The Collected Letters, Volume 12


JWC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 22 October 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18401022-JWC-JF-01; CL 12: 299


[22 October 1840]

My dear Mr Forster

I find no record either in Ancient or Modern History of any woman as poignantly circumstanced as myself; unless perhaps Mrs Job1

This man of mine will absolutely do nothing but write books and be sick— He declares himself to be altogether unequal to the lark which you proposed to us on Saturday;2 after I had set my heart on it for twenty four hours! And you must know that when I do set my heart on anything—as happens but seldom—I do it with such a vengeance!

Think of some means of consoling me— I can suggest to you a very possible means if you will be obliging enough to adopt it— Do you come and dine here some day next week, and take me to the play my own self, which is my only chance of getting— I leave the day to you, that you may choose that which is least inconvenient—only send me timely notice that I may not be out of the way.

Very truly yours /

Jane Carlyle

Thursday evening
Cheyne Row

I will find somebody to take care of me home so that you may not have that botheration in addition to the rest.