The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO JAMES CARLYLE ; 7 September 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410907-TC-JC-01; CL 13: 247-248


Greta Bank, Keswick / 7 Septr (Tuesday Morng [1841]

Dear Jamie,

Tomorrow, that is Wednesday, if nothing misgo, I am to get into that same Royal Victoria Keswick Coach, and endeavour to get back to the Carlisle Coffee house Inn again. The unfortunate Royal Victoria, perhaps the slowest coach now running, leaves Keswick about six in the morning, too early an hour;—but as it has to go round 9 miles by Cockermouth, and drives so very deliberately, my kind Landlord here has undertaken to drive me along by a direct road in his own gig some 12 miles, whereby we shall intersect the slow Coach in its mid career (at a place called Cock Bridge, six miles on our side of Wigton); and so have liberty to stay here till about eight o'clock, and come along with much less lumbering. I find it a very obliging procedure.

Our Royal Victoria arrives in Carlisle I understand about noon: I am busy thinking with myself whether there is or is not any coach to Ecclefechan till 5 in the evening? Whether there is not some Opposition Vehicle at a much earlier hour? The prospect of waiting 5 hours in Carlisle with nothing whatever to do is none of the cheerfullest: but how can we help it? Could I but find you and Donald, yoked there, as I left you! But that is not very likely;—nay I know not whether you will get this Letter in time to make it possible. Perhaps too you are busy, making hay or the like: if so, think not of it for a moment.— In short I know not what the value of Donald's time and yours is on Wednesday; I know only that the Coach will bring me up for some 7 shillings, and that the Misery of waiting five hours in a peaceable city cannot be considered intense.— Spedding is not likely to miss the Victoria tomorrow; nay I think there is a Whitehaven Coach some hours after even if he did. One way or other I am likely to get into Carlisle in excellent time for the evening Glasgow Coach; and I suppose at bottom it will be real folly to think of driving a gig and horse so far, even if you do (which is very uncertain) get this Letter tonight, and in good time. Therefore do not think of it; only expect to see me at Scotsbrig, and tell my Mother of me.

I got Jean's Letter forwarded by Alick. I have heard nothing from Templand nor from the Doctor, tho' rather expecting word these three days.——— I have seen nearly all the people I meant to see hereabouts, and even some more, tho' in a rather different order: all has gone off well,—and I am glad to have it done!— No more at present, dear Jamie

Your affectionate Brother,

T. Carlyle