white brocaded silk, with petticoat of muslin chiffon, trimmed with Brussels lace and orange blossom, and wore a tulle veil."  Gertrude and the other three bridesmaids wore "dresses of white muslin, with Valenciennes lace, trimmed with pale green ribbon, and hats trimmed with posies of La France roses".  

The list of guests shows that John and Alice's family was represented by their son Albert and their daughter-in-law Evelyn.  It's a pity we don't know John and Alice's opinions on this grand wedding – I think they would certainly have preferred something much more simple and restrained – but any letters mentioning it had not survived to be quoted in Ellen Ewing's book.

At the end of 1892, John fell very ill and Gertrude came into her own as a devoted nurse.  They grew very close as she nursed him over the following two years and there are several very loving letters between them.  Gertrude wrote to her father 

The joy of nursing you will always be a bright gleam to lighten future years.  That to have the opportunity of showing that I love you was something for which to thank God with my whole heart [14]

And on 8 May 1895 he told her

Well dearest Gertrude, I wish you were by my side that I might tell you some of the things that are in my heart about you.  How much do I owe you; that is one of the things I could not tell – it is beyond computation or narration [15]

The next day was her 33rd birthday.  Soon afterwards she fell ill with influenza and died of acute pneumonia at 'Inglewood' on the morning of 16 May 1895.  Only a few minutes' walk away, her sister May's second child was born that evening – a little daughter they called Gertrude.

Ellen, Gertrude, Harry and baby William Henry lie in the family vault with their parents at Southern Cemetery, Manchester.  

Gertrude & Ellen's names on family grave
(courtesy of Bob the Greenacre Cat @ findagrave.com)

Next:  43. "See what you can do without": John Hopkinson & money

Notes 

[1] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910 (1948) ed. Mary Hopkinson and her niece Lady Ewing, with a Preface by Sir Gerald Hurst, K.C., p. 41

[2] ibid., p. 58

[3] ibid., p. 72

[4] ibid., p. 99

[5] ibid., p. 65

[6] ibid., p. 74

[7] Liverpool John Moore University blog

[8] which can be read online here Wellcome Collection

[9] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910, p. 86

[10] ibid., p. 89

[11] ibid., p. 93

[12] ibid., p. 93

[13] ibid., p. 92

[14] ibid., p. 98

[15] ibid.

41. The life that disappeared into drudgery: Ellen Hopkinson (1853-75)

As the 20th century drew on, the story of Ellen, the eldest daughter, began to seem ever sadder and more pointless.  The younger generations looked with dismay and disapproval on parents whose daughters' lives disappeared into household drudgery.  Ellen Ewing, endeavouring to put the story in its own historical and religious context, wrote [1] 

Ellen c1867-8

Judged by common standards her pleasures had been few … Judged by higher standards, however, her life, all too short as it undoubtedly was, was supremely happy and supremely successful.  For her ardently affectionate and unselfish nature found ennobling and satisfying outlets in the love of her parents and of her sisters and brothers … Her life cannot be said to have been sad.  Who, then, shall say it was wasted?

Like little Alice, Ellen seems to have been delicate from the beginning.  She was born on 7 October 1853, the third child and first daughter.  Alice wrote to a friend on 11 March 1861

Ellen, a little over seven, is an interesting child, both in appearance and character.  She is a very thoughtful, very sensible, dear child.  She loves the name of Jesus, she has such sweet thoughts I often learn from her.  Oh pray that these sweet blossomings may be the precursors of fruit to be hereafter borne to the praise and glory of God [2]

Ellen's competence, sense of responsibility and love of her mother meant that she took on her mother's duties when very young.  She was not yet eleven when John wrote 

Poor Nellie cried in bed last night under the sense of responsibility and want of Mama's counsel and help [3]

She was nearly 13 when Alice wrote to John on 9 July 1866 that she 

had to devolve nearly all my maternal duties on dear Nelly … Nelly is invaluable to me and I do not think she feels it any hardship to minister to me. [4]

She was only to ready to please her mother and look after her.  She was fifteen when John wrote 

Our young ones all seem full of love for Nellie.  She makes a very good 'Missus' and it is good practice for her to have some domestic responsibilities thrown upon her, only she should not have too much writing and study at the same time. [5]

Young John's future wife Evelyn Oldenbourg met Ellen for the first time at their school, Ellerslie Ladies' College on Upper Park Road in the select gated community of Victoria Park.  She described in her memoirs how a plain, unhealthy-looking girl asked her, with spontaneous friendliness of indescribable charm, for the loan of a pencil.  Ellen became her chief friend and they had a great influence on each other.  To Evelyn, Ellen "was a noble simple Soul"[6].  She was two years younger than Evelyn, and was very grateful for Evelyn's help with schoolwork, which she found difficult – "Evelyn, you are an angel, barring the petticoats" she exclaimed.  Ellen might have felt a little out of her depth at Ellerslie, which was a seriously academic school, one of the new endowed schools for girls modelled on boys' grammar schools. 

By this time Ellen's letters show her adoration of her mother.  She wrote on 23 February 1870, when she was sixteen

My own beloved Mother,

Why did you spoil your sweet, precious letter by that horrid sentence?  As if you weren't the cleverest, sweetest, most perfect woman that ever walked the earth!" [7]

There is what can only be described as a blindness on Alice's part to see the effect on Ellen of the responsibilities that she piled on this devoted child, possibly because she felt overwhelmed and Ellen's willing help was so badly needed.  Perhaps she had no idea what it might it feel like to be Ellen, being a younger daughter herself.

In April 1870 Ellen had been visiting her new friend Esther Wells, who had come to the family as a governess five years earlier, and when she came back home to Manchester her mother went off on a visit to Oxford, Cambridge and Nottingham.  (Ellen Ewing does not tell us why or for how long).

Ellen wrote to Alice with meticulous reports until she fell ill.  Alice wrote to John

When I read your letter I wished I was coming home … It seems as if I ought to be at my post … I know you will be Mother as well as Father when you are at home:  but you have to be away so much.  I fancy Lily attending lovingly to her 'Mother-Sister' 

And then

I longed for, yet half dreaded, your letter this morning.  It is such a relief to hear that dear Ellen is better.  I do hope the improvement will continue.  She is a fine girl.  She will be a finer woman.  She is one of the granite character; the waves of life will beautify as well as strengthen.  And then the polishing hand of the great Master Builder will tell in its every stroke upon her. [8]

John was clearly not quite happy about Ellen.  In his letter to Alice, reporting on the family and on Ellen's recovery, he wrote

Baby is tolerably bright and happy.  Nelly is most devoted to him and the stockings … I would have her out at Belmont nolens volens [ie. whether she liked it or not] yesterday and I think it did her good; she is over young to get mopish and stockingly [9]

He had taken Ellen from mending the stockings and made her go to Belmont where Alice's sister Ellen Milne and her family lived in the Cheshire countryside at Cheadle, and he added – surely by way of a hint to his wife – a story about a girl of the same age who had become a household drudge.

Ellen with Harry, taken in Southport 1868 or 1869

But between Alice's great readiness to leave Ellen in charge, and Ellen's willingness to take it on, it is no surprise to find Ellen writing, soon afterwards, on 26 May 1870

I know it is very wrong, but I feel as if I could not order another dinner; I do detest it … I have just been seeing the little ones to bed … 

I am a great deal better tonight except my back aches badly for I have been sewing as hard as I could all day.  You know it is Thursday of washing week and things seem to want more mending than usual. [10]

She is clearly trying to tell Alice that the task is too great.  Alice doesn't seem to respond.  

So it is again no surprise to find that in early 1871 Ellen, at the age of 17, is in charge of the younger children (we don't know how many) in Stockport.  Three year old Harry, always delicate, often had attacks of pain and Ellen had looked after him devotedly since he was born.  Ellen wrote to her mother and again we can't help but notice that she is, to all intents and purposes, calling for help and relief

I felt very nervous about Baby because, when we were coming back from our walk, he began crying so with pain in his stomach.  I wrapt him your waterproof and went home as fast as we could; but he quite screamed with pain.  As soon as we got in I put his feet in as hot water as he could bear and it seemed to give him instant relief for he stopped crying at once and seemed to enjoy it so.  I then got him to drink some hot milk and, when he was warm, put him to bed where he slept for an hour and woke quite well and bright.  I should not have told you only I want to know if I did the best thing for him, and you know I should let you know if he should not be so well …. You must not be anxious about Baby; I will take the greatest care of him … Excuse this wretched writing; my arm still trembles with carrying Baby  [11]

The rest of the family knew that this bond of work and dependency between Alice and Ellen was bad for Ellen.  We don't know if anything was ever said, or could be said, but they never forgot Ellen's unremitting work for them all.

In 1873 John and Alice celebrated their Silver Wedding.  Evelyn Oldenbourg remembered John's speech – he said of Ellen, "We simply cannot do without her." [12]

 

In 1874 the family moved from 12 York Place to rent Grove House from the Whitworth Institute.  It was a much larger house, built in about 1830, and had a fine garden and a paddock in which they could keep a cow.  Evelyn remembered how tired Ellen was after the move – "almost too tired," wrote Ellen Ewing, "to rejoice in the additional cupboard space in the new home which should have gratified her highly developed sense of order."  [13]  Never robust or healthy, the poor girl was worn out.

On 20 September 1875 (Ellen Ewing's date of 1874 is not correct) Ellen fell ill with scarlet fever.  She died six days later on 26 September, ten days before her 22nd birthday.  

Mary, who had helped to nurse her, fell very ill.  But she survived and lived to a great and active old age.

Next:  42. A career ended by illness: Gertrude Hopkinson (1862-1895)

Notes

[1] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910 (1948) ed. Mary Hopkinson and her niece Lady Ewing, with a Preface by Sir Gerald Hurst, K.C., p. 66

[2] ibid., p. 33

[3] ibid., p. 40

[4] ibid., p. 48

[5] ibid., p. 52

[6] ibid., p. 53

[7] ibid., p. 57

[8] ibid., p. 59

[9] ibid., p. 59

[10] ibid., p59-60

[11] ibid., p. 60

[12] ibid., p. 66

[13] ibid., p. 66

40. "Filled with longing for her baby": the babies who died

 Alice (1856-1858)

Alice was their fifth child and second daughter.  She was born on 27 April 1856 and was always rather delicate.  On 16 July 1856, when she was nearly three months old, her mother wrote 

Baby Alice looks so sweet so gentle and lamblike; it makes my heart ache to see her so pallid and thin [1]

She never grew strong – a friend writing to Alice in early 1858 asked after the "fair, pale Alice" – and on 8 May 1858, soon after her second birthday, she died of hydrocephalus, a build up of fluid in the brain.  John, who was with his little daughter at the end, wrote to his sister Ellen Tubbs

Our sweet lamb is safely gathered to the fold of the Good Shepherd – within His arms she rests forever … Dearest Alice was spared the last sight, and now all that remains of our sweet one is so beautiful in death that we can hardly cease to gaze and feel that indeed that there must be some connecting link between earth and heaven.  We shall have treasure now in heaven. [2]

The boys and Ellen were old enough – young John was nearly 9, Alfred nearly 7, Ellen 4½ and Charles 3½ – to feel the loss of their little sister.  Alice's grief never left her.  She wrote on 8 July 1859 as she was resting and recovering from the birth of Edward on 28 May,

Now that I am so much alone I seem to have my darling Ally in constant remembrance.  Those lustrous loving eyes are ever before me [3]

And Ellen Ewing described Alice many years later when she "spoke of the death of her little daughter, her voice still shaken with grief and her beautiful eyes still filled with longing for her baby". [4]

William Henry (1866)

No letters survive to tell us of the birth and death of little William Henry on 30 September 1866.  He died five minutes after he was born.  The doctor certified that the death was from Debility – he was too weak to survive.  His father was there at his death and registered the death and the birth at the same time.

Harry (1868-77)

Harry in 1870 with Lily,
Albert, Gertrude & May

Harry was the youngest of the family, born on 23 February 1868.  He was always delicate and was very much treasured by his older sisters.  His eldest sister Ellen was nearly fifteen when he was born and was already her mother's right hand at childcare and housework.  She cared for him devotedly until her untimely death of scarlet fever in 1875.  Her younger sister Mary felt that Harry was "a precious charge bequeathed to me by my beloved sister."  She had begun teaching him his first lessons when he was five and she was 16 – fitting it in with her schoolwork, it seems.  She and Ellen loved him like mothers; as she said nearly 80 years later

I loved him with a love beyond words [5]

Soon after his death she wrote an account of his short life, remembering

Reading was a task for him for, with his active nature, he found it wearisome to sit still.  History and geography, however, always went pleasantly and he more and more exhibited great intelligence.  The freshness and originality of his mind showed itself most of all, I think, in the remarks he made and the thoughtful questions he asked during the Scripture reading … We always read to him the simple Bible – he loved it almost from babyhood and greatly preferred it to any of the forms in which it is put for children. [6]

At New Year 1876 Mary took him along to begin at Miss Jackson's school.  He was there for two terms, leaving in the Michaelmas of 1876, and Mary taught him for a few weeks until the end of November when he started going with his big brother Albert to Mr Jones' school.  Each day Mary looked forward to him coming back from school, and she helped him with his lessons in the evenings.  She was sure he would have a bright future and was very ambitious for him.  

But in January 1877 14 year old Albert began to feel ill.  The next day the doctor diagnosed scarlet fever.  This was a fearsome scourge in the middle of the 19th century, causing an enormous number of deaths.  In the 1880s it was recognised to be a bacterial infection; effective treatment came at last with penicillin after the Second World War.

 

Mary went to the school to fetch Harry home and she spent the next ten days looking after him.  They were both kept rigorously out of Albert's sickroom and at nights Harry slept with his father.  When John was away, Charley – by then a 23 year old engineer – slept with his little brother.  The next morning, just as they must have been hoping he had escaped infection, Harry had a sore throat, then violent sickness.  John and Alice nursed him devotedly, coaxing him to take some food in spite of the painful soreness of his mouth and throat and mouth.  On Saturday 17 February they thought he had turned the corner and Alice wrote to Ellen Tubbs

My dearly loved Sister

I know you are rejoicing in our joy that our darling Harry is given back to us.  We have been passing through deep waters during this month – days and nights of interest and anxiety.  But God has not forgotten us; there has been daily strength for daily need.  Truly the Lord does give strength to His people [7]

But on the Monday he was suddenly worse.  Mary wrote in her record of Harry that  "acute rheumatism" set in – this would be rheumatic fever, which is one of the complications of scarlet fever.  He died peacefully at about half past nine at night on Wednesday 21 February 1877, two days before his ninth birthday.

Names of Harry, Alice & William Henry on family grave in Southern Cemetery, Manchester
(courtesy of Bob the Greenacre Cat at findagrave.com)

Two of John and Alice's daughters died before they were 35.

(The poor quality of the photograph is because my only source is the photograph in John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910)

Next:  41. The life that disappeared into drudgery: Ellen Hopkinson (1853-75)

Notes

[1] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910 (1948) ed. Mary Hopkinson and her niece Lady Ewing, with a Preface by Sir Gerald Hurst, K.C., p. 26

[2] ibid., p. 29

[3] ibid., p. 30

[4] ibid., p. 29

[5] ibid., p. 70

[6] ibid., p. 70

[7] ibid., p. 69

39. "My deafness! My deafness!"

Alice had to bear another loss, slow but inexorable, as growing deafness gradually afflicted her and increasingly cut her off from the helpful distractions of the outside world.

It is first mentioned by Alice in July 1866 in a letter from the summer holiday in North Wales.  She was 41 years old, was expecting her twelfth baby and was unwell, and, she said

my increasing deafness gives me a nervous feeling [1]

By 1870 it was worse.  She was consoling herself then with the thought 

I thank God I can see.  It is better to be deaf than blind … I must seek for more complete submission in this trial; it is only a small light cross after all [2]

By 1878, when she was approaching her mid-fifties, it was a real trial.  She wrote on 3 March 1878

My deafness! My deafness! How it interferes with pleasant communion and makes one dull and uninteresting [3]

She had some consolation – she was not cut off from her religion.  They lived very close to the Union Chapel, which Ellen and Mary had joined in 1873, and where the minister was the celebrated Dr Alexander Maclaren.  He was two years younger than Alice and John, and famous as an expository preacher – that is, he explained in detail the meaning of Scriptural texts.  A commanding figure in the pulpit, he had a clear, carrying voice which Alice could hear long after deafness cut her off from so much.  Listening to his sermons would be like listening to an excellent lecture.

Silver-plated ear trumpet c1801-1900
Science Museum Group

It seems likely that she consulted more than one doctor, but in 1881 she took advice from 46 year old Dr George Constantine Phipps who lived with his wife and four young children not far from the Hopkinsons.  Dr Phipps' advice was rather consoling, as Alice wrote on 22 April 1881

Dr Phipps called this morning and had a long chat with Mary – a good deal about my deafness.  He does not care for ear doctors and advised me to do the best I could with such mechanical aids as are available.  We liked his sensible talk.  It was rather comforting because he feels pretty certain I shall never be quite deaf.  Doctors disagree … He told Mary I should probably outlive many strong people for I was very wiry, something like his own Mother, who had never been robust, but now at 75, could walk five miles [4]

She didn't follow Dr Phipps' opinion of ear doctors when deafness began to be a real problem for her daughter Gertrude a few years later, and Gertrude visited more than one specialist.  The fact that the deafness was proving hereditary was particularly distressing – Alice wrote at about this time

It would seem to me that, if my children might be exempted from the trial, I would willingly bear an aggravation of my own affliction [5]

The isolation of deafness was a hard burden to bear.  She wrote to John in October 1881 from the house of young John and Evelyn and their family in London

I went to Chapel this morning with Evelyn, Eva and Alice.  I could not hear a word and, in my mood of mind, the isolation was too much for me; I had to come out.  [6]

Alice's own account on 9 May 1886 of how her deafness afflicted her spirits describes her sad position best

I was not very bright last night.  These waves of distress will come at times.  Shut in my own thoughts, if sad ones come to me, the clouds seem to darken and shut out the bright light.  I believe it is a temptation which, if not resisted, gets a firm hold of my spirit and destroys my peace of mind.  This special trial of deafness doubtless has a teaching; it touches me at many points.  I do want to learn my lessons; but am very slow.  [7]

The physical and emotional burden of pregnancies – the hormonal turmoil – the likely anaemia – the exhaustion of grief – the weariness that would come from managing servants and running a household – the feelings of failure when she had been irritable with the children – the strain from feeling responsible for so much – Alice bore all these.  And they were combined with a religion which was more of a challenge and a spur than a consolation, especially after the Revd James Griffin left Manchester in 1854 because of his health.

Who can say how these played into the times when Alice slipped into excessive housework?  Was she too tired to stop herself?  Had she fallen early in her married life into a habit that she simply couldn't kick?  This is such a sad and dispiriting picture.

On the other hand and to put it into perspective, we have to remember that all Alice's confidences to John, and all the times she let off steam about how she felt and how she was coping, took place in the privacy of their letters.  It is as though we are overhearing them as they carry on telling each other their secret thoughts while they are apart.  The letters are like a mutual secret diary – and we have no idea what the lost letters would have told us.  Nor do we have any idea what outsiders thought.  Alice's brother-in-law Benjamin Harrison, the widower of her sister Jane, gives us quite a different picture of Alice in a letter of 1861

Were I placed as you are just now with six children in the whooping cough, I should either end or mend I think and yet I can fancy you with your never ceasing smile, even happy as a queen in the midst of it all. [8]

Next: 40. "Filled with longing for her baby": the babies who died 

Notes

[1] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910 (1948) ed. Mary Hopkinson and her niece Lady Ewing, with a Preface by Sir Gerald Hurst, K.C., p. 48

[2] ibid., p. 75

[3] ibid., p. 75

[4] ibid., p. 75

[5] ibid., p. 76

[6] ibid., p. 78

[7] ibid., p. 92

[8] ibid., p. 32

38. "Our dear boy has just gone to heaven": Death and Grief

Alice and John lived in a vast family network, held closely together by the constant letters passing between the women, by the joint holidays, the times they looked after each others' children and the visits paid to each others' houses.  There must always have been somebody to worry about.  

In the 1840s, when young John was born, Alice's sisters and sisters-in-law produced 14 babies between them.  In the 1850s, when Alice had six babies, there were 22 born across the Hopkinson and Dewhurst families.  In the 1860s, when Alice had another six babies, the other mothers added another 15.  In the 1870s, grandchildren began to be born to Alice and John, while her brother Tom Dewhurst and his wife Maria added another five to their large family.  The children lived in a sea of cousins.

And with the births, came the illnesses and the deaths.  Alice lost three children in infancy, one daughter at the age of 21 and another at the age of 33.  She and John were in their seventies when their son John and three of his children died in a climbing accident in the Alps.  Her brother Bonny Dewhurst and his wife lost a 7 month old baby and a boy of 13.  Three of Alice's sisters-in-law lost children.  Her sister-in-law Ellen Tubbs lost three children in early infancy, and a son and a daughter died in their early twenties of cholera in India.  Two of Elizabeth Rooker's four daughters died in infancy.

The first dreadful loss was Alice's beloved sister Jane.  In 1850, two years after the death of her schoolfriend Mary Harrison in Penrith, and a couple of days before little John's first birthday, Alice heard from Jane, who lived with her husband Benjamin Harrison in Bradford at 5 Hustler Terrace, Barkerend.  This row of houses for the comfortably-off middle classes had been built only a few years earlier on a plot that had belonged to the Bradford Union Workhouse.  (It is gone now – Barkerend was the name of the Leeds Old Road, now the A658, and Hustler Terrace stood between the junctions with Otley road and Heap Lane).  

O.S. 1850 Hustler Terrace, Bradford (National Library of Scotland)

Jane's husband Benjamin was himself from Skipton, one of the twin sons of a remarkable man who had begun work as a little child at the spinning wheel and had become a lay preacher and key figure in the Zion Chapel at Skipton.  Jane and Benjamin had two children – 4 year old Alfred and 1 year old John Frederick.

Little Alfred Harrison had fallen ill with dysentery – the "bloody flux", which we now define as gastroenteritis with bloody diarrhoea.  In those days adult patients were treated with blood-letting, warm baths, laxatives, enemas and Dover's Powder, which was a patent medicine made of opium, ipecacuanha and potassium sulphate, generally used to dull pain and induce sweating.  How much of these remedies little Alfred had to endure we do not know.  On the fourth day of his illness he fell into convulsions which lasted for 24 hours.  He died on 30 July 1850.  Alice will have been following the news with great anxiety and Benjamin wrote to her at once with this briefest of notes [1]

Dr Alice,

Our dear boy has just gone to heaven, Jane is better than could be expected.

Yrs affly

B. Harrison  

This was the very day that John had heard of the collapse of the Brinksway Mill and had taken the first train to Stockport where they were digging for the missing workpeople.  

Alfred was buried on 3 August 1850 at the Zion Chapel in Skipton, where his grandfather Harrison had once been sexton.  Two days later Jane fell ill with dysentery and Alice went to Bradford.  But Jane died a week later on 13 August with Alice at her side, and it was Alice who registered the death.  Jane was buried alongside her little son.

Jane was 33 years old.  She had been a comfort and advisor to the more volatile Alice all her life and Alice's sense of loss at Jane's death was still vivid fifty years later whenever she talked of her sister.  She loved to remember the doctor's description of Jane: "Your sister was the most unselfish person I ever knew". [2]

This memory, from such a traumatic and anxious time, can only have been an extra inspiration to Alice to follow a path of self-denial, a path which lay at the basis of her Puritan faith.  She wrote to John in 1874 about their new daughter-in-law Evelyn

I must give Evelyn some motherly advice, whether it pleases or not.  The more I see of life, the more I am convinced that, to a girl, the habit of self-denial is the most important accomplishment she can acquire, one absolutely needed for the discharge of her duty as a mother [3]

Did Alice tell herself that the excessive housework, which looked so worryingly unnecessary to her family, was simply putting their needs first?  The compulsion to create cleanliness and order would not be helped by the frightening disorder and uncertainty of the world around her.  

The fact that it was John, on whom she relied so much, who was the next to suffer the shock of a sudden bereavement, will have been very hard on them both.  John's mother Alice had stayed with them in Manchester for the first year of their married life and been with Alice at the birth of her first baby.  She wasn't in the best of health and was suffering from heart disease.  

In September 1849, when little John was about two months old, John took his mother by the night train to join her daughters in the much milder, but rather damper climate of Plymouth.  They must all have hoped that retirement to a new and softer climate would do her good.  He wrote to Alice on their arrival

By the preserving mercy of our Heavenly Father we reached this in safety – my dear Mother got through on the whole tolerably; but many times indeed was I glad that I could bear her company. [4]

On 12 September 1849 John looked over a house that he thought might suit her, and the next day they saw the landlord together.  Perhaps this was 10 Alfred Street near the Hoe, where she was living on census night 30 March 1851.  It was quite a new house, one of a planned terrace built in about 1830 – Plymouth was at the forefront of town planning at this time – and it was conveniently close to her daughters, Elizabeth Rooker at 1 Sussex Terrace and Mary Tubbs at 4 Athenaeum Terrace.  (10 Alfred Street survived the Plymouth Blitz in the Second World War; Elizabeth's and Mary's houses did not).  

John stayed in Plymouth for a few extra days as he wasn't well, and then he left his mother and sister Alice in their new home and went back to 1 York Place.  About a fortnight later, he and his Alice and baby John moved to 41 Rumford Street, a rather cheaper house and much nearer the Rusholme Road Chapel and John's works.  

        

Bath chair, Roman Baths Museum by Rwendland

John had always been very close to his mother.  She was deeply interested in his life, he valued her advice extremely and he wrote to her in great detail about all his concerns in business and at the chapel.  His love and gratitude for her was evident.  By the spring of 1850 she was using a bath chair to go out, and John wrote to her in March

I hope you will continue, dear Mother, to go out in your chair so long as the weather will permit … You did not have so many holidays when you were young as most others have, so it is only fitting that you should take the more and enjoy them in your leisure now that you are old [5]

But she did not have long to enjoy her leisure.  In early April 1852 she had begun to suffer from oedema, a build up of fluid.  The congestion grew worse and she died at 10 o'clock in the morning of 14 May 1852 at home at 10 Alfred Street with Alice beside her.  She was 65 years old.  John had set off for Plymouth but did not get there in time.

His mother was buried five days later in her son-in-law Alfred Rooker's vault in the new cemetery at Plymouth.  It was a very sad blow for her children.  Three months later John's sister Mary Tubbs wrote to Alice in Manchester

I have felt for some time that my beloved parent would not continue long with us and, for her sake, I do indeed rejoice to know that her weariness and suffering are exchanged for perfect rest.  That she is with her Saviour in whose presence is fulness of joy is untold consolation.  And yet, dear Alice, I cannot tell you how I daily miss her even now and it seems to me that I can never feel so thoroughly at home here as before my dear Mother's death.  Her love did indeed sweeten our lot.  Dearly as I loved her I knew not fully what she was to us until we lost her. [6]        

The Hopkinson and Dewhurst families between them suffered twenty deaths in the 1850s and 1860s, ten deaths in each decade.  It was during these years, when there must have been so many letters of condolence to write and receive, that the family began to be worried about Alice's over-zealous cleaning.  And two of the deaths were of her own children.  In the 1870s she and John lost their daughter Ellen at the age of 21 and two years later 9 year old Harry, the pet of the family, both of scarlet fever.      

Next:  39. "My deafness! My deafness!"

Notes

[1] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910 (1948) ed. Mary Hopkinson and her niece Lady Ewing, with a Preface by Sir Gerald Hurst, K.C., p. 15

[2] ibid., p. XXV

[3] ibid., p. 63

[4] ibid., p. 8

[5] ibid., p. 18

[6] ibid., p. XXX

37. "The weight of responsibility as a Mother": educating little children

We know that the older children helped by teaching the little ones.  Alfred wrote in 1930

Being the eldest but one of a large family I watched, and sometimes could be of some help in, the education of the younger children, as my elder brother in a better and more effective way helped me [1]

In the same way, Mary taught her little brother Harry.  But we also know of occasions when Alice took on paid help with teaching the little ones.  There is a glimpse of a governess or nursery governess in June 1857.  John wrote from Manchester to Alice in Skipton about the children, saying that he thought 

How these dear ones do repay a little devotion to them and thought of them.  Miss K. has not got hold of them by the right end. [2]

He may possibly mean Miss Neild (thinking the K was silent as in knee) who is mentioned in 1858, 1862 and 1863.  John describes her as "Mother's Help" in his notes on the family holiday of August 1862.  It seems likely that Miss Neild was someone that Alice called upon when extra help was needed.  She may well be the Miss Maria Neild listed in the 1861 census 35 miles from Manchester at Vine Grove, Birkdale on the Lancashire coast.  This Miss Neild was born in Manchester in about 1810 and describes herself as "formerly a governess".

In February 1858 Alice was in Skipton.  She wrote to John on 6 February saying

I heard from Miss Neild this morning.  One piece of information distressed me sadly; she says Johnnie is not kind to Alfred and Nellie.  If I have time I will write Johnnie a line this evening. 

This news had shaken Alice considerably.  She continued

Dearest I do increasingly feel the weight of responsibility as a Mother.  When I see these fruits, natural products of the unregenerate heart, I tremble and look forward with deep anxiety for the future [3]

It's possible that Miss Neild remembered Alice's distressed reaction of 1858 when she wrote to her with news of the children five years later.  She certainly knew what pride Alice took in the way her children treated each other.  Alice left Miss Neild in charge in February 1863.  She may have gone away for a rest, possibly feeling particularly nervous and strained as she was actually in the early weeks of expecting Albert, her tenth.  On 7 February Miss Neild wrote to her brightly

My dear friend,

I know you will like a line on Sunday morning to say how your precious children are.  All good!  There!  What more shall I say? 

She gave a minute account of each child (not included in the edited letters) with the reassuring words

It is very pleasant to see in all the great love they have for each other. [4]

In May 1865 Alice realised that she needed more regular help with the children's early education.  She and John began to search carefully for a governess with the right principles and Nonconformist background who could take Alice's place in the nursery.  They were very taken with the letter of application received from the 19 year old Esther Wells of Nottingham and the explanatory letter sent by her elder sister Miss Anne Eliza Wells. [5]  They decided to give Esther a trial and she arrived in Manchester at Midsummer.  

Esther Wells c1875

She was not of the servant class and there was no question that she would be paid £12 a year.  John wrote to Alice on 21 May 1865

I care little about the amount provided you really have the help in this respect that you need.  Suppose that you begin with £25 raising it as may be proper hereafter.  I do trust that this young lady may be one after your own heart and that she may be a great comfort and help to you  [6]

How long Esther actually worked for them as a governess is not clear.  It seems from the extracts from letters written by Ellen and Esther in February 1870 that Esther was still employed, but that she was also a great friend of Ellen, who went to stay with her in Nottingham a couple of months later.  And in 1873 she married Ellen's brother Alfred.

Besides the servants, nurses, mother's help and governess, Alice also had a great deal of help from John.  He was always a practical help.  On 23 February 1857 he wrote

Have rectified the smoking nursery completely and improved front parlour at the same time [7].  

He was efficient at shopping for her.  When she was away in Skipton in January 1858 leaving Miss Neild in charge, she wrote to John with a list of commissions, of which these are quoted

If you are in Market St will you buy two yards of plaided material at Jenkinson's for a dress for Alfred … I brought a dress of mine but find it will cut more advantageously for the girls.  Father would be glad if you would bring two pairs of nice soles about 2½ lbs or 3 lbs each pair.  Also a good fresh lobster if the price is not too extravagant … When you come will you bring a good clean chemise for me; there is one in the dining room ottoman [8]

He was a very engaged father.  He was, wrote his grandson Bertram, "a teacher of exceptional ability" and a man who, "more than most fathers, made companions of his children" [9].  He always seems to have had time for children.

By the end of the 1870s, Alice was in her fifties.  After thirteen pregnancies and the death of little Harry, the serious breakdown in her health had left her very reduced.  Ellen, who had been the willing slave to domestic duties, had died in 1875 and 18 year old Mary had taken over Ellen's duties.  Work in the home was nothing new for her – she had always had to fit it in with her schoolwork – but luckily she was physically and mentally much stronger than Ellen.  

By the end of the decade it seems that Mary had taken on even more work.  Ellen Ewing tells us that letters from 1878 and 1879 refer to Mary "ordering the meals, attending to the laundry, dealing with her Mother's correspondence, interviewing her younger sisters' teachers and visiting the sick poor".[10]  Was this mostly when Alice was away from home?  What did Alice do for herself?  We don't know.  This was the beginning of Mary's lifetime devotion of her talents to the support of her mother.  Highly efficient and intellectual, Mary had a natural authority.  Her friends later used to say she would have made a fine headmistress.

"Learning and teaching are her great pleasures" as her Mother wrote.  And again "She is more fitted to rule than obey." [11]

But her mother became her "precious charge" and she took on the burden of the spring cleaning and household management.

Next:  38. "Our dear boy has just gone to heaven": Death and Grief

Notes

[1] Sir Alfred Hopkinson, K.C., LL.D., Penultima (1930) pub. Martin Hopkinson Ltd, p. 221

[2] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910 (1948) ed. Mary Hopkinson and her niece Lady Ewing, with a Preface by Sir Gerald Hurst, K.C., p. 27

[3] ibid., p. 29

[4] ibid., p. 37

[5] ibid., p. 45

[6] ibid., p. 46

[7] ibid., p. 27

[8] ibid., p. 29

[9] Original Papers by the late John Hopkinson, D.Sc., F.R.S. edited with a Memoir by B. Hopkinson, B.Sc (1901), Vol 1, pub. CUP, (available online at archive.org), p. xiii

[10] John and Alice Hopkinson 1824-1910, p. 74

[11]  ibid.