Lady Russell’s health was broken, and she was threatened with blindness. It has been said that she wept herself blind, but this is hardly true. It was discovered she had cataract, and must give up writing by candlelight and reading.
Soon after her son, Lord Tavistock, was married at fifteen to a rich heiress, and her daughter Catherine to a nobleman.
An amusing account is given of Catherine and her husband, which shows what favour the family was in at this time.
When they drew near Belvoir, where they were going to stay, verses were presented them on the occasion of their happy marriage; at the gate stood “four-and-twenty fiddlers all in a row; four-and-twenty trumpeters with their tan-tara-ra-ra’s; four-and-twenty ladies, and as many parsons.”
Her son was only just married when Lady Russell was requested to let him stand to be elected to the House of Commons. He was just going to Cambridge to study, a mere boy, and his mother, feeling it would ruin his future, and turn his head, to enter parliament so young, refused, though the offer was a tempting one.
In 1701 she was called to the deathbed of that son, who had caught small pox, which was raging at that time. His wife and little children had been obliged to flee from it, and his mother was left to comfort his last hours.
“I did not know the greatness of my love to him, till I could see him no more,” she cried, when he had gone. She was confused and stunned by the suddenness of his death, but she had need of all her strength, for another blow was close at hand.
Six months after, her second daughter Catherine died. Rachel, Duchess of Devonshire, was very ill at the time, but, knowing of her sister’s illness, she constantly enquired for her. It was all the poor mother could do to keep up herself, and conceal from Rachel the death of her sister for a time.
The last years of Lady Russell’s life were calm, but very sad;—her husband, her son and daughter, were all gone, and she longed to follow them.
At last, on a September day in 1723, she died in the arms of her daughter Rachel, the little “Fubs” of bygone days, and she was buried beside the husband whom she had loved and served so devotedly during the few happy years of their married life.