January-July 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 14


TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 22 March 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420322-TC-JCA-01; CL 14: 80-81


Templand, Tuesday, 22 March, 1842—

Dear Jean,

Jamie is just gone away by the Hill road; we did not know till this morning by what road he would go. We were at Craigenputtoch yesterday; saw Corson, M'Adam, and the grounds and houses. M'Adam's cattle have been busy with the woods; he required a shoring [scolding], the great two-legged Stot [bullock] that he is. Corson's establishment excels in dirt, dilapidation, and still, composed, putrescent ruin, all that I had before seen in the world. A man is appointed to meet me at your house on Wednesday come a week, for the purpose of getting slate &c repaired: I almost think it would be as well to turn Corson out;—at all events I will write to him that the premises seem going faster to decay than if they were deserted and well locked. He has middens [dunghills] on every side; skylight broken, never shoves up a window; cattle travelling past the front-door into the wood: in selling the place, the sight of him there with his dung and lazy desolation might discourage, to the extent of hundreds of pounds. The sluggard hash [blockhead]; Poverty need not make a man an entire slut and brother of the dung-heap! I will put him into Adamson's hands at any rate, and bind him up to conditions.

The place here, I hope, will be got fairly off my hands altogether; the tenants of the land taking the houses too. What is to be done with the furniture we do not yet see. Jane got safe to London on friday night with her Cousin: there is no post today, and I have not yet heard farther.

The night-shirt had gone by another carrier than Watson;1 it was lying safe here when we arrived on Saturday. It is a capital article, and fits altogether: thanks for it till better payment.

Laurie2 has undertaken to cut the woods; James will probably hear of him by and by: but I suppose it will be but to put Adamson into this too, M'Adam being such a Stot, and given to contend about nothings.

Tomorrow week then, if not sooner, you will see me if all go right,—probably by one of the coaches.

Good b'ye, dear Sister: commend me to James and the children. I have got a pound of tobacco from Glasgow, but still no pipes!

Your affectionate /

T. Carlyle