II.

It is as well to know how one’s family dovetails into the community of

such a mosaic work as the British, so I will set down what information

I have on the subject. I presume that a band of Hakes quitted Prussian

Saxony in the olden time for a less sandy soil, and that some of them

settled on the old red sandstone of Devon. The name of Hache gave

itself to a town in the region of Broadcliss, and received a notice in

Doomsday-book. The family no doubt occupied the soil thereabout for

centuries, the name being noticeable in the Broadcliss Register in the

time of Queen Anne. The name, too, is rife in Saxony; at Stassfurt there

is a Hake’s Bridge; besides this there are numerous workmen of the name,

engaged in the salt factories, not to mention a general and count who

commanded the army against the Danes in the Schleswig-Holstein affair.

In England, too, this family name has belonged to all classes, from a

viscount in the time of Edward I., an M.P. for Windsor and a poet, in the

reign of Henry VIII., down to some, who, being in trade, my mother used

to call “the scum of the earth.”

My great-grandfather is reputed to have had land and a mansion called

Bluehayes, hard by Broadcliss; and tradition says it got merged into the

family of Acland by a successful mortgage on their part. My family lived

on the soil for many centuries without being distinguished in any branch

of science, literature, or art.

My mother’s family have had a different career: her father was a soldier,

and the son of one; they were Gordons of the Huntly stock, and came

directly from the Park branch of that house, but how little meaning is

there in a name! Truth to tell the only male descendants of the first

Gordon are the Aberdeen family. In the reign of one David, King of

Scotland, a Norman prince of name forgotten, settled on a territory

called Gordon, north of the Tweed. The elder branch failed after three or

four generations; an only daughter succeeding to the territory, married

a Seton, of Seton, who took the name of Gordon, so that this branch, the

most successful one, having become barons, earls, marquisses, and finally

dukes, are a younger branch of the Setons; baronets of Touch, still

existing, while the Aberdeens, the second branch of Gordon, are the true

descendants.

The centuries that have elapsed must have wholly eradicated the blood of

Gordon in this family that still bears the name, and had the marquisate

from early Scottish kings, whose daughter one of them married: Arabella.

There is something very dry in family history, because no one cares for

other people’s relations. What I note down is to show that I belong to

all classes. I have a cousin who is a baronet named Key; another who

is an earl named Ranfurly; and, as I was told, one of my family was a

butcher named Bedford. In fact, while not a true Briton, which I am glad

of, I have a full share to my name of the Saxon blood. As regards my

mother’s family, they were comparatively obscure in the middle of this

century, and are so still, except in the instance of one individual who

has a statue in Trafalgar Square, set up by the Conservative Government

in perpetual disapproval of the neglect which the hero of Khartoum

experienced at the hands of the Gladstone-Granville administration. But

for that he would have been, like Cromwell, without a statue. Of him I

shall give my opinion in the proper place; and as his name is public

property, I shall trace some of the families from which, in common with

him, I have derived my origin.

I may say, then, that our grandfather, Captain William Augustus

Gordon, was an officer somewhat distinguished in the service. He was

at the taking of Moro Castle, Havanna, Louisburg, and Quebec. At the

siege of Quebec he was on the staff of General Wolf, and saw him die

happy. He retired early from the army, in which he made many powerful

friends—married a lady of many high qualities and great personal beauty,

named Clarke, whose family belonged to Hexham, in Northumberland, the

sister of the Rev. Slaughter Clarke, incumbent of that place, at whose

house he first met her while stationed in the town on military duty. He

had a family by her of four daughters and three sons, of which my mother

was the firstborn.

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