The Cambridge History of English and American Literature in 18 Volumes (1907–21).
Volume XI. The Period of the French Revolution.
§ 7. Her Translation of Epictetus
In the work of correcting sheets for the press, bishop Secker again gave ungrudging assistance; and, in one letter, we find her thus whimsically adjured:
After Epictetus, Mrs. Carter did not write anything more for publication, though, in 1762, Lord Bath persuaded her to publish a small volume of poems that had been written at various times. She gave such reluctant consent to this that Miss Talbot accused her of thinking it “no small degradation from a quarto of Greek Philosophy to dwindle into an eighteen-penny pamphlet of English verse.” The dedication was to the earl of Bath, and, writes her biographer, “is wholly unsullied by that flattery which is too often a disgrace both to the author and the patron.” But this praise is somewhat discounted, when on the next page, he quotes a letter from Mrs. Carter, indicating that Lord Bath wrote the dedication himself!
For the remainder of her long life, Elizabeth Carter settled down to the comfortable enjoyment of her fame on the modest competence of which the profits from Epictetus were the foundation. Her influential friends invested this money profitably; and, some years later, when Mrs. Montagu inherited her husband’s fortune, she allowed her friend £100 a year. Lord Bath did not leave her an annuity, according to the expectation of many of the bluestockings; but his heirs generously made good this deficiency by a grant of £100 a year. During the summer months, she lived with her father at Deal, or went on visits to her friends among the great at their country houses. The winter she invariably spent in London in handsome and comfortable apartments in Clarges street, within easy distance of several of the bluestocking hostesses. “She kept no table,” and never dined at home, except when ill, or unable to go out. In the wide bluestocking circle, she was always a welcome guest, and, not only did they invite her to their houses, but they invariably sent for her their sedan chairs or carriages, which again carried her back to Clarges street by ten o’clock at the latest. She was, apparently, a sympathetic listener rather than a talker, but she was always, to the end of her long life, a notability in the inner circle of the bluestockings.