A Black came in after dinner and sat with the ladies...Lord M...calls her Dido, which I suppose is all the name she has. He knows he has been reproached for showing fondness for her...
From The Diary and Letters of His Excellency Thomas Hutchinson,
August 1779
Dido moves quickly—
as from the Latin anime.
Breath or soul.
Beside her, the generations-free kin,
a biscuit figurine in pink.
Dido standing in irony—
the lowest are taller here—
Elizabeth should provide
an unkind contrast: pretty, blond,
pale in uncovered places—
but no.
The painter worships the quickened other.
Dido, his coquette of deep-dish
dimples, his careless, bright love.
Forget history.
She's a teenager.
We know what that means.
Cocky, stupid about reality.
No thought of babies—
feathers in her arms.
She might wave them, clearing
dead mothers from the air—
and surely, she's special—
her uncle dressed her with care,
hid her from triangles and seas
outside this walled garden.
Let her be.
Please.
No Dying Mythical Queen
weaving a vivid, troubled skin—
but Dido, full of girlhood,
and Elizabeth reaching
a hand. Behave, cousin,
she begs.
Don't run away from me.
Dido was the great-niece of William Murray, First Earl of Mansfield; as Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench, he is responsible for the Somersett ruling (1772), which essentially outlawed slavery in England, though not in the colonies.
