April 1849-December 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 24


JWC TO JOHN FORSTER; 1 December 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18491201-JWC-JF-01; CL 24: 302


[ca. 1 December 1849]

My dear Mr Forster

I hope in God the newspaper arrived safe!— Henry looked so excited when he heard it was consigned to the post office, and exclaimed so wildly “I would not for five pounds that it were lost! Mr Forster would be in such a way,” that I quite trembled with apprehensions about it all the evening! Mr C put it in with his own hand, and out of his own head—

I am still confined to the house, in a very shabby condition indeed—and need cheering spectacles (don't I wish I may get 'em?) a sight of you for example!

Meanwhile thanks for Moloch's book—which I read with immense interest—it is long since I fell in with a novel of this sort all about Love and nothing else whatever—it quite reminds one of one's own Love's young dream— I like it—and like the poor girl who can still believe or even “believe that she believes” all that! God help her—she will sing to another tune if she go on living and writing for twenty years!

I am desired by the other Forster1—the unreal one—it must be since you are “the real“—to forward to you his defence of W Penn2—as if any body out of the family of Friends cared a doit about W. Penn—for me, I never could get up a grain of interest about any Quaker dead or alive except Tawell of the apple pips!3

All good be with you

yours affectionately /

Jane Carlyle