TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 24 April 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420424-TC-JWC-01; CL 14: 163-164
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Scotsbrig, Sunday Evg / 24 April, 1842—
My dear Jeannie,—Expect not tonight any due return to your nice long Letter which has just come. There came along with it a burble of a Letter from Hunter of Morton Mill, whom I half suspect of jockeyship—whom, and whose negociations I find I must set off tomorrow and inspect with my own eyes. He “advises me as a friend” to give the grates &c still left in the house up to the Duke also;—I will know whether it is not to some intrigue of Mr H's first that I am giving them up! I will go direct to the Factor,1 who has at least the advantage of being a gentleman, a man whose word means what it seems to mean. He and I, as I now believe, can end the business, or as good as end it; so that I may get home again, and be free of it!— The only good news from Hunter is that the thing can now be ended. God grant that!—
Your Uncle's Letter comes also by this post: I enclose it here. Also I enclose the two wardrobe keys: you will have to take the drawers out before the things can so much as be conveniently carried up stairs. Alas, on Tuesday morning you will be all in a litter again, with many a sad thought too: but this, we may hope, will be the last time now.— Open the wardrobe first: you will gradually find the other keys and items. The sideboard has its own keys in its drawers. The thing last packed was the old Desk; which your Uncle says has already lost a foot.— The remaining plate is here in my trunk; six spoons, I think, of each kind; all in paper sealed. A fraction (2 inches square) of the green room window-cornice was discovered on the floor after M'Caig had gone: this and a screw pin I bring with me. “No packer” is a terrible category!
All day I have gone about with ineffectual castor in me! That will be an explanation of several things perhaps, at present. I have been up as far as Minscaw2 (where you never were) over the entirely silent sunshiny moors: I had to strip off all my flannels before setting out, and still after sunset go about in that way without feeling cold.— I have been positively quite sickly and below par ever since I came hither: it is near two weeks now since I swallowed that green or black cup of copperas tea, the beginning of all my woes.
Dodds's Letter is not worth paying a new twopence for; accordingly I light pipes with it here. Hamilton he says has treated him prince-like, for my sake;3 he Dodds loves me &c &c, and is sticking steadily to his tools as Law-Clerk: that is substantially all he says; and that to me was about worth the saying.——— ——— Perhaps you did right as to Helen; may it prosper with you: I will keep a hook however on Margaret. Our Doctor is indeed charming!— Adieu, Dearest; in utter haste having two Letters still to write. I superscribe myself here at the top4— Ever your affectionate / T.C.
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