April-December 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 18


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 19 July 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440719-JWC-TC-01; CL 18: 147-148


Friday [19 July 1844]

Dearest— Altho I wrote you no letter yesterday it did not follow that I went to the races. I had entered into that project without looking at it on both sides—and as the time drew near I grew always the more nervous about it—a whole day of Walter1 and his “Anne Jane,” a crowded race-course, &c &c—“horrible was the idea to me—so at the first sound of some impediment on Walters side I flung up the whole engagement with inconceivable alacrity—even to the dinner—part of it at Walters house afterwards—as a penalty we are to have them dining here today— I am now going off to the Choreleys with whom I engaged myself to lunch— I forgot to tell you my ill sucess with them. So soon as my cold allowed of my going out Mrs Paulet gave me the carriage to call for them at their Primrose Hotel (certainly the aburdest place in the created world that unsettled people ever went to play at being in the country at—) They had just returned to Liverpool half an hour before— The day before yesterday in spite of rain of which[h]2 we have enough and to spare I went to Sandon Terrace again— They were at dinner—that being “the only day they had dined at so early an hour for years”—but they had altered their usual dinner hour to accommodate a party of Friends—that means Quakers— I wrote civilities on my card at the door and left it—yesterday I went again and as near as possible missed them again—they having gone to call for me—but we arrived at their door at the same moment—so now a lunch is all that can be effected between us—

I also called yesterday on my new musical friend Mrs Ames—who sang to me and gave me four songs of her own composition— She is a charming woman—only that she has too great a gift of fluency— Your Miss Lamond3 (the Gladiator) lives with her but is at present on a visit to Irland— I should have liked to see how she looked in the body— Mrs Darbyshire said she had a very strong likeness to—myself!—

I leave tomorrow in time to get to Manchester to tea— —having withstood entreaties enough to move a heart of stone—

And now to DO the Chorleys— Bless thee my good Good. I mean to see a cotton-mill at Manchester to improve my benighted practical part—

Ever your own /