TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 11 August 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420811-TC-JWC-01; CL 15: 7-8
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Chelsea, Thursday / 1 o'clock— [11 August 1842]
My poor little Jeannie,
You were not half a minute gone1 when we discovered your poor little parasol, and whirled our Coachman round, in hopes of still overtaking you at some inn or other: alas, they told us you did not stop again till Gracechurch St, and it was in vain trying. I ought to have kept the little implement in my hand till you got in. I hope you will get another at Bury before leaving it tonight.
No Letters have come, except a stupidity from Morgan of the tin kons,2 and this of Cochrane,—do you know anything at all of such book or books?3 I profess I never heard of the business before! Neither do you at all mind it; unless you happen spontaneously to know.
I have finished (positively for the last time) my response to the Income Tax,—still denying that I have any Book income at present, tho' in a more judicious way. It shall go in the Devil's name, and I will think no more of it.4
I have written to all manner of persons the scraggiest briefest notes on two-pence-halfpenny businesses; I have refused the Baring adventure for the present, with all politeness.
Thank Heaven, you are at least getting a bright brisk day: travel on, my poor little lassie, and let me find thee better at meeting.
This is a sample of the Notes you will get from me in answer to your long Letters (mind, long): for I mean actually to try working! Adieu, adieu dear Jeannie!
Give “compliments” &c (really far sincerer than usual) to whoever will have them in your new circle. Be good, be brave,—come!