The Collected Letters, Volume 12


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 30 May 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18400530-TC-MAC-01; CL 12: 155-156


[30 May 1840]

-vival of the thing; and then it is all right.1

For the last week I have done, according to my determination, nothing. Two of the days I had a dirty cold; it had been long working on me; and at last it came to a head,—face-ache, head-ache, sniftering &c, &c, very complete indeed! It is all gone now, and I feel distinctly better for it: I calculate I shall go on gathering strength now from this point.— On Monday I am to begin work; to begin dealing with those reports of my Lectures, and what I can and should do with them.

You are very kind, dear Mother, to urge me to come home to you again straightway! Surely I will try what is to be done some time or other in the season; and greatly I shall be disappointed if we do not meet this year again for a longer or a shorter time: but I feel stronger for work now than I did; and I must really begin working here and now,—and not run about like a truant and “cool-the-loom [lazy person],” as I have been obliged to do of late years! If the heat begin to disagree with me, I will run out of London; but we have beautiful weather as yet; and I will keep my horse too so long as I am working. We have got outside shutters put up on my Library room: it is a quite cool agreeable place as yet, and all my tools lie round me in it.— I had a Letter from Jean2 too, urging me greatly; but alas! alas! inclination is one thing, duty is another;—we must wait a few weeks to see how the matter will turn.

I inclose you Jack's last Note. I write half a word to him today.3— To you, dear Mother, I have innumerable things to say: ah me! I can get none of them said at present. God keep you, now and always, you and all of them.

Your ever affectionate /

T. Carlyle