candlestick

January-July 1843


The Collected Letters, Volume 16


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TC TO JANET CARLYLE HANNING ; 11 April 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430411-TC-JCHA-01; CL 16: 119-120


TC TO JANET CARLYLE HANNING

Chelsea, 11 April, 1843—

Dear Jenny,

I am right glad of your little Note of yesterday; and return you many thanks for it. We have long been waiting for the like of it! I hope all goes well still; and that Jean will soon be on her feet again, and have the whole business safely by.1 I will write to her in her own person, you may say, before long.

Another little Note came from you a while ago from Gill: I meant to send you some answer; but was too busy at the moment; and then afterwards I did not know for certain whether you were still there or gone to Dumfries. I had no news to send at any rate; nothing except that we were all well, which I think signified by a Newspaper.— Jamie and Mary send us no word whatever from Gill. We suppose it must be a very bad time for Farmers this, while all things are at so poor a price and so difficult to sell.

The Doctor, as I think you have learned, is now out of his situation: he often talked of leaving it, and probably if it had not been that there needed some kind of quarrel and discussion for that, and he never could be at the fash to make a quarrel, he might have done so long ago; but now, without any quarrel, altogether in a quiet manner, the situation leaves him, and he is free of it. A great deal of money annually he foregoes;2 but also a very great deal of entirely ugly obstruction and confusion,—not work so much as forced idleness, which is far worse. On the whole I am not sorry; nor, I believe, is he.— What he is to do next? Yes, that will be a question; and need a screed of talk by and by!

For the present he is gone off with the Prussian Ambassador (an old Roman acquiantance of his) for a short visit into Sussex;3 about 70 miles south of us: to breathe the fresh air a little, and shake the Stour [dust] out of him, after his Ogilby concern. We do not know but he may come here tonight: or perhaps he “may go on into the Isle of Wight, and not be home for several days.”— He talks of having a “run into France or somewhere” next; he is also about advising me to go with him and recreate myself by a look at Germany this Summer: but I hardly think it will take effect in my case; I am very poor traveller for my own share. Sunshine and free air anywhere, with some composure to follow my affairs, is all I bargain for at any time.

The Printer promises that I shall see the last of my Book tonight. I know not whether he will keep his word; he has not quite two sheets of it to do now. There will copies of it be probable for you, therefore, before long,—by the beginning of May at latest; sooner, I rather guess. My disgust with the whole job has grown considerable; I shall be very glad indeed to shake it all to the winds.4

You will stay, I suppose, a while with Jean, then back to Scotsbrig? Some money is due to you (or perhaps far over due?):5 I must ask Jean about it;—but if there be any need, you can consider it procurable at a moment's notice.

I send my kindest regards to Jean, my welcome and true wishes to the small New Man; my blessing to one and all of you; and am ever

dear Jenny / Your affectionate Brother

T. Carlyle 6