Biography of Elizabeth Siddal 1829-1862

On 25 Jul 1829 Elizabeth Siddal was born to Charles Crooke Siddall (age 28) and Elizabeth Eleanor Evans at 7 Charles Street. She was baptised 23 Aug 1830.

Charles Crooke Siddall: Around 1801 he was born.

1851 to 1852. John Everett Millais 1st Baronet (age 21). "Ophelia". Hamlet Act IV Scene 7 Part IV in which Queen Gertrude describes Ophelia's death to Laertes. Millais painted the scene near Tolworth, Surrey [Map] using the River Hogsmill. Elizabeth Siddal (age 21) modelled in a bath-tub at 7 Gower Street, Camden [Map]. The initials PRB bottom right next to his signature.

1851. C1851 Surrey Southwark Kent Road Page 12. 8 Kent Road.

[her father] Charles Crooke Siddall (age 50). Head. 50.

[her brother] Charles Robert Siddall (age 23). Son. 24.

Elizabeth Siddal (age 21). Daughter. 21.

Around 1852. John Everett Millais 1st Baronet (age 22). Study for Ophelia. Model Elizabeth Siddal (age 22).

1853. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 24). "The First Anniversary of the Death of Beatrice" or "Dante receiving visitors on the anniversary of Beatrice's death". Model Elizabeth Siddal (age 23). The picture was bought by Francis McCracken who wrote to Rossettiu on the 14th of May 1854: "I had an idea of an intention of the possibility of a suggestion that the lady in my drawing should be Gemma Donati whom Dante married afterwards and for that reason meant to have put the Donati arms on the dresses of the three visitors, but could not find a suitable way of doing so. The visitors are unnamed in the text. But I had an idea also of connecting the pitying lady with another part of the V[ita] N[uova] and in part the sketch is full of notions of my own in this way, which would only be cared about by one to whom Dante was a chief study".

1853. Elizabeth Siddal (age 23). The Lady of Shalott. Part 3 Stanza 5: "Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side".

1854. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 25). Elizabeth Siddal (age 24) Seated at a Window.

Around 1854. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 25). Elizabeth Siddal (age 24) Elizabeth Siddal - Study for Delia in 'The Return of Tibullus to Delia'.

1854. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 25). Elizabeth Siddal (age 24) Reading.

1854. Elizabeth Siddal (age 24). "Two Lovers listening to Music", pen brown ink.

1854. Elizabeth Siddal (age 24). "Pippa Passes",

Between 1854 and 1855. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 25). Elizabeth Siddal (age 24) Seated at an Easel, Painting.

Around 1854. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 25). Elizabeth Siddal (age 24) Seated on the Ground.

1854. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 25). Portrait of Elizabeth Siddal (age 24). Watercolor.

1855. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 26). "Dante's Vision of Rachel and Leah". Model Elizabeth Siddal (age 25).

1855. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 26). Portrait of Elizabeth Siddal (age 25). Pen and brown and black ink..

1855. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 26). Elizabeth Siddal (age 25) in a Chair.

1856. Elizabeth Siddal (age 26). "Holy Family".

1857. Elizabeth Siddal (age 27). "Clerk Saunders".

1859. [her future husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 30). "The Bower Garden". Model Elizabeth Siddal (age 29). The picture was first purchased by Elizabeth Siddal (age 29). After his death it was purchased by James Leathart (age 39).

James Leathart: In 1820 he was born. Before 1880 he and Maria Hedley were married. In 1895 he died.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. A five or six months' experience of housekeeping in Russell Place did not teach me much, though a couple of small drawings by Edward on the back of my first account-book shew his impression that I practised housewifery as well as music. Light-hearted indifference, however, to many things generally regarded as essential lent boldness to domestic arrangements, and I remember thinking it quite natural that in the middle of the morning I should ask our only maid — a pretty one — to stand for me that I might try to draw her; to which she, being good-tempered as will as pretty, cheerfully consented. This poor little drawing was to have been one of several illustrations that Mrs. Rossetti (age 30) and I were to make for Fairy Tales written by ourselves. I made one, and Lizzie (age 30) began another, I believe, but nothing came of it It is pathetic to think how we women longed to keep pace with the men, and how gladly they kept us by them until their pace quickened and we had to fall behind. It was the same a few years later with the Du Mauriers, I remember: he brought his hzndsomt fiancée Miss Wightwick, to see us, and she and I took counsel together about praftising wood-engraving in order to reproduce the drawings of the men we loved. I had begun it already, but she, though eagerly interested, had scarcely seen the tools required for the art, and I do not know how far she went in it. I can recall Du Maurier's distress though, when she drove a sharp graver into her hand one day. I stopped, as so many women do, well on this side of tolerable skill, daunted by the path which has to be followed absolutely alone if the end is to be reached. Morris was a pleased man when he found that his wife could embroider any design that he made, and did not allow her talent to remain idle. With Mrs. Rossetti (age 30) it was a different matter, for I think she had original power, but with her, too, art was a plant that grew in the garden of love, and strong personal feeling was at the root of it; one sees in her black-and-white designs and beautiful little water-colours Gabriel always looking over her shoulder, and sometimes taking pencil or brush from her hand to complete the thing she had begun.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. One evening our errand to Chatham Place was to borrow a lay-figure, and we gaily carried it off without any wrapper in a four-wheeled cab, whose driver soon drew up at a brilliantly lighted public-house, saying that he could go no further, and under the glare of the gas lamps we had to decant our strange companion into a fresh cab.

I never had but one note from Lizzie (age 30), and I kept it for love of her even then. Let it stand here in its whole short length as a memento of one of the Blackfriars evenings, and in the hope that some one beside myself may feel the pathos of its tender playfulness.

My dear little Georgie,

I hope you intend coming over with Ned tomorrow evening like a sweetmeat^ it seems so long since I saw you dear. Janey (age 20) will be here I hope to meet you.

With a willow-pattern dish full of love to you and Ned,

Lizzie (age 30).

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. We used to go and see them occasionally in the evenings, when the two men would spend much of the time in Gabriel's studio, and Lizzie (age 30) and I began to make friends. She did not talk happily when we were alone, but was excited and melancholy, though with much humour and tenderness as well; and Gabriel's presence seemed needed to set her jarring nerves straight, for her whole manner changed when he came into the room. 1 see them now as he took his place by her on the sofa and her excitement sank back into peace.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. Dear Lizzie Rossetti (age 30) laughed to find that she and Swinburne had such shocks of the same coloured hair, and one night when we went in our thousands to see "Colleen Bawn," she declared that as she sat at one end of the row we filled and he at the other, a boy who was selling books of the play looked at Swinburne and took fright, and then, when he came round to where she was, started again with terror, muttering to himself "There 's another of 'em!" Gabriel commemorated one view of her appearance in his rhyme beginning "There is a poor creature named Lizzie, Whose aspect is meagre and frizzy," and there, so far as I remember, his muse halted ; but he completed another verse on her to her great satisfaction, thus:

There is a poor creature named Lizzie,

Whose pictures are dear at a tizzy;

And of this the great proof

Is that all stand aloof

From paying that sum unto Lizzie.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. Before 23 May 1860. Since the time that [her future husband] Rossetti (age 32) was called away from Oxford, in October, 1857, by the illness of Miss Siddal (age 30), he and Edward (age 26) had been less together, but there had been no decrease of affection between them, and so it was of the most vital interest to us when we learnt that Gabriel (age 32) was to be married about the same time as ourselves. He and Edward at once built up a plan for our all four meeting in Paris as soon as possible afterwards; I went home to Manchester to make my preparations, and it was decided that the fourth anniversary of our engagement, the 9th of June, should be our wedding-day. The conditions on which we started life were, practically no debts, except of work to Mr. Flint, and the possession of about £30 in ready money; and I brought with me a small deal table with a drawer in it that held my wood-engraving tools. Three days before our marriage, however, came a note from the unfailing Mr. Flint: "The two pen-and-ink drawings are to hand to-day. I enclose order for £25 which you may need just now." So here was riches.

On 23 May 1860 Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 32) and Elizabeth Siddal (age 30) were married at St Clement's Church.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. 09 Jun 1860. The 9th of June fell on a Saturday, and we decided to go no further that day than to Chester, where we should see its curious streets and attend service at the Cathedral [Map] on Sunday; [her husband] Gabriel (age 32) and his wife (age 30) were by this time in Paris [Map], and we hoped to join them a few days later. But this was not in store for us, for unhappily Edward (age 26) had been caught in a rain-storm a day or two before and already had a slight sore-throat, which now so quickly grew worse that by noon on Sunday he was almost speechless from it and in the hands of a strange doctor. This illness was a sharp check, and we found ourselves shut up for some days in a dreary hotel in an unknown place; but a gleam of satisfaction reached us when the doctor spoke of me to Edward (age 26) as "your good lady," and gave me directions about what was to be done for the patient, with no apparent suspicion that I had not often nursed him before. Trusting in this and in some half-used reels of sewing cotton ostentatiously left about, as well as a display of boots which had already been worn, we felt great confidence that no one would guess how ignominiously newly-married we were.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. After 09 Jun 1860. It was quite clear that we must give up Paris and get to our own home as soon as the doctor gave Edward (age 26) leave to travel; so ruefully enough I wrote to [her husband] Gabriel (age 32) and told him how things were; and his answer was a comfort to us, for he reported that they were both tired of "dragging about," and looked forward with pleasure to sitting down again with their friends in London as soon as possible. "Lizzie (age 30) and I are likely to come back with two dogs," he continues, "a big one and a little one. We have called the latter Punch in memory partly of a passage in Pepys's Diary, "But in the street. Lord, how I did laugh to hear poor common persons call their fat child Punch, which name I do perceive to be good for all that is short and thick." We have got the book with us from Mudie's, and meant to have yelled over it in company if you had come to Paris. We are now reading Boswell's Johnson, which is almost as rich in some parts." This reading of Boswell resulted in the water-colour drawing of "Dr. Johnson at the Mitre "which Rossetti brought back with him from Paris.

Samuel Johnson: On 18 Sep 1709 he was born. On 13 Dec 1784 he died.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. I wish I could recall more details of that day - of the wombat's reception of us, and of the other beasts we visited - but can only remember a passing call on the owls, between one of whom and [her husband] Gabriel (age 32) there was a feud. The moment their eyes met they seemed to rush at each other, Gabriel rattling his stick between the cage bars furiously and the owl almost barking with rage. Lizzie's (age 30) slender, elegant figure - tall for those days, but I never knew her actual height - comes back to me, in a graceful and simple dress, the incarnate opposite of the "tailor-made" young lady. We went home with them to their rooms at Hampstead, and I know that I then received an impression which never wore away, of romance and tragedy between her and her husband. I see her in the little upstairs bedroom with its lattice window, to which she carried me when we arrived, and the mass of her beautiful deep-red hair as she took off her bonnet: she wore her hair very loosely fastened up, so that it fell in soft, heavy wings. Her complexion looked as if a rose tint lay beneath the white skin, producing a most soft and delicate pink for the darkest flesh-tone. Her eyes were of a kind of golden brown - agate-colour is the only word I can think of to describe them - and wonderfully luminous: in all Gabriel's drawings of her and in the type she created in his mind this is to be seen. The eyelids were deep, but without any languor or drowsiness, and had the peculiarity of seeming scarcely to veil the light in her eyes when she was looking down.

Whilst we were in her room she shewed me a design she had just made, called "The Woeful Victory" - then the vision passes.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1860. [her husband] Rossetti (age 32) and his wife (age 30), after their return from Paris, took a lodging at Hampstead, but she was so ill at first that we never saw her till near the end of July, when to our great delight a day was fixed for the deferred meeting, and Gabriel suggested that it should take place at the Zoological Gardens. "The Wombat's Lair" was the assignation that he gave to the Madox Browns and to us. A mention of this meeting in a letter that I wrote next day gives the impression of the actual time: "She was well enough to see us, and I find her as beautiful as imagination, poor thing."

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1861. I must not forget to mention the transporting satisfaction of Miss Sampson, who happened to be staying for a few days with us and had the unexpected bliss of receiving Edward's son in her arms and then going back to Birmingham with the story. To this time belongs a clear recollection of the appearance of Janey (age 21) and Lizzie (age 31) as they sat side by side one day when in a good hour it had occurred to them to come together to see the mother and child. They were as unlike as possible and quite perfect as a contrast to each other; also, at the moment neither of them was under the cloud of ill-health, so that, as an Oriental might say, the purpose of the Creator was manifest in them. The difference between the two women may be typified broadly as that between sculpture and painting, Mrs. Morris being the statue and Mrs. Rossetti the pidure: the grave nobility and colourless perfeftion of feature in the one was made human by kindness that looked from "her great eyes standing far apart," while a wistfullness that often accompanied the brilliant loveliness and grace of the other gave an unearthly character to her beauty. "Was there ever two such beautiful ladies!" said dame Wheeler, with a distinct sense of ownership in one of them, as soon as they were gone.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1861. This was a year of wonders quite difFerent from those of 1856, for all its marvels were visible to others beside ourselves. Let who will smile, but to most people the sight of a first child is one of the miracles of life, and it is noteworthy that Morris, Rossetti (age 32), and Edward now went through this experience within a few months of each other. First came the owner of the little garment that was being fashioned for her when we were at Red House the summer before, and then, just as we were taking it for granted that all would go as well in one household as another, there was illness and anxiety and suspense at Chatham Place, and poor Lizzie (age 31) was only given back to us with empty arms. This was not a light ming to Gabriel, and though he wrote about it, "She herself is so far the most important that I can feel nothing but thankfulness," the dead child certainly lived in its father's heart. "I ought to have had a little girl older than she is," he once said wistfully as he looked at a friend's young daughter of seven years.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1861. To these early days in Great Russell Street belongs a note I received from Gabriel (age 32), one part of which I can never read unmoved: "By the bye, Lizzie (age 31) has been talking to me of parting with a certain small wardrobe to you. But don't let her, please. It looks such a bad omen for us." Seldom did I come so near the real Gabriel as this. More often he seemed to wear a surcoat of jesting; as when he wrote, "Lizzie to-day enters on the adventure of Hog's Hole," by which I understood her to be gone to Red House — or sent the message, "My qualified love to the Pang of your Life," a form of remembrance to Edward suggested by one of the many nonsense verses he had made:

There is a poor painter named Jones,

For whose conduct no genius atones.

The course of his life

Is a pang to the wife.

And a plague to the neighbours of Jones.

The rhyme he found for his own name was most skilful:

There was a poor chap called Rossetti;

As a painter with many kicks met he.

And that on Gambart, the pi Aure-dealer, must surely have won the admiration even of its subject had he ever been privileged to hear it:

There is an old he-wolf named Gambart,

Beware of him if thou a lamb art.

Else thy tail and thy toes

And thine innocent nose

Will be ground by the grinders of Gambart.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1861. Lizzie's (age 31) nurse was a delightful old country woman, whose words and ways we quoted for years afterwards; her native wit and simple wisdom endeared her to both Gabriel and Lizzie (age 31), and were the best possible medicine for their overstrained feelings. Naturally, after meeting her at Blackfriars, we invited her to come to us.

Before 02 May 1861 [her daughter] Stillborn Child was born to [her husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 32) and Elizabeth Siddal (age 31). See Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones.

Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones 1861. [Before 02 May 1861]. When we went to see Lizzie (age 31) for the first time after her recovery, we found her sitting in a low chair with the childless cradle on the floor beside her, and she looked like Gabriel's "Ophelia" when she cried with a kind of soft wildness as we came in, "Hush, Ned, you'll waken it!" How often has it seemed to us that if that little baby had lived she, too, might have done so, and Gabriel's terrible melancholy would never have mastered him.

Before 11 Feb 1862. Elizabeth Siddal (age 32). "Madonna and Child".

On 11 Feb 1862 at twenty past seven in the morning Elizabeth Siddal (age 32) overdosed on laudanum at 14 Chatham Place. Possibly suicide - there may have been a note that said "look after Harry (her invalid brother)" which Ford Madox Brown (age 40) persuaded [her husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 33) to burn. Shortly after her death Sarah Cox aka Fanny Cornforth (age 27) moved into the family home to become housekeeper to Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 33).

On 17 Feb 1862 Elizabeth Siddal (deceased) was buried in the Rossetti Family Grave. Her husband placed his poems in the coffin with her remains.

From 1864 to 1870. [her former husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 35). "Beata Beatrix". Model Elizabeth Siddal.

In Oct 1869 [her former husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 41) exhumed the remains of Elizabeth Siddal to retrieve the book of poems he had placed in her coffin seven years previously. He published the works the following year.

On 09 Apr 1882 [her former husband] Dante Gabriel Rossetti (age 53) died. He was buried at All Saints Church, Birchington on Sea [Map]. There is a Celtic Cross marking his grave commissioned by his mother [her former mother-in-law] Frances Mary Lavinia Polidori (age 81), designed by Ford Madox Brown (age 60) and erected in the presence of his brother [her former brother-in-law] William Michael Rossetti (age 52) and sister [her former sister-in-law] Christina Georgina Rossetti (age 51) as written on the base of the cross.

Cansick's Monumental Inscriptions Volume 2 Highgate Cemetery. Highgate Cemetery. To the Dear Memory of My husband, Gabriel Rossetti, Born at Vasto Ammone, In the kingdom of Naples, 28th February, 1783 ; Died in London, 26th April, 1854, "He shall return no more, nor see his native country." — JeremicJi xxii. 10. "Now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly." — Hebrews xi. 16.

Ah dio — ajutami tu. Also to the Memory of Elizabeth Eleanor, Wife of D. G. Rossetti (Eldest son of the above). Who departed on the 11th February, 1862, Aged 30.