William Godwin: his Friends and Contemporaries
        Ch. VII. 1806-1811
        William Godwin to Mary Jane Godwin, 18 May 1811
        
        
          
        
        
          
        
       
      
      
      
      
     
     
    
    
    
     “My Dearest Love,—Saturday
                                    was my great and terrible day, and I was compelled to look about me, to see how
                                    it could be provided for. I had less than £20 remaining in my drawer. I sent
                                        Joseph to Lambert and Macmillan: no answer from either: Lambert
                                    not at home. Bradley then undertook the expedition to
                                        Mercu and Jabart: he preferred Friday to Saturday: I therefore desired
                                    him to take Lambert on the way. This time I was
                                    successful: the good creature sent me £100, and at six in the evening
                                        Macmillan sent me £50, having, as you remember,
                                    brought me the other £50 on Tuesday last. This was something, but as there is
                                    no sweet without its sour, about the same time came a note from Hume desiring he might have £40 on Monday. 
    
     “After dinner Fanny told me she was sure she had seen Mr and Miss
                                        Lamb walking arm-in-arm at a distance in the street. I could not
                                    be easy till I had ascertained the truth of this intelligence, and I hastened
                                    to the Temple. It was so: they were not at home; gone to the play: but their
                                        Jane told me that her mistress came home on Tuesday
                                    the 7th of May. Lamb returned my visit at breakfast this
                                    morning. To return to business. 
    
     “I began to cast about how I was to comply with
                                        Hume’s request. I was still
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![]() £70. I had, however, Place’s bill in my possession, but who
                                    was to discount it? I thought perhaps Toulmin would do it,
                                    I looked upon my list of discounters. By some oversight I had omitted to put
                                    the name to the discounter of one of Hume’s bills. I thought by studying my journal I should
                                    be able to find it. I was unsuccessful. In the midst of this, however, my eye
                                    caught a bill of £140 of Place, that fell due next Friday.
                                    I had carefully put this out of my mind in the midst of the embarrassments of
                                    the present week, and had wholly forgotten it. Perhaps I never felt a more
                                    terrible sensation in my life, than when it thus returned to me. Lambert’s and Macmillan’s money had made me cheerful: I walked erect in
                                    my little sally to the Temple: I flung about my arms. with the air of a man who
                                    felt himself heart-whole. The moment I saw the £140 I felt a cold swelling in
                                    the inside of my throat—a sensation I am subject to in terrible situations—and
                                    my head ached in the most discomfortable manner. I had just been puzzling how I
                                    could discount the £100 I had by me: what was I to do with £140 beside? If
                                        Turner had not come in just then, I
                                    think I should have gone mad; as it was, the morsel of meat I put in my mouth
                                    at supper stuck in my throat. My ultimate determination was, that I had no
                                    resource but to write to Norwich.
 £70. I had, however, Place’s bill in my possession, but who
                                    was to discount it? I thought perhaps Toulmin would do it,
                                    I looked upon my list of discounters. By some oversight I had omitted to put
                                    the name to the discounter of one of Hume’s bills. I thought by studying my journal I should
                                    be able to find it. I was unsuccessful. In the midst of this, however, my eye
                                    caught a bill of £140 of Place, that fell due next Friday.
                                    I had carefully put this out of my mind in the midst of the embarrassments of
                                    the present week, and had wholly forgotten it. Perhaps I never felt a more
                                    terrible sensation in my life, than when it thus returned to me. Lambert’s and Macmillan’s money had made me cheerful: I walked erect in
                                    my little sally to the Temple: I flung about my arms. with the air of a man who
                                    felt himself heart-whole. The moment I saw the £140 I felt a cold swelling in
                                    the inside of my throat—a sensation I am subject to in terrible situations—and
                                    my head ached in the most discomfortable manner. I had just been puzzling how I
                                    could discount the £100 I had by me: what was I to do with £140 beside? If
                                        Turner had not come in just then, I
                                    think I should have gone mad; as it was, the morsel of meat I put in my mouth
                                    at supper stuck in my throat. My ultimate determination was, that I had no
                                    resource but to write to Norwich. 
    
     “This morning, however, the first thing I did was to
                                    send a note to Place, to state the
                                    circumstances, and to ask whether he must have the money to a day. He
                                    immediately came to me by way of answer, and told me he could wait till the
                                    30th: a glorious reprieve! 
    
     “. . . . The post of to-day brought me £100 upon the
                                    house of Baring. It comes from the great American manager,
                                    with directions for me to furnish books, according to certain rules he lays
                                    down, at the rate of £100 per annum—this £100 being the earnest for the first
                                    year. His letter is a very kind one: I daresay he takes this step with a view
                                    to serve me in a certain degree: at any rate never did windfall come more
                                    opportunely. I need not tell you that Theobald or anybody
                                    will discount a bill, when accepted, on the house of Baring. . . . 
    
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     “. . . . Take care of yourself. Remember that you
                                    have gone to the place where you are in search of repose. The money and the
                                    time will be worse than thrown away if this is not the purchase. . . . . Tell
                                        Mary that, in spite of unfavourable
                                    appearances, I have still faith that she will become a wise and, what is more,
                                    a good and a happy woman. . . . . I have just been into the next room to ask
                                    the children if they have any messages. They are both anxious to hear from you.
                                        Jane says she hopes you stuck on the
                                    Goodwin sands, and that the sailors frightened you a little. 
    
    Clara Mary Jane Clairmont  (1798-1879)  
                  The illegitimate daughter of the second Mrs. William Godwin; she was part of the Shelley
                        household in Italy and the mother of Byron's daughter Allegra, afterwards working as a
                        governess in Russia.
               
 
    Fanny Imlay Godwin  (1794-1816)  
                  The daughter of Mary Wollstonecraft and Gilbert Imlay; she lived in the Godwin household
                        and died a suicide.
               
 
    Joseph Godwin  (d. 1825)  
                  The younger brother of William Godwin; he married in 1776, worked as a business agent in
                        London, and died in debtor's prison.
               
 
    Joseph Hume  (1767-1844)  
                  A clerk in the Victualling Office at Somerset House; he was a translator of Dante and
                        friend of Godwin, Lamb, Hazlitt, and Henry Crabb Robinson.
               
 
    Joseph Hume  (1777-1855)  
                  After service in India he became a radical MP for Weymouth (1812), Aberdeen (1818-30,
                        1842-55), Middlesex (1830-37), and Kilkenny (1837-41); he was an associate of John Cam
                        Hobhouse and a member of the London Greek Committee. Maria Edgeworth: “Don't like him
                        much; attacks all things and persons, never listens, has no judgment.”
               
 
    Charles Lamb [Elia]   (1775-1834)  
                  English essayist and boyhood friend of Coleridge at Christ's Hospital; author of 
Essays of Elia published in the 
London
                            Magazine (collected 1823, 1833) and other works.
               
 
    Mary Anne Lamb  (1764-1847)  
                  Sister of Charles Lamb with whom she wrote Tales from Shakespeare (1807). She lived with
                        her brother, having killed their mother in a temporary fit of insanity.
               
 
    John Lambert  (1816 fl.)  
                  He was the printer of the 
Morning Chronicle (1793-1810).
               
 
    B. McMillan  (1830 fl.)  
                  Of Bow-Street, Covent Garden, “Printer in Ordinary to His Majesty”; he did
                        work for the Godwins' Juvenile Library and printed Shelley's 
Revolt of
                            Islam.
               
 
    Francis Place  (1771-1854)  
                  A prosperous London tailor and political radical associated with Burdett and Hobhouse; he
                        wrote for the 
Westminster Review.
               
 
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley  [née Godwin]   (1797-1851)  
                  English novelist, daughter of William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecaft, and the second wife
                        of Percy Bysshe Shelley. She is the author of 
Frankenstein (1818)
                        and 
The Last Man (1835) and the editor of Shelley's works
                        (1839-40).
               
 
    Benjamin Tabart  (1767-1833)  
                  London bookseller and owner of a circulating library; he published 
Tabart's Juvenile Library.
               
 
    Thomas Turner  (1836 fl.)  
                  Of Binfield in Berkshire; he was a London attorney and friend of William Godwin who in
                        1812 married Cornelia de Boinville.