August-December 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 15


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 31 August 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420831-TC-JWC-01; CL 15: 63


Chelsea, Wednesday / 31 Augt 1842—

My dearest,— I adhere to tomorrow and the Cornwallis; there is nothing more to be said.

Good old Dobbie was very cheery with us last night: he is away today; perhaps at Birmingham by this time. The sight of him made us wae, wae; and yet there was a kind of satisfaction in it which I wish you had partaken of. My poor little Jeannie!

John came in to join us; to take leave of me, for they go off on Saturday. A little before that, Darwin drove up! I had heard of him at Strachey's, from John, who happened to be there; and also that perhaps he was coming down. He looks brisk & well; altogether glad to have got back to London again. He has been sitting in his arbour at Shrewsbury all this while. Harriet he did not think quite so well; her main occupation “writing letters.”

Mrs Balfour1 who brought that Note and a scrubby pair of thumbikins just now, did not come up stairs; will call about the end of next week, when she hopes to see you.— Today the weather is cool enough: I have had to get poor Babbie a fire. I myself am in a dressing-gown; too long here!

Did you understand that John Donaldson is Master of Bury School?2 I would spend a few minutes seeing him if occasion served: some knowledge might lie in him about Ely &c. I should have written to appoint 5 minutes of an interview for tomorrow: but know not how the Carriage may be bested and so forbear. If you come with it, and have half an hour to wait at any rate—? But no: I suppose the man, with his hyaena voice, is unlovely to you!— Adieu, my own dear; I am a man of many sins, ah me!— but ever yours,

T. Carlyle