TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 12 July 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430712-TC-JWC-01; CL 16: 263
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Llandough, 12 july 1843 (Wednesday Night, late)—
I have been at that St Donat's, “the day” requisite; I have just got home thro' rain and precipitous rough roads at a gallop which after tea and dinner has jumbled me all to pieces: Devil take all “days” of that sort! I had just got your Letter when I went away; I went happy, I return meeser-able,—fly up into my sooty “study” to be at least alone for a while. How happy I was over Quarterly Reviews, peace, silence and my Goody's Letter,—and now!—
Well one good thing I got was this smallest of small memorials of the 14th,1 which, as the umbrella all went aback, you must accept with resignation. I have worn it all day in my pocket; this and its foreign nature, as decidedly Welsh, from the main Shop of Cowbridge, must give it some worth.
I enclose Thirlwall's answer to my Letter which also came today. I have not yet decided what day I shall appoint him: but judge it may be some day in the early half of next week. He is sixty or seventy miles off me: how I go next is not in the least plain.— Jack has no intention of coming down to Chelsea just now, or perhaps at all. Here is his Letter of today. Poor Alick did not get my Letter; it comes to me here:2 pray lock it by for me somewhere. Often in these days and nights the image of his Ship far out on the waters comes to me almost like a flash of actual vision,—infinitely sad, as Death and as all Parting is. Adieu Dearest! I am right glad to hear of the sleep; I too am improving. Good night!