This year marks the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s death. Ella Walker retraces the author’s life in Hampshire.
Trudging through the misty graveyard of St Nicholas Church in Steventon, Hampshire, on a chilly Saturday morning, I could really do with some of the ringed patterns Jane Austen and her sister Cassandra strapped to their boots to keep off the sodden, muddy ground.
Church warden Linton, who is white-haired and stooped with age, but robust and animated with it, has taken care of the village’s place of worship since 1993 – and in the process, the Austen family legacy here.
He pulls a circular piece of metal from a nook in the stone wall and hands it to me. Like traditional skates, but without the sharp slip of blade for carving through ice, he explains there’s no knowing whether Jane used this particular pattern to keep her feet dry, “but there’s certainly a chance”.
This is the church where Jane’s father, George Austen, was rector, from her birth, in 1775, until the family moved to Bath in 1800, when Jane’s brother James took it on.
Simple and compact, with a sharp taupe steeple puncturing the grey, wintry sky, it’s a plain, stocky building. Inside is quiet, the cool air percolating with a sense of history.
I am visiting Jane’s home county of Hampshire as 2017 marks the 200th anniversary of her death from suspected Addison’s disease, in 1817, aged just 41.
St Nicholas’s is something of a pilgrimage site for Austen fans around the world. The church and grounds are open to visitors, and there are regular services people can attend, too.
Linton shows me an entry in the parish marriage registry that contains Jane’s scrawl, where she’d jokily inserted herself. “Jane got hold of it when she was a teenager for a lark,” he says, adding, with a chuckle: “What her father thought of it is not on record!”
The author of Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Mansfield Park, Persuasion, Northanger Abbey and Emma (Linton’s favourite), Jane’s body of work is, frankly, one of the most searing, amusing and nuanced in existence.
She queried – bitingly and drolly – the role of women, religion, marriage and wealth, in ways that no one before her had attempted, and no one since has surpassed.
While in Steventon, all that’s left of the rectory where Jane grew up is the church, a towering elm, a twisty lime tree and a gate, there is more of her to be found in nearby Chawton.
A wide, red brick house squats on the corner of the village, eaves windows peeping at a tea room across the street, glass all fogged up by cakes baking and steaming mugs of tea.
The house was bestowed upon Jane, her mother, her sister and family friend Martha Lloyd in 1809, by Jane’s brother Edward, who owned it as part of his far grander estate close by, Chawton House.
Now home to the Jane Austen’s House Museum, the nook of a cottage has a curvy garden crammed with fragrant herbs and bitter plants that would have been used in tinctures and homemade medicines, while inside you can find trinkets and replicas of the Austen household’s belongings, including a turquoise and gold ring of Jane’s.
The cottage is where Jane did the bulk of her writing, so finding yourself stood in front of the tiny, teetering walnut desk and chair where Lizzie Bennett, Anne Elliot and Emma came into being is actually quite emotional.
Her gravestone, then, in the floor of the vaulted Winchester Cathedral, scuffed by generations of visitors’ feet until it gleams blackly, knocks you out with its simplicity.
It’s quite a slab, but it doesn’t say what she did, or who she really was. Instead, her male relatives decided to highlight her “charity, devotion, faith and purity” in the inscription.
Historians wrangle over this omission, one that’s arguably a deception and a disservice. Did they do it because they were both proud of Jane’s writing – hence the expense of laying her to rest in Winchester Cathedral – but also conflicted? After all, an unmarried woman supporting herself through novel writing was not exactly the “done” thing. Best instead to mention “the extraordinary endowments of her mind” without noting just how progressive and profound her mind and ideas really were.
Of course, the cathedral now has a permanent exhibition detailing Jane’s achievements, and features a series of illustrated boards that share biographical notes and snippets on her novels.
The problem is, for someone who changed so drastically the way we think about the novel, there is comparatively little known about Jane, and many of her private letters that could shed more light are still guarded closely by her descendents.
The truth is, the only place you’ll ever really find Jane, is in her books.
Ella Walker was a guest of VisitHampshire (www.visit-hampshire.co.uk)
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Details of events and exhibitions scheduled for Jane Austen 200: A life in Hampshire can be found at janeausten200.co.uk