The Autobiography of William Jerdan
Letitia Landon to William Jerdan, [28 June 1834]
“Love and fear are the greatest principles of human
existence. If you owed my letter of yesterday to the first of these, you owe
that of to-day to the last. What, in the name of all that is dreadful in the
way of postage, could induce you to put the ‘Gazette’ in your letter? welcome as it was,
it has cost me dear, nearly six shillings. I was so glad to see your
hand-writing that the shock was lost in the pleasure; but truly, when I come to
reflect and put it down in my pocket-book, I am ‘in a state.’ The
‘Gazette’ alone would have only cost
twopence, and the letter deux francs;
but altogether it is ruinous. Please when you next write, let it be on the
thinnest paper, and put a wafer. Still I was delighted to hear from you, and a
most amusing letter it was. The ‘Gazette’
is a real treat. It is such an excellent one as to make me quite jealous. I
have, however, given but a hurried glance, having lent it to Colonel
Fagan. I am now pretty well recovered from the fatigue of my
journey, and have this evening sent round my letters. I was this morning
à l’exposition, an
admirable exhibition, a great stimulus to national industry. Such shawls! and
the carpets are beautiful, and velvets which made into waistcoats would be too
destructive.* Thence we went to the Louvre, certainly the most superb gallery
in the world. I cannot but notice the politeness of the French to strangers; it
* This waistcoat became a sore jocular subject; for
my kind friend tried to smuggle a “destructive” for me, but
was detected flagrante
delicto at Dover, stript to the skin, and divested
not only of the male garment, but of other less fiscally obnoxious
articles concealed in its vicinity. |
was not one of~the public days, but all foreigners are
admitted on showing their passports. Who do you think I met on the Boulevards
to-day? Mr. Gore. He recognised me at
once; was so polite, offered his services in any possible manner; and I dare
say I should have found them an agreeable acquaintance; but unfortunately
Mrs. Gore is just confined; they are
quite the rage here. He asked so politely after you. Miss
Gibbon I find such a pleasant companion; and ladies can walk in
any part of Paris without the least molestation. I really know not what I
should have done without her. We walked together till nearly ten o’clock
in the Tuileries last night; such a gay-looking crowd. She and another young
lady are gone to-night to the Champs Elysées. I, however, have staid at
home to write to you. See what the fright of a few francs can effect. Gloves,
stockings, shoes, &c., are exceedingly cheap here. Whether it is, perhaps,
that one is more on the look out for them; but never were so many things
assembled together. The French ladies, I must say, well deserve their
reputation for tournure and grace.
There is certainly an air, or something, which it is quite impossible to
describe. They are not thought pretty generally. As yet I have really had
nothing to put in a journal; my only approach to an adventure has been as
follows:—I was advised, as the best remedy against the excessive fatigue under
which I was suffering, to take a bath, which I did early one morning. I found
it quite delicious, and was reading ‘La
Dernière Journée,’ when I fell asleep,
and was in consequence nearly drowned. I suppose the noise of the book falling
aroused me, and I shall never forget the really dreadful feeling of
suffocation, the ringing in my ears like a great bell with which I awakened. I
think some very interesting papers might be written on
the modern French authors. We know nothing of them. If I do write them I must
buy some. At Galignani’s they only
allow two works at a time, and I can scarcely get any that I desire. I am
thinking of subscribing to a French library. One feels the want of a gentleman
here very much. Poor Miss Turin is still ill.
Miss Gibbon and I, even now, daily plan our return;
but she cannot leave Paris till after an event, which is, however, daily
expected. The dinners are exquisite. I wish, instead of a stupid letter, I
could send you some of the plats. We
have to use what is quite a rational phrase—such a gentil femme de chambre. You will perceive from the
paper on which I write that I have at least made one purchase in Paris. I am so
very glad that the dear girls* went to the theatre. How very kind you are.
Remember me to all enquiring friends, and believe me,
“I was so glad of your letter.
“I have been hitherto too ill to do anything; but
I have quite arranged my plan to write in my own room four or five hours
every morning, so I hope to get a good deal done. Adieu, au révoir.
“On Tuesday next Miss
Montgomery goes to England, and as she will take charge of
letters I shall write by her. To-morrow we are going with her to a
M. Dupin’s maison de campagne, so I shall see the interior of
a French family at the summit of rural felicity. You shall have a full
account.
“Many thanks for the letter to Miss
Greenwood.”
John Anthony Galignani (1796-1873)
Bookseller with his brother William; in 1821 they succeeded their father as publishers of
the Parisian newspaper
Galignani's Messenger..
Catherine Grace Frances Gore [née Moody] (1799-1861)
English novelist, the daughter of Charles Moody; she married Charles Arthur Gore in 1823
and wrote a series of best-selling ‘silver-fork’ fictions.
Charles Arthur Gore (d. 1846)
Captain in the 1st Regiment of Life Guards; he married the novelist Catherine Moody in
1823.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon [L. E. L.] (1802-1838)
English poet who came to attention through the
Literary Gazette;
she published three volumes in 1825. She was the object of unflattering gossip prior to her
marriage to George Maclean in 1838.