candlestick

1839


The Collected Letters, Volume 11


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TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 13 March 1839; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18390313-TC-MAC-01; CL 11: 55-56


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE

Chelsea, Wednesday [13 March 1839].

My dear Mother,

A Letter is going off for Alick, on occasion of some correspondence about George Elliott's going out to New S. Wales.1 I have hastily told Alick what “nothing” there was to tell: but the Frank must not go without a fraction of a word to you, this smallest fraction any man need wish to write. It marks my wishes, and nothing more.

Your good Letter arrived here before mine had got out of London:2 many thanks to you for it! You should not be so shy of writing; you should not be so dead swear [very reluctant], for there are hundreds on hundreds that do it not so well. I am very sorry for your cold and toothache; it is no wonder such things overtake you in such a season: but I beseech you, dear Mother, use all diligence to take care of yourself, to keep warm at any rate. Were this month done, one may hope it will be better for us all.— Do you often go over to Ecclefechan, to have a craik [gossip] with Sandy? You should not sit continually at home, when there is a blink of fair weather.

Poor Jamie and Isabella must have had a sorrowful time of it all this winter, she in such distress and disablement. They must stand by one another, and hold out the best they can. I do trust the Spring will restore the poor Isabella, and then all will be right again. I never hear how Jamie's crop suits with him this year; or how he fends at all. He is the laziest of writers.

You ask me about Annandale for summer; and give me token of the old welcome I never failed of from you since I came into this world. We will hope the best, dear Mother, but it is all unsettled yet, as Alick will more fully explain. I must beg our affectionate remembrances to Annan, to Dumfries. Jane and her Mother are both pretty well now; they both send you their love. Adieu, my dear Mother. I expect to be writing again soon ere long. Good be ever with you. Your affectionate

[T.] Carlyle