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--- Goddaughter of Aunt Caroline (Lady Caroline Georgiana Eliot)
--- "London Standard" Wednesday, 04 Oct 1865, page 7:
DEATHS
Raglan.- Sept. 30, at Wimbledon, the Lady Raglan, aged 33.
--- "Monmouthshire Beacon" 14 Oct 1865, page 4:
THE LATE LADY RAGLAN.--- In noticing the death of this esteemed lady the Court Journal says:--- "Many of our readers will learn with deep regret the intelligence of the premature death of Lady Raglan. The mournful event happened on Saturday morning, at Wimbledon, where Lord Raglan and his lamented wife had taken a temporary residence. The deceased, Georgianna Lady Raglan, was the third and only surviving daughter of Henry Beauchamp Lygon, second Earl of Beauchamp, by his wife Lady Susan Caroline, second daughter of William, second Earl of St. Germans. She was born July 30th, 1832, and married, Sept. 25th, 1856, the present Lord Raglan. The deceased lady leaves a youthful family of four children. The late Lady Raglan was confined of a son on the 9th of August, at the town residence of the family in Great Cumberland Street, and had removed to Wimbledon a few days since to recruit her strength.
--- "Yorkshire Gazette" Saturday, 07 Oct 1865, page 3 of 12:
DEATH OF LADY RAGLAN. --- We have to announce the demise of Lady Raglan, which event occured on Saturday last, after a very short illness. Her ladyship was the only daughter of the late Earl Beauchamp, and was born in 1832. She leaves a youthful family by Lord Raglan, to whom she was married in September, 1856.
--- "Hereford Times" 05 October 1867, page 3:
Re-Interment.--- The remains of the late Lady Raglan, sister to Earl Beauchamp, were removed from Brompton Cemetery, under a faculty from the Bishop of London, and re-interred in a brick vault in Madresfield churchyard yesterday (Friday) week. The bodies of Miss Marks and Miss Susan Marks, who waited on her ladyship, and died some time after her, were also removed. The ceremony was strictly private.
[She was re-interred on 20 Sep 1867]
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--- "The True Story of My Life: An Autobiography by Alice M. Diehl" by Alice Mangold Diehl, 1908, page 45:
Then last, but not least --- for my mother had hosts of other good friends, among them Mr. Hertz, the great art connousseur, and his family--- there was the beautiful Miss Lygon, afterwards, when her father became Earl Beauchamp, Lady Georgiana Lygon, who later on married Lord Raglan, the son of the well-known General.
Lady Georgiana was a constant visitor, and after we were considered old enough, we were her frequent guests in Grosvenor Place.
Her deputy-mother --- to whose care she and her eldest sister, Felicia, were urgently confided by their young mother, Lady Susan Lygon, on her death-bed --- was a Miss Marks, the elder and more robust sister of my own always beloved godmother, Susanna Marks. Thus we children became of interest to one of the loveliest girls ever created, and, lover of beauty as I was, each time that we met, whether she came to see my mother, whom she evidently valued very highly, or we 'spent the day' at Grosvenor Place, or joined the children invited to her parties, each occasion was like a star in my memory. It was always there, shining, in the dull sky of my London life.
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There were other concerts at which I played. And once again I found my self in salons where artists were always welcome. But the event of 1863 --- in my case an event which, by a concatenation of incidents, led to the shunting of my life into other channels --- was my introduction by our friend of life, Lady Raglan (formerly Lady Georgiana Lygon), to the patron of music and musicians, the Earl of Dudley.
The beautiful creature was always, in her unselfish life, thinking of others. She never left us long without finding out how we fared, and doing her utmost to help and further our interests. I do not remember which year it was that she married the son of the celebrated Lord Raglan, but I well recollect the array of wedding-presents --- we were 'spending the day' in Grosvenor Place, as so often before--- and the gratification it was to see our modest offerings among the diamonds and the gold, also, a few days later, the marriage in a Belgravian church of extremest High Church tendencies. I can see her now, coming down the church on her bridegroom's arm, in a heavy lace veil thrown back over as heavy a wreath of real orange-blossoms, the old lace, and thick silk of her rich, plain gown --- chimed in ill with the unusual pallor of her ordinarily peach-like complexion. Her dark-blue eyes looked very blue, her dark hair very dark, and there was a sadness in her rare, sweet smile as she noticed her special friends as she left the church on her husband's arm, which, to me, boded ill. I felt singularly depressed for some time after --- one of those horrible whispers which meant death had unnerved me as that lovely, pale bride went by . . . She died, all too young, in the first fullness of rich, beautiful yought, as her mother, Lady Susan Lygon, and her sister, Lady Felicia Cavendish, had died before her.
But before her premature translation, she had a time of healthy, happy wife and motherhood. In the early days of her married life she suggested to my mother that a special introduction from herself to Lord Dudley might help me on.
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