Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
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I scorched my intellect into a cinder of stolidity.
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| Birth: | 14th January, 1801 |
| Death: | 21st April, 1866 |
| Nationality: | Scottish |
| Profession: | Writer |
About
Jane Welsh Carlyle was born in Haddington, East Lothian, Scotland. She was a Scottish writer. She was the wife of essayist Thomas Carlyle. She had a long lasting relationship (1840-1866) with fellow writer Geraldine Jewsbury. She wrote several books include: Letters and memorials of Jane Welsh Carlyle, Jane Carlyle: Newly Selected Letters, Early letters of Jane Welsh Carlyle, and I too am here.
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