The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE ; 1 August 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410801-TC-AC-01; CL 13: 205-206


Newby, Sunday Night [1 August 1841]—

My dear Alick,

This is the second letter you get from me today; perhaps they will be both delivered at once tomorrow, tho' the first is at Ecclefechan already. Before going to bed, whither all the rest have already gone, I will send you a small message about a small plan of mine for Tuesday; the weather is so fine that I have formed a small plan today.

The Nag being again in order, our time here short, and the tides good, it seems to me I might be up at Scotsbrig on Tuesday morning about half past nine, to take breakfast with my Mother and Jenny, and then bring my Mother down with me still in time to have a bathe here; for the tide will not be till about one. If my Mother would consent to stay here, there is plenty of room for her; and perhaps Jenny would not dislike at all to be left alone altogether to her own reflexions just now. Or even if my Mother would go back, reason or none, we could contrive to humour that too: for instance you could come riding down on the Poney, and manage it.— In short, if my Mother will consent, and the weather prove fair, I think I will come up that morning. Will you accordingly go over on Monday night, and ask her. If she say Yes, I will take your silence for assent. If No, you can write me a half-word in time for Postie—?— No, hang it! You cannot possibly write to catch me on Tuesday morning: I bethink me of this even now! Well, I will come at any rate on those terms, if the morning be fair. You can tell my Mother that, and do what you can to have her ready.

Furthermore I will bring up my new erroneous trowsers, and if I could contrive that I should see Garthwaite1 at your house, I would try to instruct him what to do. The trowsers will not suit as they are, and it is a pity if they be spoiled for me. Try if you can bring Garthwaite to bear. If he be working in his own house that day (say, at the waistcoat &c), it will be very easy. Enough I will come,—on the above condition of the weather; which I hope will not be bad, tho' as good as today we can hardly expect it to be! This has been one of the beautifullest of days; a blessing to feel the air visit one, the sun shine on one.

And so good night, dear Brother. Ah me, what tragedies and miseries one has to witness, and in one's turn to suffer! Endeavour to comfort poor Jenny, and to be useful to her. We will all assist her as we can: perhaps this affliction may in the end prove good and not evil.2

Your affectionate /

T. Carlyle