TC TO JANET CARLYLE HANNING ; 27 September 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420927-TC-JCHA-01; CL 15: 103-104
TC TO JANET CARLYLE HANNING
Chelsea, 27 Septr / 1842—
As perhaps you do not hear the news very regularly, the inclosed bits of Letters from my Mother and the Doctor may be worth a penny to you. You will at least see that all was well at those dates; and that the Doctor is likely to pay you a visit soon.
We have been wandering a little here: Jane was out in the country at Mrs Buller's for some five weeks; I during the last fortnight was there too, having gone out to fetch her home: I took a little ride for three days into the two neighbouring counties, looking after some things I wanted to see. We are now safe at home again, for above a fortnight, and do not mean to stir a second time. Jane seems likely to be better for her country seclusion. I too am no worse; have taken to work &c. Miss Welsh is still with us. Our town is altogether quiet at present; the weather has grown very bad and blustery, which I hope is not the case in your region, where the Harvest is hardly done yet.
The shirts and flannel-shirts are all ready now, no doubt: they will be welcome when they come, for my old stock is getting very thin indeed. I have been sometimes wondering of late if you could not make me moreover two pairs of flannel drawers! I am sure you could excel Tom Garthwaite in the fitting of them! Tell me what you think. I could send you up a pair of cotton drawers, which very nearly fit, by the Post, for a few pence: these you could rip out, and cut the others by, could you?— Or perhaps you had better not embark in this speculation; but stick more by women's sewing? I will think of it no more, if you think so.
My dear little Sister, I often remember you with great interest; with hope that in spite of all your peculiar difficulties you will be seen to act wisely, patiently, courageously,—the more honour to you if you do! What help is in me you can always count upon; it is a duty I owe towards …1 Courage!
We hope all goes well at Gill, a fair harvest well gathered,—industrious working and the fair fruits of industry. We send our affectionate regards to Mary and Jamie;2 our heart's blessing to you all.
Your affectionate Brother,—