19th century literature, Correspondence, Harriet Martineau, Jane Austen, Jane Welsh Carlyle, Jane Welsh Carlyle and Her Victorian World, Kathy Chamberlain, Letter-Writers, Thomas Carlyle, Victorian Literature, Victorian Period, Women Writers
Daily Snippet #24: Page 134 / 100 Words
Kathy Chamberlain. Jane Walsh Carlyle and Her Victorian World: A Story of Love, Work, Friendship, and Marriage. London: Duckworth Overlook, 2017.
‘‘Harriet Martineau expects that the whole system of medecine [sic] is going to be flung to the dogs presently,’ Jane told a Scottish correspondent, ‘and that henceforth instead of Physicians we are to have Magnetizers! May be so! but ‘I as one solitary individual’ (my husbands favourite phrase) will in that case prefer my sickness to the cure – one knows that sickness at all events comes from God – and is not at all sure that such cure does not come from the Devil – The wonder is that sensible people who heard tell since ever they were born of witchcraft and….’”
The Cast of Characters:
Jane Welsh Carlyle, ca. 1856, by Mrs. Paulet. National Trust, Carlyle’s House; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation [Wikipedia]
Arrangement in Grey and Black, No. 2: Portrait of Thomas Carlyle. James McNeill Whistler, 1872–73 [Wikipedia]
Harriet Martineau by Richard Evans (1834 or before) [Wikipedia]
And anything on Jane Austen?
Chamberlain writes: “Jane’s writing has a good deal in common with that other Jane, Jane Austen: both are sharply observant, humorous, ironic, and morally astute. Because of the gifts she displayed in letters and conversation, literary London sometimes suspected Jane Carlyle of being the author of “the Jane Eyre books,” before it became known that the Brontë sisters were behind the pseudonyms Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.” [p14]
And what did Carlyle think of Jane Austen?
“Dismissing several modern works in turn, Jane concluded. ‘Oh! – Ah! – Well! Miss Austin [sic]’, adding ‘Too washy–watergruel for mind and body at the same time were too bad.’” [p91]
Alas! I missed the snippet yesterday…