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If Only I had Known
Thomas Carlyle lived from 1795 until 1881. He was a Scot essayist and historian. During his lifetime he became one of the world’s greatest writers. But he was a human and humans make mistakes.
On October 17, 1826, Carlyle married his secretary Jane Welsh. She was an intelligent, attractive and somewhat temperamental daughter of a well—to—do doctor. They had their quarrels and misunderstandings, but still loved each other dearly.
After their marriage, Jane continued to serve as his secretary. But, after several years of marriage, Jane became ill. Being a hard worker, Carlyle became so absorbed in his writings that he let Jane continue working for several weeks after she became ill. She had cancer, and though it was one of the slow growing kind, she finally became confined to her bed. Although Carlyle loved her dearly, he very seldom found time to stay with her long. He was busy with his work.
When Jane died they carried her to the cemetery for the service. The day was a miserable day. It was raining hard and the mud was deep. Following the funeral Carlyle went back to his home. He was taking it pretty hard. He went up the stairs to Jane’s room and sat down in the chair next to her bed. He sat there thinking about how little time he had spent with her and wishing so much he had a chance to do it differently. Noticing her diary on a table beside the bed, he picked it up and began to read it. Suddenly he seemed shocked. He saw it. There, on one page, she had written a single line. “Yesterday he spent an hour with me and it was like heaven; I love him so.”
Something dawned on him that he had not noticed before. He had been too busy to notice that he meant so much to her. He thought of all the times he had gone about his work without thinking about and noticing her. Then Carlyle turned the page in the diary. There he noticed she had written some words that broke his heart. “I have listened all day to hear his steps in the hall, but now it is late and I guess he won’t come today.”
Carlyle read a little more in the book. Then he threw it down and ran out of the house. Some of his friends found him at the grave, his face buried in the mud. His eyes were red from weeping. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He kept repeating over and over again, “If I had only known, if I had only known.” But it was too late for Carlyle. She was dead.
After Jane’s death, Carlyle made little attempt to write again. The historians say he lived another 15 years, “weary, bored and a partial recluse.” I share the story with in the hope that you will not make the same mistake. While our loved ones must have the money we make to live, it is the love we have that they really want. Give it now before it is too late.
托马斯·卡莱尔（1795-1881）是苏格兰的散文家和历史学家。他在世期间是当时世界上最伟大的作家之一。但他是人，人就免不了会犯错误。
1826年，10月17日，卡莱尔与他的秘书简·威尔斯结了婚。简的父亲是一位非常富有的医生，她聪明、美丽，但就是有点喜怒无常。虽然夫妇俩不时有误会，也会吵吵架，但彼此还挚爱着。
结婚后，简仍给卡莱尔当秘书。可是几年后，简却病倒了。但卡莱尔工作卖力，潜心写作，让简生病后仍工作好几周。简得的是癌症，虽然是慢性病，但最终，她还是病倒在床。尽管卡莱尔非常地爱简，但因为忙于工作，他很少抽时间来陪简。
简死后，她的亲朋好友都抬着她去墓地举行葬礼。那是一个悲痛的日子。天上下着滂沱大雨，道路泥泞不堪。葬礼后，卡莱尔回到家里，心情非常沉重。他爬上楼梯，来到简的房间，坐在她床边的椅子上。回想起自己很少抽时间陪伴自己的爱人，卡莱尔非常地后悔，恨不得时间可以倒流。卡莱尔瞥见桌上放着简的日记本，便拿起来看。突然，他感到非常震惊。他看到了这样的一行字，“昨天，他陪了我一个小时，我感觉到了天堂般的幸福。我喜欢他这样做。”
他开始意识到一些曾被自己忽略了的事情。他一直以来都忙于工作，竟然不知道妻子是那么地需要自己。他回想起自己埋头工作，置妻子于一边的日子。翻看着简的日记，他留意到几句令他伤心欲绝的话：“我一整天都在留意他的脚步声，但现在为时已晚了，我想他今天不会来了。”
卡莱尔再读了一会儿，然后丢下了日记本，冲出了屋外。朋友们在墓地里找到了他。他的脸粘满了泥浆，眼睛哭得红肿不堪，眼泪不停地在他脸庞上滑落, 他不停地念叨着, “要是我知道, 要是我知道……该多好,” 但一切对于卡莱尔来讲都太晚了，简已经不在人世了。
自从简死后, 卡莱尔就没怎么写作了。历史学家说，他又活了15年, 他的生活“苦闷、无趣、寂寞”。我把这个故事告诉大家，就是希望大家不要重蹈覆辙，重演悲剧。爱人是需要我们努力去工作赚钱，但其实他（她）们更需要的是我们的爱。趁一切还来得及，去关怀你的爱人吧。
Thomas Carlyle lived from 1795 until 1881. He was a Scot essayist and historian. During his lifetime he became one of the world’s greatest writers. But he was a human and humans make mistakes.
On October 17, 1826, Carlyle married his secretary Jane Welsh. She was an intelligent, attractive and somewhat temperamental daughter of a well—to—do doctor. They had their quarrels and misunderstandings, but still loved each other dearly.
After their marriage, Jane continued to serve as his secretary. But, after several years of marriage, Jane became ill. Being a hard worker, Carlyle became so absorbed in his writings that he let Jane continue working for several weeks after she became ill. She had cancer, and though it was one of the slow growing kind, she finally became confined to her bed. Although Carlyle loved her dearly, he very seldom found time to stay with her long. He was busy with his work.
When Jane died they carried her to the cemetery for the service. The day was a miserable day. It was raining hard and the mud was deep. Following the funeral Carlyle went back to his home. He was taking it pretty hard. He went up the stairs to Jane’s room and sat down in the chair next to her bed. He sat there thinking about how little time he had spent with her and wishing so much he had a chance to do it differently. Noticing her diary on a table beside the bed, he picked it up and began to read it. Suddenly he seemed shocked. He saw it. There, on one page, she had written a single line. “Yesterday he spent an hour with me and it was like heaven; I love him so.”
Something dawned on him that he had not noticed before. He had been too busy to notice that he meant so much to her. He thought of all the times he had gone about his work without thinking about and noticing her. Then Carlyle turned the page in the diary. There he noticed she had written some words that broke his heart. “I have listened all day to hear his steps in the hall, but now it is late and I guess he won’t come today.”
Carlyle read a little more in the book. Then he threw it down and ran out of the house. Some of his friends found him at the grave, his face buried in the mud. His eyes were red from weeping. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He kept repeating over and over again, “If I had only known, if I had only known.” But it was too late for Carlyle. She was dead.
After Jane’s death, Carlyle made little attempt to write again. The historians say he lived another 15 years, “weary, bored and a partial recluse.” I share the story with in the hope that you will not make the same mistake. While our loved ones must have the money we make to live, it is the love we have that they really want. Give it now before it is too late.
托马斯·卡莱尔（1795-1881）是苏格兰的散文家和历史学家。他在世期间是当时世界上最伟大的作家之一。但他是人，人就免不了会犯错误。
1826年，10月17日，卡莱尔与他的秘书简·威尔斯结了婚。简的父亲是一位非常富有的医生，她聪明、美丽，但就是有点喜怒无常。虽然夫妇俩不时有误会，也会吵吵架，但彼此还挚爱着。
结婚后，简仍给卡莱尔当秘书。可是几年后，简却病倒了。但卡莱尔工作卖力，潜心写作，让简生病后仍工作好几周。简得的是癌症，虽然是慢性病，但最终，她还是病倒在床。尽管卡莱尔非常地爱简，但因为忙于工作，他很少抽时间来陪简。
简死后，她的亲朋好友都抬着她去墓地举行葬礼。那是一个悲痛的日子。天上下着滂沱大雨，道路泥泞不堪。葬礼后，卡莱尔回到家里，心情非常沉重。他爬上楼梯，来到简的房间，坐在她床边的椅子上。回想起自己很少抽时间陪伴自己的爱人，卡莱尔非常地后悔，恨不得时间可以倒流。卡莱尔瞥见桌上放着简的日记本，便拿起来看。突然，他感到非常震惊。他看到了这样的一行字，“昨天，他陪了我一个小时，我感觉到了天堂般的幸福。我喜欢他这样做。”
他开始意识到一些曾被自己忽略了的事情。他一直以来都忙于工作，竟然不知道妻子是那么地需要自己。他回想起自己埋头工作，置妻子于一边的日子。翻看着简的日记，他留意到几句令他伤心欲绝的话：“我一整天都在留意他的脚步声，但现在为时已晚了，我想他今天不会来了。”
卡莱尔再读了一会儿，然后丢下了日记本，冲出了屋外。朋友们在墓地里找到了他。他的脸粘满了泥浆，眼睛哭得红肿不堪，眼泪不停地在他脸庞上滑落, 他不停地念叨着, “要是我知道, 要是我知道……该多好,” 但一切对于卡莱尔来讲都太晚了，简已经不在人世了。
自从简死后, 卡莱尔就没怎么写作了。历史学家说，他又活了15年, 他的生活“苦闷、无趣、寂寞”。我把这个故事告诉大家，就是希望大家不要重蹈覆辙，重演悲剧。爱人是需要我们努力去工作赚钱，但其实他（她）们更需要的是我们的爱。趁一切还来得及，去关怀你的爱人吧。