August-December 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 15


JWC TO ANNA BROWNELL JAMESON ; 24 October 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18421024-JWC-ABJ-01; CL 15: 146-147


Monday [24 October 1842]

Dearest Mrs Jameson

It is a great consolation to a modest nature like mine, to see that women of genius do sometimes exactly the same sort of stupid things one does oneself! You say that you enclose a letter from Marriotti which I am to keep for you and your letter is an entirely self-containing letter—no word from Marriotti was there! But his wishes were already known to me—nay I was just on the point of sending a note for you out into space, enquiring Lady Byron's address1—Count Pepoli having applied to me for it that he might send back the immortal five pounds.2 Providence (which they say “is kind to women and fools”3—tho' I question the first part of the clause) had so ordered it that the Banker with whom his Countship left the money “to be forwarded free of expence” has found no expenceless means and so, there it was: quite safe, ready to be reclaimed at a moments warning—how I do hope the poor school4 will get it at last!—for well I knew its needs.— There is to be a grand Anniversary of said school—beginning in a distribution of prizes and ending with a supper! N.B. There is to be Mazzini says “a small bowl or box, what shall I say, at the door” to receive any manna of gold or silver that may drop down— There were the glorious time for such a magnificent present as five pounds!— At all events I will send you a printed invitation and beseech you go if you can— M. is so anxious that Lady Byron should come—but from the delicate state of her health I fear there is little hope5— He begs me to give him some names of “well-wishing English”—to whom he may address invitations Do you know any?— This fine flare up of the organ boys does not take place till the 10th of November so that you have time to get quit of your cold, and I think the spectacle of two hundred pairs of such black eyes all flashing out on us “well wishing English” would of itself repay the pains of going—

Harriet writes “Mrs Jameson has been very good and kind to me.6 Bear this in your heart in regard to her.”— As if I had not found out long ago at first hand that Mrs Jameson was “good and kind”—

You ask about myself7—I dare not write on so sorry a subject—myself was never much in favour with me and less now than ever— Do let me see you when you can—but not for a mere call— Bless you

Your affectionate

Jane Carlyle