Emily’s resting place
Last weekend, I took a visiting friend to a quiet corner of Floriana, to the aptly named Garden of Rest. Run by Malta’s National Trust, Din l-Art Helwa, the garden lies on the site of Malta’s first Protestant cemetery built during the early decades of the British period until it reached full capacity and was replaced by the larger Ta’ Braxia Cemetery in Pieta.
The site is lovingly and tastefully maintained and presented and features the final resting place of more than 500 people including the Maltese patriot and scholar Mikiel Anton Vassalli and the British diplomat and author John Hookham Frere.
The graves of great men and women aside, whilst walking along the garden paths, I was particularly struck by a simple headstone marking the resting place of a little English girl of eleven who died in Valletta on the 29th May 1837. A little girl called Emily Greig. The details on the headstone are scant. It tells us Emily’s age, her place and date of death and her father’s name: Sir Hector Greig. It also tells us that she was Sir Hector’s only child.
Intrigued by this information I took a few pictures of this memorial and continued on my tour of the cemetery.
Upon my return home I decided to look for information on Sir Hector Greig. My research told me that his first appointment in Malta was that of Superintendent of Quarantine and that he was subsequently appointed as Chief Secretary to the British Government of Malta by Governor Henry Bouverie in 1837. He also served as Chief Secretary under the Governorship of Patrick Stuart until he resigned in September 1846, presumably to return to England. Other responsibilities of his while in Malta included serving on the Board of Health and the Committee of the Charitable Institutions.
My curiosity also unearthed another small piece of history: an envelope for sale on Ebay bearing a postmark dated November 15, 1866 and bearing the handwriting of Sir Hector Grieg: little Emily’s father. A small memento which suddenly became a tangible link to a forgotten girl’s resting place and which now lies in my proud possession!
The front of the envelope contains some very useful information. It is addressed to a Mr Baden of the North British Mercantile Insurance Office in Threadneedle Street in the City of London, the same street which houses the Bank of England. An addendum in somebody else’s handwriting at the top of the envelope notes that Sir Hector, “has been Chief Secretary at Malta” and that he had been “created Knight Commander – 1839”. This latter piece of information indicates that he was Knighted while serving in Malta and this could be due to services he rendered to Her Majesty Queen Adelaide during her visit and stay in Malta between 1838 and 1839. This was the first ever visit of an English Queen to Malta.
The front of the envelope tells us even more! It was posted in 1866, twenty years after Sir Hector’s departure from Malta and twenty nine years after little Emily’s premature demise. The stamp on the Victorian Penny Red stamp indicates that it was posted in London SW18, a postcode which includes Battersea and Wandsworth, suggesting that Sir Hector resided in this part of London upon his return to his country.
The opened flap at the back of the envelope contains some more information in Sir Hector’s own script. It is a short message “with Sir Hector Greig’s compliments to Mr Baden” indicating the enclosure of payment covering “premium on life insurance due 18th November” (1866) for “£27″ 3/4d” which I interpret to signify 27 shillings and three quarters of a penny or one pound and thirty five and three quarters pence in today’s sterling currency. This would be equivalent to a £152 insurance premium in 2017 currency after taking inflation between 1866 and today into account.
It all started off with a casual walk on a sunny autumn morning around a cemetery on a Floriana bastion constructed by the Knights of Malta. A walk during which my attention was drawn to a little foreign girl’s final resting place on a Mediterranean island so far away from her home. And it evolved into my learning a few interesting facts about her father’s sojourn in Malta and my acquiring a small memento bearing his handwriting.
I plan to revisit little Emily’s resting place in the coming weeks. And I will be sure to carry her dear father’s memento with me to place it on her grave so that I can briefly help them reunite again by intersecting across space and time.