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    Mrs. Simcoe's Diary
    Mrs. Simcoe's Diary
    Mrs. Simcoe's Diary
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    Mrs. Simcoe's Diary

    By Elizabeth Posthuma Simcoe

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    Elizabeth Simcoe’s diary, describing Canada from 1791 to 1796, is history written as it was being made. Created largely while she was seated in canoes and bateaux, the diary documents great events in a familiar way and opens our eyes to a side of Canadian history that is too little shown.

    During her time in Upper Canada (now Ontario), Mrs. Simcoe encountered fascinating figures, such a explorer, Alexander Mackenzie, and Mohawk Chief, Joseph Brant. She took particular interest in the First Nations people, the social customs of the early settlers, and the flora and fauna of a land that contained a mere 10, 000 non-Natives in 1791. The realm she observed so vividly was quite alien to a woman used to a world of ball gowns, servants, and luxury in England, but the lieutenant-governor’s wife was made of stern stuff and embraced her new environment with relish, leaving us with an account instilled with excitement and delight at everything she witnessed.

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    PublisherDundurn
    Release dateDec 10, 2007
    ISBN9781459714960
    Mrs. Simcoe's Diary
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    Elizabeth Posthuma Simcoe

    Elizabeth Posthuma Simcoe (1766-1850) was the wife of John Graves Simcoe, the first lieutenant-governor of Upper Canada.

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      Interesting account of the social life of the first Lieutenant Governer General of Upper Canada 1872-6. Records the life,politics,news,and personalities of the period.

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    Mrs. Simcoe's Diary - Elizabeth Posthuma Simcoe

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    INTRODUCTION

    BY MARY QUAYLE INNIS

    In 1791, Canada was divided into two provinces, Lower Canada and Upper Canada. An English country gentleman and Member of Parliament, Colonel John Graves Simcoe was appointed lieutenant-governor of Upper Canada. He had fought during the American Revolution and was eager to bring to the wilds of Upper Canada the beneficent British institutions that the Americans had rejected. His wife, Elizabeth, who loved change and excitement, was delighted to find herself a governor’s lady.

    The Simcoes left an England of growing population, expanding cities, and industrial change. The country was in a chronic state of hot and cold war, but it was prosperous and stable, with a rich inheritance of learning and culture. In the year of the Simcoes’ departure, Haydn arrived to receive his degree at Oxford and Boswell’s Life of Johnson was published.

    A part of the Simcoes’ young family had to be left behind at the family home, Wolford Lodge, in charge of a friend, Mrs. Hunt. From the day Mrs. Simcoe left home she kept a diary, and in addition to writing letters she sent sections of her diary to Mrs. Hunt.

    The voyage, which lasted more than six weeks, brought the Simcoes into a fresh and absorbing world. Lower Canada had a well-established population of about 150,000, while Upper Canada in 1791 had some 10,000 settlers. By the time the Simcoes left Upper Canada in 1796 it had a population of about 25,000.

    After spending seven months at Quebec, the Simcoes travelled by bateau to Kingston and on to Niagara, the temporary capital of the new province. The next year they founded a new settlement at Toronto, renamed York. They journeyed back and forth between Niagara and York, and Mrs. Simcoe made one visit to Quebec before their final departure in 1796. Throughout the five years, Mrs. Simcoe kept her diary with unresting enthusiasm.

    To fill in our picture of the journey up the St. Lawrence, of the lively towns of Lower Canada in the 1790s, and of the scarcely penetrated wilderness of Upper Canada, we could have asked for nothing better than a contemporary diary. We might have hoped for the diary of a woman, with her sharp interest in detail, her leisure and patience to record and keep the record. But in a flight of hopefulness, we could hardly have expected her to be also a botanist, a gifted observer, and an artist with pen, pencil, and watercolour. We could scarcely have hoped, in a word, for Elizabeth Simcoe.

    Montmorency Falls, as painted by Mrs. Simcoe, is a short distance east of Quebec City. It was a favoured spot for tourists even before Mrs. Simcoe’s time in Canada.

    Elizabeth Posthuma Gwillim was born at Whitchurch, Herefordshire, in 1766. Her mother died at her birth and her father, Colonel Thomas Gwillim, who had been an aide-de-camp to General Wolfe in Canada, had died seven months earlier. The child was brought up by her mother’s sister, Mrs. Graves.

    The girl when she grew up was small and slight, not more than five feet tall. A miniature made when she was a good deal older shows sharp dark eyes in a small face with a strong pointed chin. She spoke French and German, loved dancing and the out-of-doors. Like most young ladies of the day, she learned to draw and paint and showed an unusual degree of talent in these directions.

    Admiral Graves, her guardian, was the godfather of John Graves Simcoe, and in 1782 that young soldier, returned from the American campaign, came to visit. He met the lively young Elizabeth, fell in love with her, and in December they were married. The bride was sixteen, her husband thirty years old.

    John Graves Simcoe was the son of Captain John Simcoe, commander of the HMS Pembroke, who had been at Louisbourg and Halifax, and under whom James Cook, later the famous explorer, had served as master. In 1759, when his son was only seven years old, Captain Simcoe had died of pneumonia on board the Pembroke near the island of Anticosti and had been buried at sea.

    The widow and her son lived at Exeter, and John Graves went at fourteen to Eton and two years later to Merton College, Oxford. He remained there for only a year; at nineteen he joined the 35th Regiment of Foot as an ensign, and he was sent to New England at the outbreak of the American Revolution. In 1777, he was made captain of the Queen’s Rangers; he was wounded at the battle of the Brandywine and later taken prisoner. He was made a lieutenant-colonel in 1781 and returned to England.

    The couple lived first at Exeter where three daughters, Eliza, Charlotte, and Henrietta, were born. Mrs. Simcoe was an heiress, and her fortune bought Wolford, an estate of about five thousand acres near Honiton in Devonshire, where they settled in 1788. Three more children were born — Caroline, Sophia, and in 1791 the longed-for son Francis Gwillim.

    During these domestic years, Colonel Simcoe occupied himself in building a new house and laying out roads on the estate. He was also fond of reading and of writing, both poetry and prose: his Journal of the Operations of the Queen’s Rangers was published privately in Exeter in 1787.

    In 1790, he was elected to Parliament for St. Mawes in Cornwall and very soon afterward he was appointed lieutenant-governor of the new province of Upper Canada under the governorship of Lord Dorchester.

    What to do with the children was suddenly a serious problem for Mrs. Simcoe; even with nursemaids available it seemed impossible to take with them six children, the oldest only seven. In the end, the four older girls were left at home under the care of Mrs. Hunt. Sophia, aged two, and Francis, three months, went with their parents to Canada.

    While they waited at Weymouth for a favourable wind, the Simcoes met George III, recovered from his first bout of insanity, who talked to them cordially. On September 26, 1791, they sailed for the St. Lawrence.

    Few woman would seem to be less suited to five years of canoes and canvas tents than Elizabeth Simcoe going on board the Triton with her ball dresses, her servants, her children and their nurses, her drawing paper and books and watercolours. She was twenty-five years old, she had always lived in luxury, and she was the wife of a colonel and a governor and very proud of the distinction.

    Yet she had qualities that prepared her for the hardships of her new life and the unique contribution she was to make to the history of Upper Canada. Like many ladies of her day, she was an assiduous letter writer and her diary writing and sketching were obsessive. In a small notebook found among her papers, she had written:

    I have us’d myself from my Infancy to Read after I am in Bed, it is grown so habitual to me that I cannot sleep without a Dose of Literature. I have in vain tried those pamphlets, plays & which are so universally look’d upon as invaluable Soporifiks to lull me to sleep almost instantaneously. I am obliged therefore to have recourse to my own Writings — & generally catching every thought which accidentally floats on my Brain, I commit it to paper. It serves to waken & amend my breast. My purpose is secured by myself & I am happy that the train of Ideas Lulls me to Slumber & forgetfulness.

    In the hurry of shopping in London and preparing her wardrobe, Mrs. Simcoe had time to draw maps of the St. Lawrence River and northern New York — she was always fond of drawing maps — and probably to read those popular travel books, Father Hennepin’s highly-coloured account of his North American journeys and Baron Lahontan’s lively Voyages. That earliest of Canadian novels, Emily Montague, Mrs. Simcoe said later gave an excellent picture of Quebec as she found it.

    After a voyage that the reader feels in his own nerves — tacked all day and lost much ground — the Simcoes reached Quebec on November 11.

    Arrived at Quebec, Mrs. Simcoe, depressed at first by the steep, rainy streets, quickly found herself enclosed in a cultured and warmly welcoming little world. She had come exactly at the beginning of the social season. The anonymous author of Canadian Letters wrote, Cut off from communication with the rest of the world, the good people here [Quebec] find resources within themselves, to mitigate the severity of the climate. About the close of October, all the ships have departed for Europe. Business is then at an end, and pleasure becomes the general object.… In winter, all is dance and festivity.¹

    Mrs. Simcoe was amused to see dogs pulling loads of wood, and she liked to walk to Cape Diamond with her husband, to watch skaters or one-horse carrioles on the ice of the river, and to drive to Montmorency, but the social round claimed her heart.

    There was Mme. Baby, soon her great friend, who took her to inspect the Ursuline Convent and to services in the cathedral, and invited her constantly to dine and sup. The Honourable François Baby complimented her on her French, and at the Babys’ house she first ate that very Canadian delicacy, moose muffle.²

    Just as attentive was Mrs. Caldwell, wife of the colonel who had served under General Wolfe in 1759. Every few days Mrs. Simcoe drove to Belmont, the Caldwell house four miles out of Quebec. A very indifferent house to look at, she wrote, but comfortable inside except for the heat. All drawing rooms that winter she found too hot; in the hard-frozen Quebec winter she would sit as far as possible from the red-hot stoves, fanning herself and eating ices. She often stayed overnight at Belmont; the ladies breakfasted and rode in carrioles and drank tea together. Prince Edward’s³ band gave concerts, the Prince himself came to dinner. The officers put on plays but Colonel Simcoe refused to attend, thinking the activity beneath their dignity. Indeed he complained that there were few men of learning or information in Quebec. But his aide, Thomas Talbot, arranged Mrs. Simcoe’s dinners and dances, and out of her intensive social round she wrote happily that she found Quebec a delightful place, everybody I see assiduous to please me.

    On a later visit, Mrs. Simcoe found Lady Dorchester herself most attentive. Uniformly polite and obliging, Lady Dorchester, whether to make some amends for the constant friction between the two husbands or out of simple kindness, walked with Mrs. Simcoe on the heights of Abram, drove her about, invited her almost every day to dine or take tea or dance at the Château. Lady Dorchester was the only person in Canada whose attentions could flatter Mrs. Simcoe; she noted that it was very unusual for anyone to be entertained at the Château as she had been without a formal introduction. She liked excessively parties at the Château where in an all but royal progress she walked round the rooms speaking briefly to everyone.

    Much as she enjoyed the social winter at Quebec, Mrs. Simcoe was glad to begin the journey inland. The movement of the bateau pleased her, as later the effortless gliding of her canoe. All the way from Quebec to Montreal log houses stood close to the river, lit by the tin-covered spires of village churches bright as candles.

    Montreal was a smaller city where fur was still king; the fur baron Joseph Frobisher sent his phaeton to bring Mrs. Simcoe into the city. Here she dined at Mr. Frobisher’s house and with the Baroness de Longueuil before going on up the river.

    Now at last, in that summer of 1792, they were in Upper Canada, where settlers all lived along the water’s edge — the Front — backed by unbroken forest. When they approached Glengarry, where Colonel John Macdonell was building his new house, a piper came to meet the new governor. Captain Munro lent Mrs. Simcoe a horse so that she could ride past the Long Sault rapids. At Cornwall she counted fifteen houses; at Kingston she saw fifty, one of them built of stone. And at Kingston Colonel Simcoe took the oath of office, becoming officially the lieutenant-governor of Upper Canada. A little over two weeks later, from the deck of the Onondaga, Mrs. Simcoe saw the spray of the Falls of Niagara rising like a cloud.

    The Onondaga, an armed schooner of twelve guns and eighty tons burden, was one of several armed vessels belonging to the provincial government, thus constituting part of a provincial navy. This reproduction was taken from a drawing by Mrs. Simcoe.

    My dear Charlotte, the governor wrote from Niagara to his little daughter at home, here I am & Mamma sitting in a very large Bower, fronting upon a fine River, & as high above it, as the sand cliff above the Shrubbery, with Sophia sitting upon the Table, little Francis with his bald Pole [poll] laughing & eating Bilberries.⁴

    Mrs. Simcoe liked at once the Beautiful view of the river and added that the poorness of the building is not remarked at this distance. Arriving on July 26, 1792, they found Navy Hall not ready for their occupancy and settled in three marquees pitched on the hillside. The governor was less complaisant. He wrote to James Bland Burges in August: I am miserably off for accommodation in this country and I am fitting up an old hovel that will look exactly like a carrier’s alehouse in England when properly decorated and ornamented.⁵

    Nothing can be conceived more dreary, wrote the author of Canadian Letters,⁶ than the united view of Niagara and Newark in the depth of winter — the river and mouth of the lake, choked up — all communication frequently cut off between the two places by drifting ice, wood on one side and the extensive water on the other. As for Newark, a poor, wretched straggling village with a few scattered cottages erected here and there as chance, convenience or caprice dictated. The governor’s house is distinguished by the name of Navy Hall. A family accustomed to the conveniences of England must have found this a most uncomfortable abode.

    Governor Simcoe wrote to the Duke of Portland in 1794 that he had found a Town laid out on the King’s side of the strait of Niagara opposite the fort which consisted on my arrival of only one or two houses now containing upwards of fifty and rapidly increasing.⁷ Streets were laid out, and people were building houses of square timber or logs, clearing land, and planting their fields and orchards.

    Elizabeth Russell, who had accompanied her brother Peter, the receiver general, wrote in that first autumn of 1792: We live in a log House consisting of only two small rooms on the ground floor which my brother bought being the only one that could be got at any rate. It is quite a poor cottage but it is much better than it was when we first came as then it did not keep out the Weather.⁸

    A year later she described their new house (her brother complained bitterly of its cost — his Dear house, he called it): We are comfortably settled in our new House and have a nice little Farm about us. We eat our own Mutton and Pork and Poultry. Last year we grew our own Buck weat and Indian corn and have two Oxen got two cows with their calves with plenty of pigs and a mare and Sheep. We have not made Butter yet but hope soon to do so. I must act the part of dairy maid as I have not got a female servant yet.⁹ But the little farm was three-quarters of a mile from town, she sighed, and she had been unable to go to balls.

    Servants were all but impossible to find. Hannah Jarvis, the wife of William Jarvis, the provincial secretary, wrote in her vigorous style, This is one of the worst places for Servants that can be — they are not to be on any Terms … We cannot get a Woman who can cook a Joint of Meat unless I am at her Heels — and at the price of seven, eight & nine Dollars per Month.… I have a Scotch girl from the Highlands, Nasty, Sulky, Ill Tempered Creture.¹⁰ This girl struck another servant with the tongs and very nearly killed her.

    Everyone suffered to some degree from the ague. The place is pleasant but very unhealthy, wrote the gentle Miss Russell, the Inhabitants being affected two thirds of the year with the fever an Ague. Hannah Jarvis wrote, A vast number of Persons have died particular among us. All her family had feavor. She wrote, We have not had one Night’s Sleep for this Month Past … Mrs. Simcoe is far from well, she looks like a walking skeleton, in fact few have their health in this place. As for the governor, his health is much impaired, and his eyes and skin are as yellow as saffron and he is peevish beyond description.¹¹

    Everything was expensive; Mrs. Jarvis constantly wrote to England for shoes for herself and the children, for dark strong printed calico not too fine, narrow striped red and white cotton for the little girls’ gowns — there was none in Newark or even in Montreal under six shillings a yard. She wanted Britannia metal dessert spoons for the children to use to save her silver ones, castor oil, sulphur, camomile flowers, and James’s powders, and asked her eighteen-year-old brother to send her some Country Dance Books — you will get them for a shilling a Piece — let them be the Newest & Pretty.

    Dancing at Niagara, as at Quebec, was the popular entertainment, and though the number of dancers was much smaller the residents took care to point out that the standards of dress and deportment were just as high. Mrs. Macaulay, wife of the surgeon attached to the Queen’s Rangers, described to Mrs. Simcoe soon after her arrival the balls with wax candles, gauze dresses, and supper as well as tea. Mrs. Jarvis referred sarcastically to the ornaments piled high on the ladies’ caps, and the author of Canadian Letters, surprised at the gay and well-dressed assembly, asked himself, Can I be at the extremity of Lake Ontario? Many of them are very pretty women, and, after having figured at a ball, return home with renewed cheerfulness to the performance of their household duties, which are so peculiarly necessary in a colonial life.¹²

    The opening of the legislature in 1795 was described by the duc de la Rochefoucauld-Liancourt: The whole retinue of the Governor consisted in a guard of fifty men of the garrison of the fort. Dressed in silk, he entered the Hall with his hat on his head, attended by the Adjutant and 2 Secretaries.¹³ Salutes were fired from Fort Niagara and the soldiers drawn up in order — the garrison in their red coats and the Queen’s Rangers in their dark green coats and white pipeclayed breeches, the men with their hair powdered and drawn back into a queue below their helmets in the fashion of the time. The ladies watched, along with a group of Natives in their deerskin and beadwork. Flags waved, the band played.

    We have two first-hand accounts of the same ball, given on June 4, 1793. General Benjamin Lincoln, one of the United States commissioners to meet with the Natives, gives a full account:

    The King’s birth-day; to all the ceremonies of which our duty required us to attend. At eleven o’clock the Governor had a levee at his house, at which the officers of the government, the members of the legislature, the officers of the army, and a number of strangers attended. After some time, the Governor came in, preceded by two of his family. He walked up to the head of the hall, and began a conversation with those standing in that part of the hall, and went around to the whole, and I believe spoke with every person present. This was over soon, and we all retired. At one o’clock there were firings from the troops, the battery, and from the ship in the harbor. In the evening there was quite a splendid ball, about twenty well-dressed handsome ladies, and about three times that number of gentlemen present. They danced from seven o’clock to eleven. Supper was then announced, where we found every thing good and in pretty taste. In all this there was not any thing very particular; the music and dancing were good, and every thing was conducted with propriety. What excited the best feelings of my heart was the ease and affection with which the ladies met each other; although there were a number present whose mothers sprang from the aborigines of the country. [These were the daughters of Sir William Johnson and Mary, sister of Joseph Brant.] They appeared as well dressed as the company in general, and intermixed with them in a manner which evinced at once the dignity of their own minds and the good sense of others.…

    Governor Simcoe is exceedingly attentive to these public assemblies, and makes it his study to reconcile the inhabitants, who have tasted the pleasures of society, to their present situation, in an infant province. He intends the next winter to have concerts and assemblies very frequently. Hereby he at once evinces a regard for the happiness of the people, and his knowledge of the world; for while people are allured to become settlers in this country, from the richness of the soil, and the clemency of the seasons, it is important to make their situation as flattering as possible.¹⁴

    Hannah Jarvis wrote of the same ball:

    At six o’clock we assembled at the Place appointed — when I was called on to open the Ball — Mrs. Hamilton not choosing to dance a minuet — this is the first assembly that I have been at in this country that was opened with a Minuet — not one in the Room followed my example — of course Country Dances commenced — and continued till Eleven when supper was announced — Mrs. Simcoe being ill Mrs. Hamilton was Lady President — Mrs. Secretary second in command — supper being ended the Company returned to the Ball Room when two Dances finished the Night’s entertainment with the Sober Part of the Company. The rest stayd untill Day light & wd have stayd longer if their Servants had not drank less than their Masters. We had twenty Ladies & 20 of Gentlemen — the Commissioners from the States, who are so far on their way to treat with the Indians were there — the Council the Upper & Lower Houses were all there.¹⁵

    Contemporary letters and diaries show a social life so close-knit as to be stifling. People dined, supped, took tea, played whist with each other every day in scarcely varied combinations. Mrs. Simcoe’s diary is full of the to and fro of her small circle. John White, the attorney general, in his laconic diary is witness to this claustrophobic closeness. Day after day the entries repeat — Dined at the Governor’s, Supped at the Governor’s, Breakfasted at the Governor’s.

    Dec. 25, 1792 Christmas day. Went to church. Dined and passed the evening with the Governor.

    Dec. 27 Went to the Ball with the Governor and Chief Justice. Passed a tolerable evening.

    Jan. 1, 1793 This being the 1st day of New Year the Governor had a Levee, at which a great many attended.¹⁶

    A few weeks later: Dined at Mrs. Simcoe’s where met Dr. & Mrs. Macaulay, Captain Russell and sister and Mr. Pilkington.… At home all the morning. In the evening Mrs. Simcoe, Mr. & Mrs. Macauley to cards and supper.

    He walked with Captain Russell and sister to the New House, Dined with Dr. Holmes and returned very tipsy. N.B. To dine less often at the Fort. The

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