April-December 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 18


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 1 July 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440701-TC-JWC-01; CL 18: 97-99


Chelsea, Monday [1 July 1844] 3½ p.m

Dearest,— After a world of confused hithering and thithering, I did get to Baringdom yesterday,—and had much better have staid at home! We were a party of great quality, more lords and elegant my-ladies as thick as blackberries; but, in result, the state of my inner man continued of the same and worse, and in brief, I found myself awake this morning at four, in that biliary predicament, and no prospect of breakfast till 10! By dint of entirely or almost entirely holding my peace, and getting off as soon as there was any Brighton Train to London after a cup of coffee, I am here without need of a Coroner's Inquest; nay am much better than at 4 this morning, or at seven when I went out to walk, I expected to be! O dear, alack and welladay, what a visitor of foreign houses am I! Who we were all, and what we said and did, I will till you tomorrow if I have any time; or rather I will keep them all till you come back to me, and then you shall know “how they ac1 in these foreign parts. Buller went off in the afternoon before dinner. Milnes and another member of Young England,—weenderful: But “the Bens” (so they call the Stanleys, yours2) helped to temper them. There was also the Charteris, Lord Elcho's son whom I told you of, and a “Lady Ann” for wife (Heaven's!),—beautiful as the morning, but insipid as the white of eggs; extremely uninteresting.3 The poor Lady Harriet4 herself seems to me still in very bad health; I wonder she should bother herself with such a retinue:—Milnes said quite coolly yesterday, to the other Young England, while we were out walking, “She will be dead soon!”5— Baring followed me out today, with an earnest: “You must come next sunday!” Voyons [Let us see].

Poor old Wm Gibson seems to have called here; he is “gone on to Southamption.”6 Lady Munro invites to dinner: “engaged.”7 Your Newspaper lay waiting for me,—with only one stroke on it, and no cover at all that I saw. Goody is well as usual, is she not?— Adieu, my own best Goody; blessings on thee!

T. C.

There is still a great talk and excitement about the Letter business. A new debate, as I told you, is expected to come on about it tomorrow night. The “whole plot is discovered now,” said Milnes, said Baring, when I arrived yesterday: “a plot brewed in Malta,—200 men landed in Calabria!”8— Stanley answered them, “Oh no; that won't do: too late in getting it up!”— I partly expect the murder story will again be brought on the carpet yet;9 they are really dreadfully ill off with this business.——— Mrs Buller is gone to Troston;10 Charles seems as weak as water. Ill health the general order of the day.— The Taylors want to get out of Town to live; Taylor understood to be still very weak.11 Enough, enough!— Never mind answering such rubbish—