Warnerâs story, she reproached her fellow countrymen with the âgross injustice and awful criminality of a free nation suffering such an abomination as negro slavery to exist in her dominions.â
Susannaâs letters reveal how much she enjoyed mingling with publishers, essayists and writers when they congregated in the Pringlesâ London drawing room. She was flattered when the intelligentsia made a fuss of her, assuring James Bird with blatantly false modesty, âI am almost sick of flattering encomiums on my genius. How these men in London do talk. I learn daily to laugh at their fine love speeches.â She was eager for friendship with other âbluestockings,â as women writers were often called. Most of all, the ambition to be a much-published, well-known authorâa path on which her sister Agnes was already launchedâbegan to burn in her with a frightening fierceness. Although the Strickland girls were raised to respect intellectual achievement, they were also brought up to be docile wives to whomever they might marry. Susanna was both intoxicated and embarrassed by her hunger for fameâa hunger, she worried, that was ânot only a weak but a criminal passion.â Her angst cannot have been helped by the fact that she was now over twenty-five and, like all her sisters, seemed fated for spinsterhood.
Rivalry between Agnes and Susanna continued to seethe as Susanna began to catch up with her sisterâs success. The two women managed a temporary truce in 1830 when they co-produced a small pamphlet entitled Patriotic Songs , including eight poems, four by each sister, that celebrated England and the monarchy. King William IV was so impressed that he called its authors âan ornament to our country.â And Catharine was relieved to see Agnes and Susanna on better terms. âCould I tell you the joy that fills my heart at the reunion of two sisters, you would rejoice,â wrote the family peacemaker to âkindest and most affectionate Susy.â âMay no worldly consideration, no prejudice, no contradiction of opinion on indifferent subjects ever disturb your love.â
Then, in May 1830, Lieutenant John Dunbar Moodie, an exuberant and cheerful thirty-three-year-old Scot who had just returned from South Africa to look for a wife, turned up at the home of his old friend Thomas Pringle. Soon, he and Susanna were taking walks together on Hampstead Heath, sharing their love of music and reading aloud toeach other. Within two months of Johnâs arrival, Susannaâs interest in theological debate had been overtaken by her enthusiasm for the dashing lieutenant. In the words of her sister Catharine, she had âbecome a convert to Lieutenant Dunbar Moodie.â And John Moodie was petitioning Mrs. Thomas Strickland for her youngest daughterâs hand in marriage.
Chapter 3
Sweet Dreams
J ohn Dunbar Moodie marched into Susanna Stricklandâs life with the verve of a fife-and-drum band. He appeared to offer everything Susanna wanted in a lover. He could match her emotional intensity, and (like her sister Catharine) he could lift her spirits with his infectious optimism and zest for life. Short and stocky, with unruly dark hair, John was just too damn cheerful and healthy to fit the languid ideal of the era, but there was an attractive gallantry to him. He had a score of thrilling anecdotes about his military experiences in the Napoleonic wars and his adventures on the South African veldt, where he had settled after he left the army. As Susannaâs mother noted approvingly, he was a âgentleman of family and high moral character.â And the Scotsman, who was six years older than Susanna, played the flute, composed poetry and wrote the most beautiful love letters. âI feel we cannot live but in each otherâs arms,â he told his âbeloved Susieâ within weeks of meetingher. âMy whole soul is absorbed in one sweet dream