About the second, happy and supportive, marriage, little more need be done than to point to the testimony of the Recollections. But it is something of an irony that William Somerville’s supportive behaviour towards his talented wife goes along with what we might now feel was an inadequately professional attitude towards his own work. His post at the Chelsea Hospital seems to have been close to a sinecure and certainly permitted a great deal of time off before his final decision to give up the position for health reasons. But, after all, this went largely unremarked at the time. And William Somerville seems to have been a remarkable man in his way. To have moved with ease and without apology through some of the highest intellectual society of Europe, always allowing the superior abilities of his wife without losing anything of his own dignity, must have required a firm sense of self which, nevertheless, seems to have been in no danger of becoming complacent. The story of his good-humoured negotiation of the problems of an over-holy Sunday (p. 178) are characteristic of a personality strong enough to be quietly assertive without giving the outward appearance of being so.
FRIEND
One of the most attractive aspects of the Personal Recollections is its revelation of important friendships. The friendship with Sir John Herschel is, of course, the one that most links the various Mary Somervilles that we have encountered: he is her scientific adviser, but he also writes to her as a father and husband, because she is so clearly herself mother and wife as well as intellectual woman. Female friendships too were of great importance to Mary Somerville, notably those with Maria Edgeworth, Joanna Baillie and, latterly, Frances Power Cobbe. We are grateful that Martha decided to include letters from Maria Edgeworth and Joanna Baillie; the latter, in particular, greatly assist the formation of a whole picture of Mary Somerville. Like Mary Somerville herself, Joanna Baillie was capable of sharp remarks despite also being little and shy.
Among lesser acquaintance, occasionally one feels rather bombarded by noble names. Yet one feels this as an effect of innocence, of a kind of naivety perhaps, and in a moment I want to suggest that this naivety is a positive quality. Nor again is any real distinction made between the high and the low – both are usually part of the everyday. One of the problems for an editor is that it is tempting to spend a disproportionate amount of time trying to find out who everyone mentioned is. Do we need to know that the Somervilles’ medical adviser was Professor Zanetti? And do we need to know if he was ‘someone’? Well, Mary Somerville seems to feel that to mention her medical adviser without mentioning his name would be discourteous. She tries to show proper courtesy to everyone who crosses her path, servant or prince.
It was, as I have already indicated, the wish of Mary Somerville’s daughters to provide a much more seamless version of her than I have permitted. But what does link all the Marys, that no amount of selection or editing seems to be able to fudge, is the special voice of the woman. It is, indeed, remarkable that, through all the daughterly fiddling with her text, this voice refuses to be blurred. Here we may go again to Sir John Herschel to find out what its characteristics were for her coevals. ‘Nothing,’ he wrote, ‘can be more pleasing and simple than the personal narration… nor anything more naive, more natural and unaffected then your account of your own success – no assumption, no vanity – but only an admission (and that rather by implication) of such an amount of private satisfaction, which one must be more or less than human not to feel.’23
We have come to feel that naivety is not a virtue, because it is so often affected, yet to recover its special value brings us closer to Mary Somerville’s unique qualities. If we think of a voice informed by naive wisdom, we go some way to defining what makes it special. This naive wisdom can be discerned in all the Mary Somervilles that I have discussed: the same unpretending clarity informs her dealings with both people and ideas.
Hers is a wholly distinctive voice, which has neither antecedent nor follower. A couple of examples may clarify its special quality: when Somerville is reporting her father’s illiberality, she dramatises with the direct perception of a novelist: ‘By G—, when a man cuts off his queue, the head should go with it’ (p. 36). Here, the very excess of the sentiment makes the speaker more loveable than sinister. And, again, when the cruel practices of the navy are discussed, Somerville writes dispassionately and hence devastatingly. Yet, immediately afterwards, she proceeds to discuss her father’s place in the very institution that she is condemning (pp. 56–58). This sophisticated perception that institutions may contain parts infinitely superior to the whole is made with a clear-mindedness so unaffected, so naive, that it is devastating. Much later, she cites the lady who believed that all those who worshipped in the Temple of Neptune must be ‘in eternal misery’. Somerville asked, ‘How could they believe in Christ when He was not born till many centuries after? I am sure she thought it was all the same’ (p. 101). The absence of fuss in the syntax makes the implicit judgment more telling.
On larger political issues, the same naive wisdom is evident. Garibaldi is a man of genius but potentially injurious to his country (p. 245). On the slave trade and slavery she refuses to compromise (p. 299), but tolerance in religious matters is always for her a virtue (p. 277). On the right of women to education, on the other hand, she is both tart and uncompromising. Science and religion she manages to reconcile by always avoiding, as some of her contemporaries could not, the trick of alternately blaming and denying God.
These balanced judgments are a function of the varied experience of Mary Somerville. Her scientific training had made her the kind of thinker who never rejects but who never quickly becomes a proselyte: her reaction to Darwinism is telling here. Because of his devout beliefs, it took the American geologist and zoologist, James Dana, 15 years to accept a version of Darwinism. Mary Somerville describes Dana as ‘an honour to his country’ (p. 180) but it did not take her as long; it was perhaps easier since she had never been either a fundamentalist or an evangelical but it might still have been possible for a woman of her advanced years to react strongly against Darwin. Instead she approached his discoveries and theories as yet more evidence of what we do not know, of the mystery underlying all phenomena (p. 288). And it is the sense of that mystery that informs her opinions on secular affairs. Those who look for more fire from their pioneering women may be disappointed in her but to embrace and accommodate change may be a wiser mode than to try to force change or its acceptance on the unwilling.
The judgments come out of what, in spite of reticence and shyness, turns out to be a secure sense of identity and place. She negotiated the problems that inevitably arise within families and, although she may have been unsuccessful, she tried to give her children possibilities that she never had or did not easily secure. Mary Somerville never doubted who she was: even at her moments of greatest depression, her sense of an inner strength scarcely wavers. But place? How is it possible to speak of the security of place when she spent the last 30-odd years of her life in a more-or-less nomadic existence in Italy and elsewhere in Europe? But there are two kinds of nomad – those who are at home nowhere and those who are at home everywhere. Mary Somerville belongs to the latter group. She clearly managed with very little fuss to establish homes in the houses of others. Her intellectual baggage she always had with her and the comfort that she derived from this immaterial home seems to have assisted her in maintaining the physical comfort of others. To be sure, latterly Martha directed the household and it is hard to imagine what Mary Somerville would have done without her girls. But they presumably would not themselves have believed they