TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 25 November 1821; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18211100-TC-MAC-01; CL 1:400-401.
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
[9 Jamaica Street, late November 1821]
My dear Mother,
I was in such a haste to-day that when the porter arrived with the letter, I was obliged to hush [quickly throw] in several things into the box & dispatch it without any letter by the bearer of Sandy's parcel, in order to save two journeys—for Jamaica Street is about a mile from where Garthwaite stays.1 For that reason I did not send any of the foul shirts &c, at least till I have seen whether I cannot fall in with some decent washer-woman here. I was greatly obliged by the cakes—which from their excellence I judged that you had baked. I get brown bread here, however; and find it very good. Sandy would tell you, how I have been tossed and disappointed in regard to lodgings, and so prevented from doing any thing; & finally how I am settled and design to lay about me strongly.
This period of comparative idleness, has done me some good, however: I have kept stamping and walking up and down the streets; and by so doing, I have not a little improved the state of my inside. I sleep pretty well at present, generally between six & seven hours of the twenty-four; and feel myself in not bad spirits—sometimes, I am almost merrily inclined. So my Mother need be under no apprehensions about the muckle Cameril [the big stupid fellow]: without doubt, he will do well yet.
You must write to me next time if you can. I will certainly reply to you. This is not a letter but a Rag— Accept it kindly from
My dear Mother, / Your affectionate Son, /
My love to all the little ones beginning at Jenny. Jack I will write by the Pos[t.]