"I will write the paper as you bid me. Only, in the face
of all that is to come, I solemnly tell you that neither I nor mine .. certainly
not I .. will consent to an act of injustice, disinheriting my last hours
(whenever they shall come) of a natural satisfaction. You are noble in all
things—but this will not be in your power—— I will not discuss it so as to teaze
you—. Your reputation is dear to me of course .. the thoughts which men shall
have of you in the least matter, I would choose to keep clean .. free from every
possible taint. But it will be obvious to all, that if you pleased, you might
throw out of the windows everything called mine, the moment after our
marriage—interest & principal——why not? And if you abstain from this, &
after your own death allow the sum which originally came from my family, to
relapse there .. why it is all of pure generosity on your part—& they will
understand it as I do, .. as generosity .. as more than justice. Well—let
that be! It is your act, & not mine, letting it be—& I have no
objection to show you what my wishes are, (mere wishes) so helping you to carry
out such an act in the best way. I send you the paper therefore—to that
end—& only that end– There, you must stop– I never will consent to the
extravagance you propose about yourself. You
shall not, if you love me, think of carrying it out. If I thought you
could be so hard on me, .. do you know, I would rather throw it all up
now into the hands of my sisters, & be poor with you at once—I could bear
that so much better than the thoughts of leaving you to be poor.
Or, would you be easier, dearest .. if a part were relinquished
now? would it make you easier .. & would you promise me, so,
that what is mine should be accepted as yours to the end? The worst is that if I
were ill, I shd be a burden to you, & thus we might have reasons for regret.
Still it shall be as pleases you best—— But I must be pleased a little
too– It is fair that I should.
Certainly you exaggerate to yourself the position. What
would have become of you if you had loved a real heiress instead? That
would have been a misfortune– As it is, while you are plotting how to get
rid of these penny pieces, everybody will be pitying you for having fixed
yourself in such conditions of starvation– You, who might have married
Miss Burdett Coutts!
See how I teaze you!—first promising not to teaze you!
But always I am worse than I meant to be. Was’nt it your fault a little for
bringing up this horrible subject?—but here is the paper—the only sort of
‘settlement’ we shall have!– Always I have said & sworn that I never, if I
married, wd have a settlement—and now I thank God to be able to keep my word
so– This only is a settlement of the question–"
Here is the text of the document included with the letter:
"In compliance with the request of Robert Browning, who
may possibly become my husband, that I would express in writing my wishes
respecting the ultimate disposal of whatever property I possess at this time,
whether in the funds or elsewhere, .. I here declare my wishes to be .. that he,
Robert Browning, .. having, of course, as it is his right to do, first held
& used the property in question for the term of his natural life, .. should
bequeath the same, by an equal division, to my two sisters, or, in the case of
the previous death of either or both of them, to such of my surviving brothers
as most shall need it by the judgement of my eldest surviving brother.
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett.
Wimpole Street. July. 1846–"
I smile at the wording: "who may possibly become my husband". She is still leaving him on 'golden hooks'. So, Browning is to keep the income for his lifetime. I suspect that is actually a pretty unusual arrangement for the day. Browning was a very proud man. The postscript of her letter said:
"Is this what is called a document? It seems to me that I have a sort of legal
genius—& that I should be on the Woolsack in the Martineau-Parliament– But it seems, too, rather bold to
attach such a specification to your name—— Laugh & pardon it all!–
Browning's letter tells of his attendance at a dinner at Mr. Kenyon's home:
"Mr Longman was of the party yesterday—speaking of
Haydon, he remarked on his omitting to mention in the list of his creditors,
'the House'—to which he owed about £100, being the loss consequent on publishing
his 'Book'—the Lectures, I suppose: then, in a
break, he said, in answer to a question from Forster, that the Book in question
had gone into a second edition but—'oh, no—the author had received nothing for
it!'—and lost the money, poor fellow, besides! Is not that inexplicable to all
save Booksellers? Also, what would be his need for another person’s
intermediation with the Longmans since he knew them so well and so long!"
By 'the house' Longman is referring to the publishing house. If you remember, Haydon had approached Miss Barrett to use her influence with Longman to have his memoirs published. She, of course, had no influence with Longman. Haydon had apparently paid Longman to publish his book of lectures and still owed them £100. Browning is wondering why Haydon approached Miss Barrett with his request when he was already doing business with Longman. He is also wondering how his book could have lost money although going into a second printing. This is similar to the question of how 'Star Wars' has never shown a profit.
Browning also has to address the financial statement as well:
"My own Ba, do not refer to what we spoke of– The next vile thing to the
vilest is, being too conscious of avoiding that,—painfully,
ostentatiously, protesting and debating—only it seemed absolutely necessary to
say thus much at some time, and early:—now it is done with,—you understanding
what I expect at your hands.
I hope there is nothing to prevent our meeting on
Tuesday– Do you think I am any longer able to appreciate properly the additional
gift of the day in the week? I only know that I do not see you now, my
Ba—and I feel as if I were .. the words must not be written! I need all
of you,—utterly dearest dearest that you are! My next day, my “Sunday” is
the forlornest imaginable. I never wasted time (in the worldly sense of not
working in it) as at present,—I read books and at the turning of every page go
back again for shame .. the words only before the eyes, the thoughts of you
before the mind."
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