Once again, since my contribution to the Eclective’s Haunted Collection is a Victorian horror story, here are some Victorian factoids from a post I wrote in 2011…

Cold air and foul smells caused illness.  Or so most believed.  This was the “miasma” theory.  Because disease was carried by bad smells, surgeons felt free to operate while wearing the same coat, growing ever more stiff with blood and body fluids, for years.  Joseph Lister, inventor of aseptic technique (the notion surgeons should wash their hands, don gloves, and avoid cross contamination while poking about in peoples’ innards) once famously rebuked a physician who, after each surgery, wiped his scalpel on the bottom on his boot before going on to the next patient.  I doubt the offending doctor listened.  Many of Lister’s fellow physicians considered him a neat freak, a scold, and a bit of hysteric.  But he still got “Listerine” named after him.

That Victorian character described as having a “squint” or a “cast to the eye”?  Nowadays, we’d call he or she cross-eyed.   In the 1800s, there was no surgical intervention possible, so society was far more accepting of those with an eye that turned in toward the nose or drifted out toward the wall.  It wasn’t even a detriment to romance.  Once I read a novel which mentioned a pretty blonde girl “with a cast to her eye” dancing with all the eligible young men.  Misaligned eyes, like cataracts or sudden blindness (probably from glaucoma or retinal detachment) were just part of life.

The leading cause of death in the nineteenth century was … Tuberculosis.  A female between the ages of 15 and 35 had a 50% chance of dying of consumption.  (Just like Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge!)  But around mid-century, Victorians won a huge victory against another scourge, smallpox.  In an astonishingly inclusive move, Parliament soon acted to make vaccination free.  But human nature being what it is, they eventually had to make not getting vaccinated against the law.


Victorian novels, personal diaries, and letters are filled with complaints of headaches.  Some believe those headaches came from all the ARSENIC.  Even a gracious home was filled with it — in the carpet, the wallpaper, and the upholstery, not to mention books, paint, cosmetics, and toys.  Makes you wonder if two hundred years from now, folks will marvel how we managed to live so long while consuming high fructose corn syrup and walking around with mobile phones pressed to our skulls.

Opium was readily available, legal, and stamped with the British Imperial seal.  Which was probably good, considering whatever ailed you wasn’t likely to be cured, only endured.  The Victorian Era had an interesting libertarian slant.  People felt free to lecture you about vices — tobacco, prostitutes, gin, and the hookah.  But all were still legal.

The uterus made females acutely prone to melancholia, mania, and of course — hysteria.  “Female hysteria” was a catch-all phrase for almost anything, including sadness, defiance, angry outbursts and disobedience.  Eventually some doctor decided the appropriate treatment was — wait for it — south-of-the-border massage.  The only problem?  Many docs felt the process was extremely time-consuming, not to mention tedious, bringing their patients to that climatic finale.  (Is it any wonder some of these ladies kept behaving badly and returning to their physicians for treatment?)  By 1870, someone finally invented a vibrating machine, sold only to doctors, to satisfy the female hysterics more quickly and increase patient turnover. Read The Technology of Orgasm for more.

Men never showed weakness.  Which probably subtracted as many years off their lives as anemia and overwork combined.  The rules for a man were mostly emotional.  He could be bright but not smart.  He could be neat but not foppish.  He couldn’t show too much interest in his children (effeminate) or expect his wife to welcome his attentions in the bedroom.  He could never show fear or shed tears, even when injured.  And a man who disgraced himself through bad investments or public humiliation had only one recourse: to shoot himself.  Remember during the stock market crash of 1929, all those ruined Wall Street executives — mostly middle-aged men — tossing themselves out of windows?  They were the sons of Victorians.  In general, I hope the idea that financial ruin necessitates suicide died with them.  Though I wouldn’t have minded if Bernie Madoff had decided to carry on the tradition.

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  1. Stephanie, I love these 19th century England factoids. This evening my partner and I finished viewing the BBC’s three-disk Cranford series with Judi Dench, both of us, of course, in tears. The women run things in 1842-44 Cranford whether the men know it or not.

  2. Thanks, Ron! And I appreciate the reminder about Cranford. I love Judi Densch, and that will be the next thing I watch, for sure!

    BTW, if you folks have a region-free DVD player, the third series of Downton Abbey will be available next month from Amazon.co.uk!

  3. Stephanie, my partner and I are so technologically backward we have no idea whether our DVD player is region-free or not. In any event, my partner already bought the US edition of season three for Downton Abbey, but it won’t arrive until January. Christmas will arrive late for us this holiday season!

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