TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 21 February 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420221-TC-JCA-01; CL 14: 47
TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN
Chelsea 21 feby 1842
Many thanks for your attention about the cloak: the cloth is very nice indeed (much like a new dressing-gown I have got here), and if the garment was well lined, as I hope and believe, it will make a comfortable wrappage for our good Mother. She well deserves to be wrapt, and kept as warm in all ways, as any and all of us can manage to make her.— I have sent the cash here: it is in your Husband's name; he is more of a locomotive character than you, I suppose. It will come with perfect safety, I believe; but I know not whether you will not have to wait for a day or two.
Your fears lest I become King are of a very surprising sort! Once about two years ago, while I was writing Chartism, it came into my head, as much mad and maddest stuff will occasionally come, on one of my solitary rides: “Well now, suppose they were to make thee Cromwell of it all?” I felt that I did heartily thank Heaven there was no danger of that! As Cromwell himself said. “For the few years one has to live I had far rather keep sheep.”1— The sliding-scale man will verily, as you say, slide into the scale and be found too light:2 I often with a real awe seem to see them sliding thither very fast.
My poor Book is still in the agonies; not yet begun! It will perhaps grow to a Book nevertheless.
I am well enough; Jane has had a cold for the last week, but is recovering gradually. Jack was here to dinner, as usual, last night: well and brisk.— Wretched Hanning, dud of duds!— I have no time or paper more. Ever your affectionate / T. Carlyle