The Collected Letters, Volume 2


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 22 February 1822; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18220222-TC-MAC-01; CL 2:55.


Edinr, Saturday, 22nd Feby 1822.

My dear Mother,

If any proof were wanting to shew how miserable a thing is procrastination, my present case would exemplify it well. I have intended writing to you at length, for the last three nights; but never could make good my purpose: and behold me now—writing like “fire,” and prepared to think myself too happy, if the Porter will but stay half-an-hour beyond his time, till I can finish even this most small and pitiful scrap, which I am now inditing confusedly and scribbling over still more confusedly. Excuse my unfortunate miscarriages: I should have thanked you long ago, for your new kindnesses to me; and told you many things, which I know you want to be informed about: but you will forgive me, as you have often done, and expect better of me another time.

As to the shirts and neck[c]loths, I shall need a large additional supply if I go to Buller's family: but it will be time enough to think of this when the arrangement is finally made. I can go on excellently in the mean time. I am sorry to trouble you with clothes & so forth; but Garthwaite came in last time, in a furious haste, and I threw in every thing that came in my way into the box. This body here washes things not ill. What lots of eggs you send me! I am quite ashamed when I think what use you are wont to put them to. Let me beg you to accept of this small picture, which I inclose; and use it to get yourself tea and all other conveniences that you need. Why do you not tell me pointedly what you are in want of? No use of money in the world is so agreeable to me / But the Porter is here

Adieu! / Your Son /

T. Carlyle—