“The Funeral of Shelley” by Louis Édouard Fournier (1889); pictured in the centre are, from left, Trelawny, Hunt, and Byron.

Leigh Hunt Avid Decorator

This essay about the decorating exploits of Leigh Hunt is included in my most recent book The Modern Salonnière. The 34 other essays in the book feature similar literary adventures and essays about traveling with intention.

Leigh Hunt: Fairy Tale King

James Henry Leigh Hunt by Benjamin Robert Haydon. Image public domain.
James Henry Leigh Hunt by Benjamin Robert Haydon. Image public domain.

There is nothing like coming across the odd fact that fritzes in the mind like a sparkler on an inky summer evening. One of the strongest sizzles I’ve ever experienced took place when I was reading about a decorating project in Daisy Hay’s book Young Romantics. She’s exploring the world of Keats, Shelley, Wordsworth and Byron, particularly their drive to proclaim their independence from oppression, which takes them into the tricky territory of political resistance. I was following her narrative about a man in their circle whose name I had never come across when Hay’s description of his exuberance in creating fancy surroundings in his jail cell made me laugh aloud. 

Leigh Hunt was editor of “The Examiner.”
Leigh Hunt was editor of “The Examiner.”

This essayist, critic, and poet was Leigh Hunt, who was also the editor of the weekly newspaper The Examiner. He was a close friend of the aforementioned literati of the day who gravitated to Hunt for the column inches he could give to their work, bringing their friends into his orbit, as well. When Hunt is convicted of libeling the Prince Regent in 1813, he begins a two-year prison sentence at Surrey Gaol. Back then, white-collar criminals who had the means could pay rent to their jailers for better accommodations because the shrewd wardens ran their prisons like businesses. Unfortunately, Hunt couldn’t afford nice rooms when he was first incarcerated so Mr. Ives, the governor of Surrey Gaol, left the newspaperman to suffer in a deplorable cell. 

Hunt’s new daily soundtrack from his dank digs included the jangling of chains, rabid swearing, and anguished laughter, all of which worked on his nerves while the damp environment worked on his body. When his health started failing, the prison’s board decided he should be moved so they granted him the use of two rooms in the old prison infirmary, telling him that his wife and children could come and live with him. This cheered him up immensely and he made quick work of renovating his new lodgings. 

A rendering of Surrey County Gaol.
A rendering of Surrey County Gaol.

Here comes the sizzle: “The tradesmen who traipsed in and out of the prison selling their wares to its unfortunate inmates were joined by a team of decorators, who set about transforming the infirmary into accommodations fit for a gentleman,” Hay writes. “Six weeks after the beginning of his sentence, Hunt was ready to receive visitors.” Approaching his rooms through the dark corridors of the prison, his friends entered to find a riot of color and comfort in a setting worthy of “a fairy-tale king holding court”!

As Hunt explains it: “I papered the walls with a trellis of roses; I had the ceiling coloured with clouds and sky; the barred windows were screened with Venetian blinds; and when my bookcases were set up with their busts, and flowers and a piano-forte made their appearance, perhaps there was not a handsomer room on that side of the water.”

Hay says his cell became a stopgap literary salon, and daily life included excellent wines and special dinners that he ordered so his friends’ treks through the dirty streets of Southwark would be worth the effort. When he wasn’t hosting intellectual discourses, he was reading, writing, or landscaping a garden he created on a small plot of ground outside his rooms. He laid down sod, and planted flowers and saplings to frame the greenspace where he played shuttlecock with his sportier pals. 

A published report of the trial of John and Leigh Hunt. Image public domain.
A published report of the trial of John and Leigh Hunt. Image public domain.

I can’t remember enjoying an anecdote from a fellow journalist’s life more than I did this one, though I know it’s insensitive of me to find humor in Hunt’s incarceration because, in all seriousness, honor should be paid him, as his refusal to gloss over injustices at that time contributed to the freedoms of the press that we have today. He was in jail because he was publishing articles that would be considered savvy reportage now—stories that included the truth about the Duke of York’s mistress, Mary Anne Clarke, selling military commissions; and an exposé on military flogging in which he equated the practices taking place then with the tactics Napoléon had employed.

Both Leigh and his brother John, who handled the printing of the paper, were imprisoned for these outspoken pieces. The men who convicted them assumed the publication would disappear once the brothers were incarcerated but they were wrong. The renown of the two brothers picked up steam thanks to the publicity they received, and the writers who frequented Hunt’s makeshift salon made certain issues of The Examiner were delivered every week during the two-year sentences the Hunts served.

Hunt’s essay on Young Poets included John Keats.
Leigh Hunt’s essay on Young Poets included John Keats. According to the Keats Letters Project, the pointing index figure symbol at the end was Hunt’s mark for the essays in “The Examiner” that he authored. Image courtesy the Keats Letters Project.

Hay makes the point that Leigh is lesser known than the poets he ran with because his best work was his most ephemeral: “Unlike his more famous friends, he was not first and foremost a poet, but a campaigning journalist.” He did write poetry and was consumed by fleshing out a play called The Descent of Liberty, which he worked on in prison; but he was first and foremost a reporter. As was the case with much of his journalism, the lengthy performance piece emphasized freedoms for the common people and criticized the actions of the aristocracy. Using poetry as a vehicle for political protest was a natural inclination for the young romantics—just as Shelley did with “Queen Mab,” Leigh crafted poetic lines that contributed momentum to the movement that would change society. Sadly, the reforms took place too slowly for these romantic revolutionaries to benefit from them. 

Leigh Hunt reading a book, a detail of a painting of the publisher by Samuel Laurence. Image courtesy WikiMedia.
Leigh Hunt reading a book, a detail of a painting of the publisher by Samuel Laurence. Image courtesy WikiMedia.

Once released from prison, Leigh would undertake a number of decorating projects in his life, each of them aimed at transforming his small studies in the homes he inhabited into versions of the rooms he had revamped in the infirmary. Hay believes he was driven to imitate them because it was one of the few times in his adult life when he had freedom from financial worries. Knowing his creditors didn’t have the power to reach him in jail, he spent monies he didn’t have while focusing on his creative writing

He would never again achieve this level of ease because all the debts he owed before he was imprisoned, all the bills he racked up while incarcerated, and the arrears he accumulated afterward would dog him mightily for the rest of his life. Though his lack of means would eventually make Byron and Shelley see him as a burden, he contributed to their legacies and to those of quite a few others whose work he printed. Leigh was actually in Italy planning a new publication with Shelley when the poet unexpectedly drowned in the Gulf of La Spezia. 

“The Funeral of Shelley” by Louis Édouard Fournier (1889); pictured in the centre are, from left, Trelawny, Hunt, and Byron.
“The Funeral of Shelley” by Louis Édouard Fournier (1889); pictured in the centre are, from left, Trelawny, Hunt, and Byron.

One of the most idealized renderings of these writers is Louis Édouard Fournier’s The Funeral of Shelley. The painting shows Edward John Trelawney, Leigh Hunt and Lord Byron standing near Shelley’s funeral pyre on a dank-looking day. The painting is far from accurate: the weather was sunny and stiflingly hot; Hunt had decided to remain in the coach because the stench of burning flesh was too much for him; and Byron went out for a swim for the same reason. Compositions like this helped to make legends of these rebels whose lives were intertwined during an era in which it seemed natural to decorate rooms in prison and to reshape politics with poetry, two tacks that would never occur to us today. 

Leigh Hunt Avid Decorator © Saxon Henry, all rights reserved. Saxon is an author, journalist, poet, and strategist whose books include The Modern Salonnière, Anywhere But Here, Stranded on the Road to Promiseand Four Florida Moderns.

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2 Replies to “Leigh Hunt Avid Decorator”

  1. Thank you for this post. I am somehow related to Leigh Hunt. Probably from when the family lived in Philadelphia and before they fled as Loyalists to England. Wishing you the best.

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