From F_Unknown_SophiaLonsdale_Reminiscences:
My Mother’s sister, Fanny, who came between the three eldest (Mrs Field, Lady Bolland and Mrs Oakeley), was married to Colonel, afterwards General, Fyers. She was neither so beautiful, nor so clever as her sisters, but was a kindly affectionate, honest woman. She knew her husband was not rich. After her marriage she found he had debts, and she stinted and pinched till the debts were paid. Perhaps out of her virtue was left a little drag of overthought of money. And then she was not clever like the others, who never let anyone detect a lack of education in them, although I have heard my mother, when she lived among my father’s literary and learned friends, say she wished a thousand pounds of her fortune had been spent on her education. There was a story that my Aunt Fyers, when taken on board a sailing vessel, asked the Captain if he sailed all night. Perhaps the story was made up.
She had two sons Henry and William, both Colonels, and she had one daughter still alive. She was devoted to Henry, and he to her, but her fondness interfered with this profession, which at last he gave up to please her. She mollycoddled him. Once he had to march with his men in comfortable England. She drove to meet him with sandwiches on the way. I believe he was one of the best of men, the sort of man who would take the blanket off his bed for a poor person. He must have been very handsome before he got the small pox from visiting his men in hospital but indeed he had a beautiful face with a beautiful countenance in his old age. Gentle as he was I am sorry to say I once made him angry by repeating what I had heard that the volunteers, of whom he was Colonel, had had a bad effect upon the inhabitants of Chester. He said indignantly, “Chester is a wicked place, and it had a bad effect upon my men”.
William who was knighted towards the end of his life, was doubtless as brave as brave could be, but in smaller matters than danger to life he was a bit selfish, unlike his brother Henry who thought of anyone’s comfort rather than his own. William went to the Crimean War with a Doctor’s certificate that he was to have meat three times a day. He was sitting quite unconsciously on a high gate with shots going on all round him, too indolent to move. It was one of his troubles that he had never been wounded. I believe he was one of the first men to enter the Redan. He had a nice kind wife and left two sons. Good Henry was never married. He said “Once can’t help being born, and one can’t help dying, but there’s no need to do the middle thing”.
1792 - 1867 (74 years)
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