{"id":1981,"date":"2011-02-05T15:09:21","date_gmt":"2011-02-05T20:09:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=1981"},"modified":"2011-03-03T22:58:01","modified_gmt":"2011-03-04T03:58:01","slug":"the-ecstasy-of-the-agony-column-of-the-times-1800-1870","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2011\/02\/05\/the-ecstasy-of-the-agony-column-of-the-times-1800-1870\/","title":{"rendered":"The ecstasy of the Agony Column of The Times: 1800-1870"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wish I could remember courtesy of whose Twitter feed I found out about the 1881 book, <i>The Agony Column of The Times: 1800-1870<\/i>, because I&#8217;m finding it fascinating, and am very grateful.<\/p>\n<p>The book (which I downloaded <a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/details\/agonycolumntime00claygoog\">here<\/a>) is filled with evidence of how little we&#8217;ve changed over the centuries, how people are filled with love and longing and loss (and hope, too!) whatever the year.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve always enjoyed reading classified ads detailing missed connections of those who smiled at each other on the subway, passed in a supermarket, nodded in the street, and then went on, with no word spoken, and nothing exchanged but  a dream that enflamed a regret. And so they placed an ad describing the encounter, hoping their possible future could be found.<\/p>\n<p>All such ads I&#8217;d seen up until now have been contemporary, but here&#8217;s an example from just over 210 years ago.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/AgonyColumn.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/AgonyColumn-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"AgonyColumn\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1982\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/AgonyColumn-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/AgonyColumn.jpg 663w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>A Gentlemen wrote to a Lady on December, 18, 1800:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>If the lady who a Gentleman handed into her carriage from Covent Garden Theater, on Wednesday, the third of this month, will oblige the Advertiser with a line to Z. Z., Spring Garden Coffee House, saying if married or single, she will quiet the mind of a young Nobleman, who has tried, but in vain, to find the Lady. The carriage was ordered to Bond Street. The Lady may depend on honour and secrecy. Nothing but the most honourable interview is intended. The Lady was in mourning, and sufficiently cloathed to distinguish her for possessing every virtue and charm that man could desire in a female that he would make choice of for a Wife. Deception will be detected, as the Lady&#8217;s person can never be forgot.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Did he find her?  Did she answer? And if she did answer, how did it go?  We&#8217;ll never know, unless as I move forward through the book, I discover a follow-up notice.<\/p>\n<p>Such poignancy can be beautiful. And heartbreaking. <\/p>\n<p>As heartbreaking as stories without endings.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wish I could remember courtesy of whose Twitter feed I found out about the 1881 book, The Agony Column of The Times: 1800-1870, because I&#8217;m finding it fascinating, and am very grateful. The book (which I downloaded here) is filled with evidence of how little we&#8217;ve changed over the centuries, how people are filled [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[27,28],"class_list":["post-1981","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-old-books","tag-old-newspapers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1981","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1981"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1981\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1981"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1981"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1981"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}