October 1833-December 1834

The Collected Letters, Volume 7


JWC TO ELIZA STODART; 10 January 1834; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18340110-JWC-EA-01; CL 7:67.


Falsest of womankind canst thou declare

all thy fond plighted vows fleeting as air?1

Why in the Devils name dont you write to me? I have a quantity of things to tell you—things new and strange but what encouragement have I to communicate a single iota of them; since the fullest letter once committed to the post office for you, seems sent out into infinite space procuring me not even so much as an assurance that it has reached its destination

No you shall have no letter till you alter your figure as a correspondent! I merely take the opportunity of a frank to the Advocate (who is an example of constancy to such defaulters as you) to suggest to you that human patience has limits; a truth which you seem to have altogethe[r] lost sight of—and that I begin to be weary of the treatment I experience here; and so God bless you, and mend you— Your Uncle would use me better I wager; if he had ever been in the habit of corresponding with me—“but there is no truth in woman['s] Love[.]”2 A kiss to him[;] to you a vehement remonstrance—

Your affectionate too placable /

Jane W Carlyle

Craigenputtoch 10th January [1834]