The Collected Letters, Volume 10


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 28 October 1838; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18381000-TC-MAC-01; CL 10: 207-208


[late October 1838]

would be very i————1 prove a good voya———— -der; and hope to ha———— You will not forget ou———— now———— hear that James———— Jane still———— patient, sober, industrious, what more———— [toget]her whe[n] the breakfast you all had there; of Mary's affec———— she was in such a woful plight.

The clock is striking ten down stairs, which is the signal for supper. I leave this open till tomorrow; then add one word, if I get my Task2 done at the right hour, and go out, to seek a frank!— Good night, dear Mother; may all blessings be on that sandstone house, with the linn singing hoarse by it, and I suppose the wild October winds piping round it— ———— off this! Keep a good fire on; and good night!

T. Carlyle

——— [dea]r Mother, there is not a word to be said today. I have had my ———— [ha]ve not been out yet,—so dour was the Task this time! However, it is done; and I am now going. There is a blink of fair weather, and still an hour of light. Such a day! clashing and roaring; as ugly as the ugliest October day: I hope you have a————

This Letter seems really too stupid: but “ye must just excuse us the—day.” Write to me; or make some of them write.

Ever my dear Mother's Son, /

T. Carlyle.