The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 30 January 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410130-TC-MAC-01; CL 13: 28-29


Chelsea, Saturday [30 January 1841]—

My dear good Mother,

Take half a word from me today, since I have no time for more! I had forgotten that it was Saturday, till after breakfast I learnt it. And ever since, there has been business on business!—

We received your good little Letter, one evening, and sent it on to John. Thanks to you for it. I had a Letter too from Grahame about his Miscellanies; for which he seems amazingly thankful, poor fellow. We will not tell him about the Ecclefechan Library: let well be!

John also sends word of himself: all right enough: a probability that he will be here again before long.

Jane and I are well; rejoicing in the improved weather. Not the best of weather yet; but immensely better than it was: some days have been sunny and bright, a pleasant prophecy of spring.

I have bargained with Fraser for my Lectures; they are now at press; that keeps me so very busy. He would give me only £75, the dog; but then he undertakes a new edition of Sartor too (the former being sold) and gives me another £75 for that too. It is not so bad; £150 of ready money,—at least money without risk. I did not calculate on getting anything at present for Teufelsdröckh. You see we are rather rising than falling: “mall in shaft”1 at any rate; that is always a great point. Poor Teufelsdrockh, it seems very curious that money should lie even in him! They trampled him into the gutter at his first appearance; but he rises up again, finds money bid for him.

On the whole I expect not to be obliged to lecture this year; which will be an immense relief to me. I shall not be so broken in pieces; I shall have strength for perhaps some better thing than lecturing.

You spoke of going to Dumfries.2 I am always afraid of your getting hurt on those expeditions: but I suppose you will not be able to rest without going. I wish Jean and you both were thro' it!

By the bye, did I ever sufficiently tell Isabella3 that her Butter continues excellent, none better. I owe Jamie a Letter, too. Alick ought to have been apprised, how good his bacon was,—was, for alas I myself eat the most part of it, and it is done. Some weeks ago his Tobacco ran out: I never told this either;—I forget everything!

Well, dear Mother, here is all I can say in my hurry! I will write again soon. But with two Books at the Printer, with &c, &c, what can a poor man do? Be good Bairns one and all of you!

Your ever affectionate /

T. Carlyle