April-December 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 18


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 2 October 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18441002-TC-JAC-01; CL 18: 227-228


Chelsea, Wednesday [2 October 1844].

Dear Brother,

We have no news here worth communicating, since I last wrote; besides I am very busy today. But it strikes me you are not likely to get a sight of Fraser where you are, and so I may as well inclose you a Copy of the D'Ewes Concern, which you may like to see under its new guise. There are some errors in the arrangement of the Notes &c; for it was all flying in confused slips while I had it at the Grange, and there was very little leisure to correct it there.— I still wish considerably I had a Copy Complete of D'Ewes's Parliament Notes; and think if I fall in with an eligible Copyist I will employ him. The wretched Tick whom I employed to copy this of the Election offered to do the other for £30; but I discovered that he was a mere quack and miserable liar; lent him therefore an additional half-sovereign, and of course never saw him more— I think I could make £30 out of it by and by!—

Jane has bought a new Piano; very cheap; all with capital of her own: we have now therefore a little music of an evening.— Craik's Professorship is undecided hitherto; tho Mr Denison sent me a very civil answer; had given my Letter to the Duke1 in whose house he was, with whom it would have &c &c: but there is nothing definite yet, or like it.— Plattnauer has written; all well; he is in communication with his Brother-in-law, but seems posting rapidly up the Rhine towards Switzerland.

I want to know how my good dear Mother is, now that the leaves begin to drop!— You can tell Jamie, on good authority, the ham is excellent; and very useful in its generation.2 I hope Jamie gets well on with his harvest;—no news yet I suppose about the new lease of the Farm? A man has need enough of Patience everywhere. As my Mother used to say, “Thou must call on Patience.”— My blessings with you all.

In haste, / Your affectionate /

T. Carlyle

I am getting into Cromwell's Letters again; but make small way hitherto. I do not yet see thro' the grand business, but begin to be in a right rage at it!—