JBW TO THOMAS CARLYLE; 10 June 1824; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18240610-JBW-TC-01; CL 3:79.
JBW TO THOMAS CARLYLE
[10 June 1824]
Rash, headstrong Man! How nearly have you overthrown in a single hour, what it has cost me such an immensity of pains to bring about! My prudent administration has saved our commonwealth: and just when it begins to wear a prosperous look you risk the whole success of my management on dashes with a pen. Thou a Man of Genius! thou art an ass— Where were your senses while you wrote that letter? What did you mean I should make of it? Not that I should show it to my Mother surely! And yet she must have seen it but for an especial providence of God—and if she had—Woe! Woe! to you and me. Thank God, as I do, that she was absent when your parcel came so that I was able to secret the letter; I said there was none—happily her attention was so engaged with the beautiful Shakespear, that she did not look at me when I told the falsehood; if she had she must have noticed my confusion, I felt as if my whole face was in a flame. Oh my dear friend spare me such horrid moments in time to come.
I write just now by stealth, trusting that this may reach and warn you before you have leisure to write me such another letter— For mercy's sake keep in mind that my peace of mind, my credit with my Mother, the continuance of our correspondence everything depends upon your appearing as my friend and not my Lover. Take no notice of having written with the books, or of having heard from me since you went away. I must reserve my thanks as well as many other things I have upon my mind, for another letter—at present I have neither opportunity nor composure— God almighty bless you
Yours ever ever /
Jane B Welsh