TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 20 July 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440720-TC-JAC-01; CL 18: 149
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 20 july 1844—
Accept a still shorter Note than your own today; I counted on a longer one, but already the sun is getting far west, and I should have had my Showerbath over, and been out. I want my good Mother to understand that I am well, and how very glad I was to learn from you that she was well. By all means have a little more bathing, so long as the weather is fit. Were you going off that way on the morning you wrote? You spoke of “departure”, but did not say whitherward.
I am sorry you get no answer from the Duke;1 but I suppose he will not go out of his way, to serve anybody, in the letting of farms. Highest rent that there is a fair likelihood of seeing paid: that is the Auctioneer rule they follow. I sympathize much with Jamie, sent to hawk the world for a farm in such days as ours. But he will not be beaten either; he has sobriety, discretion, strength and insight in himself to avoid much that would entangle many others. He must not be beaten!— For the rest, I do not imagine Sir James Grahame's business, unless your Duke is a pettier man than one likes to consider him, has anything to do with the silence. And yet who knows? Sir James has got into the ugliest pickle any man has been in for years, by means of that Letter business:—also, it is a fact, tho' one we keep strictly to ourselves, that Lady Graham, next day after the Times Letter, turned off poor Governess Bölte, who being a great favourite the day before could not in the least understand it;—Mrs Buller had given Bölte's character as originating here, which had been cheerfully accepted as good. Is not this magnanimity! Bölte has gone back to the Bullers to go to Italy with them; which from the first she would have greatly preferred. Es sey [So be it]
Jane is going over to Manchester today, to see Geraldine &c; to be home next week, perhaps about Wednesday.— That bluster of a German2 is not worth returning to me. I once thought of answering somewhat; but find no answer will do as well.— Dodds is coming to London! Gordon's Wife3 is ill at Edinr, but seemingly recovering.