TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 15 August 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420815-TC-JWC-01; CL 15: 18-19
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Chelsea, Monday [15 August 1842]
Not a word from me today, but thanks, thanks! and keep thyself still, and enjoy the blessed green and sunshine!— I am busy as a bee; it is past three o'clock, and the day is burning hot. Alas to my “business”—alas, alas, it is yet nothing of worth. We must still have patience.
Charles Buller is never yet visible; last night I found he had gone out of town till Tuesday. Tonight I will write to him; try him that way.
Manchester and all the North Cotton Country seems to be in ferment: new soldiers and new artillery went off by railway yesterday. Happily none yet is killed,—except I think a poor girl by a brickbat from some mill, and two policemen by the mob.1 Would to Heaven it were done in some good way! I see there was one meeting near Geraldine's house,2—poor Geraldine!
The two Heaths, Douglas and the Cambridge one,3 came here yesterday; Mazzini too,—and Poor Law Twistleton,4 happily without getting in, while we were at dinner.——— I never went out till after tea; but then long, and am better than usual today.
On Saturday I had an enormous mad Manuscript from a poor Edinr lad,5 gone literally to Bedlam, I think, with “having a mind like Coleridge” &c It is very sad for me; and I can answer nothing, tho' full of real pity. Garnier's letter came that same evening. Also a new “University Magazine” No 2,6—so unspeakably stupid that I could not give it house room but instantly sent it over to the Cooper!7
This modest Yankee's Letter8 came today, and cost me 8d,—poor Yankee! There were three for Alcot too; all of which I sent away.
Jeannie, I hear, is going off; she is the Messenger at present. Adieu, dear little Wife. Thank Heaven thou hast got to sleep! Be good there, and come well back to us. I wish to Heaven I were Curate at Troston—on right terms!
Ever your affectionate /