Viva Lewes June 2015 Issue #105
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David Jarman<br />
Crossing the channel from Brighton<br />
It was not until 1847<br />
that the completion<br />
of the railway link<br />
to Newhaven by the<br />
London, Brighton<br />
and South Coast<br />
Railway enabled the<br />
town to become the<br />
only English port<br />
for the Dieppe sea<br />
crossing. Before then,<br />
Brighton was the<br />
usual embarkation<br />
point for Dieppe, with Shoreham being used as an<br />
alternative if the weather was particularly stormy.<br />
Two men, remarkable in very different ways,<br />
wrote accounts of the Brighton crossing. In his<br />
autobiography, Benjamin Robert Haydon recalls<br />
the journey to France that he made in the company<br />
of his fellow-painter, David Wilkie, at the<br />
end of May 1814, barely a month after Napoleon’s<br />
abdication. Their ultimate destination was not<br />
Dieppe but Paris or, as Haydon puts it in his<br />
characteristically fruity style, ‘that bloody and<br />
ferocious capital, in which refinement and filth,<br />
murder and revolution, blasphemy and heroism,<br />
vice and virtue, alternately reigned triumphant.’<br />
At eighteen hours, the crossing was short for<br />
the time (Cotman’s first painting expedition<br />
to Dieppe, in 1817, took all of forty-two hours)<br />
which was, perhaps, just as well. The cabin was<br />
full of French officers returning home, who<br />
found the spectacle of Wilkie’s red nightcap, and<br />
his unavailing attempts to ward off seasickness by<br />
barricading himself in his berth, sources of much<br />
boisterous merriment.<br />
Haydon marvelled at the contrast between<br />
Brighton – ‘gay, gambling, dissipated, the elegant<br />
residence of an accomplished Prince, with its<br />
beautiful women and light hussars’ – and Dieppe<br />
– ‘dark, old, snuffy and picturesque, with its<br />
brigand-like soldiers, its Sibylline fish-fags, its<br />
pretty grisettes, and its screaming and chattering<br />
boatmen.’ Whereas<br />
the houses at<br />
Brighton ‘present<br />
their windows to<br />
the ocean to let in<br />
its freshness and<br />
welcome its roar’,<br />
Dieppe ‘turns her<br />
back on the sea, as<br />
if in sullen disgust<br />
at the sight of an<br />
element on which<br />
her country has<br />
always been beaten.’<br />
My other traveller’s account is supplied by a man<br />
described by Haydon as ‘a singular compound…<br />
of malice, candour, cowardice, genius, purity,<br />
vice, democracy and conceit’. This is the great<br />
writer William Hazlitt. On 1 September 1824, he<br />
left for Dieppe from the Chain Pier, which had<br />
opened in Brighton the year before. This was the<br />
first stage of a Journey through France and Italy,<br />
the account of which would appear as a series of<br />
articles in the Morning Chronicle.<br />
Hazlitt, like Haydon before him, enjoyed ‘a fine<br />
passage’. His ‘pleasant and unobtrusive’ fellowpassengers<br />
included ‘an English General, proud<br />
of his bad French’, ‘a new-married couple who<br />
grew uxorious from the effects of sea-sickness,<br />
and took refuge from the qualms of the disorder<br />
in paroxysms of tenderness’, and ‘a Member of<br />
Parliament, delighted to escape from “late hours<br />
and bad company”’. Some solace there for Norman<br />
Baker, perhaps.<br />
Brighton did not please Hazlitt, who seemed to<br />
feel that the best thing about the place was visiting<br />
Londoners. His greatest scorn was reserved<br />
for the Pavilion – ‘anything more fantastical, with<br />
a greater dearth of invention, was never seen’. But<br />
the sighting of a Frenchman, ‘playing and singing<br />
to a guitar’, cheered Hazlitt up and reminded him<br />
that he would soon be shot of ‘the land of Sundayschools<br />
and spinning-jennies.’<br />
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