TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 23 July 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450723-TC-JWC-01; CL 19: 104-105
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
[23 July 1845]
Dearest,—Here I think is the Irish letter, which will probably shew that all is right there.1 How did you get on my poor little Dame? How are you?
Today we have dim dropping weather; and my own work too has been very dim, languid, unsuccessful! Uncertain whether the Horse will ‘come at 3’: it is neither wet nor dry.— Yesternight I had a grand ride,—over in Surrey: took the conceit out of Duncan (if we so name the black horse), made him gallop at discretion till quite tame: did my own very wearied self some good by the job. After that, while at tea—Thackeray:2 no work farther done. Weary, weary.
A new devil is on the way for “Copy, please” Adieu, my little dear one. Gather strength there, and come home with energy sufficient to buy an old Gig. Kind regards to your Uncle and everybody.—
T.C. Wedy half past 2.