candlestick

1840


The Collected Letters, Volume 12


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TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE ; 15 February 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18400215-TC-AC-01; CL 12: 46-47


TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE

5. Cheyne Row, Chelsea, 15 feby / 1840—

My dear Alick,

Many thanks for your Letter1 which came to me a few minutes ago. Many thanks also for the Tobacco, which I am right glad to hear you have got safely to hand. I have written this day to Alick Welsh2 asking what address I must have put upon it, that it may get into his hands immediately; he will then, by railway, be able to let me have it in another day. So soon as he answers, I will write you notice: meanwhile have you the due Permit &c all in order? If so you can wrap up the Tobacco in any solid way; and have it standing ready for being addressed and sent off. I suppose grey paper in sufficient quantity be the readiest wrappage? I have often wished I had some kind of monstrous old cannister, with a good tight lid, to keep the weed in here; it is so apt to get too dry otherwise. Do not forget the Permit!

Your news from Scotsbrig, from your own hearth, and from Gill are very welcome to us. I wish the sickness would leave your poor little ones altogether; you have had rather a bad winter that way. Jamie was to settle what cash would still be needed for the Gill business, once for all; and then it will be sent. I am very glad indeed to hear you talk so of the Farm; they will surely be much better in it than as they were. How is Hanning prospering at Kirtlebridge? I sent a line to Jenny;—no answer yet.

This is the last news from Jack; probably identical with what our Mother has got for herself: I send it nevertheless. One can make little out from it. I dare say the situation is wearisome; that is just the labour attached to it. I could almost wish it might prove too wearisome, if that would drive our Doctor into settling somewhere! Till then, he will never feel himself so comfortable as he ought to be. It must be admitted however that the wages are good! The whole set of us put together will hardly earn as much money otherwise!— Money is something; but, alas, it is not all.—

Jane suffers always from such wretched weather as we now have. Nothing can excel it for unconstancy. She keeps free of coughing however; never goes deeper than the old business of headache,—which is bad enough, but nothing like the worst! I deal greatly in Proofsheets: we are not yet third-part thro it, or much more. I sometimes, indeed almost daily, ask with a kind of shudder: Shall I lecture? And on what shall I lecture? No answer yet!— I will write again in a day or two.— Good be with you, and with all, my dear Brother!

T. Carlyle

[JWC's postscript]

He has forgot my kind regards the oblivious individual

god prosper you all