The native American. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1840, 1839-06-01
LADY BULWER's CHEVELEY.


Our final impressions, on closing this work,
are that the fair authoress is satirica, sharp,
rather witty woman; and withal Tartar, of the
lntensest school. Indeed, we can hardly imagine
how the parties managed, under the circumstances,
10 escape the fate of those marvellous cats
which deceased in nilkenny,--o how there was
any thing left of either. We cannot dispossess
ourselves Of the idea that the lady has had wrongs
but II would seem that the ferceness of her
spirit as well as the game of her phusioue
would create soul of mutiny under the shell of
| terrapln-to say nothing of man of high-strunp
lsenslhillties, and triumphant, and therefore i'm.
patient, genius.-Ihe suboined sketch of her
ladyship is from the COrsair,-one of whose
editors, Mr.. Willis, she has caricatured in her
novel, under the similllude of one who, tho in
tended for quite another parsonage, speaks and
acts precisely like an English cockney. There
is not faithful shade or lineament, either as 10
speech, manner or form, in the whole picture. IF
her ladyship's others are not BETTER there are no
transcripts of real life in the whole production
The assaulted party who draws the following,
might say to her, in the spirit of the Italian, II
also am painter! Philadelphia Gazette
Miss Wheeler, (aiias Julia Neville, ALIAS Lady
l.ytton Bulwer,) was the daughter of most
worthy and respectable widow, living some three
the rear of Seymour Place, May Fair. Mrs.
Wheeler was early left widow with one daughter,
a pale, handsome, slender girl, who CHANGED to
attract the attention of Edward Bulwer, then fresh
from college.-The attachment was a romantic
one, and soon discovered, and strenuously oppos-
ed by Mr. Buwers mother. We have many
times listened to the story OF their meeting ..to
drink tea' with a sympathising lady, who &C.
cupied three pair of stairs back,' in Fleet
Street, and who ultimately succeeded in marrv
ing two persons, who were neither, as she then
thought, 'long for this world.' 70 her great
surprise, Miss Wheeler has since turned out to
be among the latest of women, and Mr.. Bulwer
the most immortal Of men. The aristocratic
mother was soon reconciled to the match, but az
the novel shows, the daughter-in-law continued to
live at swords points with every member of the
family, her husband included. Bulwer bore her
'ncompatibility" as long as he could in form.
and finally bought beautiful house in the country
not far from London, furnished it exqusitely. and
supplying her every earthly want but that of his
own society, left her to eXpend her eccentrcities
on her dogs, which, to the number of a round do.
zen, are her perpetual companions. They THE
dogs) are immortalised collectively and indiyidu-
ally, in Cheveey.
So much for the real history which has been
made the basis Of this novel The scenery part
OF 1t is from her Ladyship's album, the record of
a journey she made some seven years ago to
Naples, in her husbands company. Who the
''Mowbray'' of that excursion was we are unable
to say, but we presume should Mr.. Bulwer take
her hint and be killed by FESTIVE horse, she will
inform US by her carrying out her story with
re-marriage. We happened to follow very closely
on her track through the principal cities of Italy,
buiwe will bear witness, fcalled upon in Doctors
Commons, that with the exception of a king
Charles spaniel, we never heard her name as.
sociated with any male whatever. We have
grounds for believing that her Ladyship misre-
presents herself in another particular, the silent
grief with which Lady de Clifford receives the
marks of her husbands GOODNESS and indifference
In one chapter, she makes her lord threaten her
with blow. In physical strength, Mr.. Bulwer
is much the ''weaker vessel,' and has, it is COM
monty said, very often been made to realize il
Mrs. BIS incuasions vief arnais into his bachelors
rooms in the albany" at unreasonable hours.
compelled the unresisting author at last to accent
a friendly invitation, and take refuge for his
household gods with Count d'Orsay. Here At
present ne lives, under the protection of an inex-
orable porter at the door, and vigilant .tiger"
wlthin,and the spite that was thus suppressed
in her ladyship's nails has oozed out from her
fingers ends--in novel.