Headborough, Constable, six children, the eldest
already nearly 13, an adequate supply of pupils for his school – 1820 began
hopefully for Richard and Mary. Then Fate – or God or smallpox or blind chance
or whatever it is that determines the end of a human life – played a cruel trick on Richard.
After Jemima’s birth he had begun a picture of his
family symbolised as a tree growing out of the seed of the parents, with each
branch symbolising one of their children. This picture, which has now passed to
his great-great-grandchildren, was clearly conceived as an artistic whole, as a
mature fully grown tree with now room for further branches, which suggests that
after Jemima, Richard and Mary did not expect to have any more children. Mary,
now 39 years old, had already borne ten. Enough was enough. |
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