TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 30 April 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410430-TC-JWC-01; CL 13: 122-123
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Ecclefechan, Friday 10 o'clock a.m. [30 April 1841]
Arrived here, in a fresh bright morning, with horse and clatch all roadworthy, I am met by this epistle!1 Que faire [What to do]?— The Postmaster, being asked, assures me that a letter will get to London tomorrow at two O'clock. Pray Heaven he be right, and that our assiduous Twopenny deliver this before bedtime on Saturday night. It will at least explain to poor Goody what mischance has come athwart us; and that, on the whole, I am not to be expected on “Sunday or Monday.”— So far as the dim circumstances will allow me to decide at this moment, I meditate driving on to Thornhill tomorrow with Jamie; returning on Sunday; getting thro' perhaps, to Newcastle on Tuesday, seeing poor Harriet,2 and embarking by the Steamer next day. But I shall have time to write again, before the thing be completed. I wish to Heaven, I had the wearisome confusion of a journey over, and were home again beside my dear Goodie!
All continues well here. The weather has grown bright: I had the most glorious of moonshine walks yesternight, escorted by Hesperus and Mars with a few other Stars, and the old outline of Burnswark and the Annandale Hills lying clear, earnest, almost preternatural-looking, against the Northern Sky. My Goody, my dear Wife! O what an existence is mine!—
There is another “Country-house,” it seems, of perhaps a more promising sort, extant on Kirtle-side, Nether Auldby by name: I will go and look at it too since there is time this afternoon. Thousand adieus!
Yours ever and all, /