None at all, then three come along at once. In the space of a few years, three novels based around babies left at The Foundling Hospital in Coram’s Fields. All very different, but each one, centred around an infant left at the hospital. The Foundling by Stacey Halls tells the story from the perspective of the mother and another women, each holding a secret that involves the child. That Bonesetter Woman by Frances Quinn takes the story and gives the greater part to the aunt. A young woman is seduced by a much richer man, who rejects her. So the two sisters go to live with an aunt in London and the child is taken to The Foundling Hospital.
But Lily is a different story all together. An abandoned baby is found at the gates of Victoria Park by a young policemen, who in spite of the weather carries her to The Hospital, she is fostered out to a farm in Suffolk for six years, and returned, by law to The Hospital to be trained to a better life. In this novel, by Rose Tremain, the story is that of the child. A novel full of love and hope as well as bitter despair, brutality, cruelty and vengeance.
The circumstances of illegitimacy were pitiless. For a society lady there were exigencies that could be managed; for the middle classes avenues of secrecy could be made available, the pregnancy concealed and dealt with. For the indigent poor there was little anyone could do. Thomas Coram thought that there was something to be said for offering all these mothers a way out of their difficulty. Babies could be brought to the hospital, sometimes with a token so that should the situation be changed after six years, they could be reclaimed. The babies were then farmed out for a sum to foster-parents, but they had to return them after six years, at which point they were trained for work.
The Foundling Hospital still exists, but as a museum and it is a poignant place to visit. Many of the tokens are still there and can be viewed, tokens that represent the hope of a change of circumstance which clearly never came.
Rose Tremain has a perfected historical sensibility, it breathes life into her work, so that the textures and smells, even the taste of food, sour yellow apples or marmalade pudding, inject an authenticity into the narrative that is hard to shake off, even after you have put the book down.