The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 10 March 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410310-TC-MAC-01; CL 13: 57-58


Chelsea, Wednes[da]y, 10 March, 1841—

My dear Mother,

You must be content with a very short word today; a short one, if it bring good news, will be worth a penny.

Jane is got out of her Influenza again; the weather has grown excellent, and she is for venturing forth today, into Cheyne Walk by the side of the River. She kept her bed three days: it was rather a sore-throat she had, and it went suddenly about its business: she never was very ill. As for me I am … -ngth; but am still a de[gree] … [t]han I want to be! Tomor[row] … [foreno]on I set off for Jack and the Isle [of Wi]ght. I decided on that yesterday. The bright weather has awakened in me, a kind of passion for seeing the quiet fields and the sea. If I do not feel prosperous in Wight, I can easily run home again. I calculate, it will do me great good. This place is crowded, and gets ever more crowded for the next three months; the very sight and sound of it is unwholesome for me at present. After a few days of silence, I shall see better how to turn myself: the tumult of these streets will not be afflictive to me, but amusing.

Yesterday a set of Lectures went off by a Steam-conveyance of Fraser's to Edinburgh;—or rather it is [today] they are to [go.] I addressed them all yesterday. There [is one] … for my Mother; a copy for Alick as [the ol]der Brother; a third copy for the kindred generally, which, when they have all done with it, may go back to Dumfries. There was also a copy both of Lectures and Sartor for the Ecclefechan Library. Fraser the dog allows me only 12; I have already given them all away.1 Perhaps you will get yours on Wednesday next by the Dumfries Carrier. They were all addressed to James Aitken; to whom I have written today. If any undue delay occur (after Wednesday come a week, for instance), let me know, and I will stir them up.——— You have all copies of Sartor, have you not? This is a much prettier one; but the same otherwise.——— The Lectures will be much [easier?] to read than any of my [other?] Books. Fr[aser] seems greatly contented with [the sales?] of it hitherto. He will have to pay me, the knave; and let him sell it as he can!

I have a great many things to do, getting myself packed together. I calculate on sending you a line from Ryde. Jack writes, with great brevity, in good spirits always: he has got a turning-room2 for his Patient; and there they are, scrieving [scraping] away, with a man to teach them to turn!

Jane salutes you all with her love. Jamie was to tell me about Newington Lodge:3 I do not expect anything will come out of that. Tell him not to mind it if it cost any trouble at all. Adieu, my dear good Mother. Blessings with you all! / T. Carlyle