August 1843-March 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 17


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 11 November 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18431111-TC-MAC-01; CL 17: 168-169


Chelsea, Saturday 11 Novr, 1843—

My dear Mother,

Here is a Letter just come from Alick, which I lose not a moment in forwarding to you.1 Poor Alick is well, and writes like one endeavouring to do well; tho' still in much dubiety as to his future course. Jenny and one of the little children seem to have had an ugly fit of sickness, fever-and-ague, of which the people in that quarter, Alick says, make very light: I hope it may be a seasoning to the new climate, and the prognostic of better health for time coming. But of all news there is non[e so] welcome to me as that of the [end of whisk]y! That well ended, I shall predict that all good things may begin.—

At one time I thought of sending this direct to Jean, as you are hardly like [to] get it on the Sabbath night; and perhaps she might have it read, and lying waiting for you as soon as the Monday Newspaper can be called for. But I will not cut off your chance, knowing how anxious you are.— I will write to Jean that she may look for it instantly after Wednesday,—for she too is anxious.

We are all well dear Mother; glad to hear from Jean yesterday that the little Austin2 is with you. Our love to Jamie, Isabella, and all of them. Your affectionate

T. Carlyle