TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 5 March 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18400305-TC-MAC-01; CL 12: 70
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Thursday, 5 March, 1840—
My dear Mother,
Here is the last Note I had from John, which has lain two or three days in my pocket; who knows but it may be worth a penny to you. At all events, it will be worth a penny to hear again in words that we are well this week too. Jack is fixed till the 20th, it appears; after that, again uncertain. He seems superstitiously anxious (I believe it is the Medical rule) that there be nothing said or known about the state of his Patient: you will therefore not speak, out of your own house.1
The weather for two weeks here has been of the grimmest I ever saw anywhere. Today is sunny; wind still at east, but less of it. How does Jamie like it for ploughing? I believe the people are very much distressed in this end of the Island too;—none or very few to heed them! Tell Jamie, I expect his Letter always. Tell Alick, my tobacco will still last about ten days; certainly not longer.
I am getting into serious thought about my Lectures! Small way made yet; but I think it will do, by and by, too.— I enclose you a Note of Mr Erskine's about a poor Paisley Weaver that astonished me with a letter of “thanks for my writings.” I sent the Letter to Erskine, requesting that he if he saw good would look after the poor man, and inquire into him a little. I have got no farther word yet. I was greatly struck with the poor Weaver's Letter: it was ill-spelt, sealed with a great splatch [splash] you would almost have said of “weaver's dressing”;2 one of the most helpless-looking of Letters; but full of piety and earnestness.— My Proofsheets get on briskly. Another three weeks, I calculate will see me almost thro'. Fraser and I have had no talk yet about settling farther than you heard. The Library Project seems to catch hold: it might be a great benefit and blessing to many here, long after I am gone hence.
I have no room to add a word,—except of wishes and prayers for my dear Mother, one of my priceless possessions still left me on the Earth. May God keep you and bless you always.— Your affectionate,