Lamb’s future publisher. He afterwards became the husband of Lamb’s protegee, Emma Isola.
TO MR. MOXON.
July 24, 1833.
For God’s sake give Emma no more watches; one has turned her head. She is arrogant and insulting. She said something very unpleasant to our old clock in the passage, as if he did not keep time; and yet he had made her no appointment. She takes it out every instant to look at the moment-hand. She lugs us out into the fields, because there the bird-boys ask you, “Pray, sir, can you tell us what’s o’clock?” and she answers them punctually. She loses all her time looking to see “what the time is.” I overheard her whispering, “Just so many hours, minutes, etc., to Tuesday; I think St. George’s goes too slow.” This little present of Time,—why, ’t is Eternity to her!
What can make her so fond of a gingerbread watch?
She has spoiled some of the movements. Between ourselves, she has kissed away “half-past twelve,” which I suppose to be the canonical hour in Hanover Square.
Well, if “love me, love my watch,” answers, she will keep time to you.
It goes right by the Horse-Guards.
Dearest M.,—Never mind opposite nonsense. She does not love you for the watch, but the watch for you. I will be at the wedding, and keep the 30th July, as long as my poor months last me, as a festival gloriously.