October 1845-July 1846

The Collected Letters, Volume 20


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 14 October 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18451014-TC-JWC-01; CL 20: 27-28


Scotsbrig, Tuesday, 14 Octr 1845—

Dearest, one word more before I wrap up my Papers, and take flight from these regions. My purpose holds for the Steamer or Whale's Belly of tomorrow; when you read this, I hope to be in Liverpool. I might have had a Letter from you waiting me there: but I forgot that circumstance of time yesterday; and today it is too late. A mistake occurred, too, about the last Letter to you: you did not get it on Monday to tea; not till Tuesday after breakfast. The Waterbeck Merchants, it appears, had signified to the Post that he need not come this way on Sundays collecting Letters; on my return home from my walk, the message waited me that the Letters were not off, and the hour of the Mail was now past! But for that, I might have had some Answer from Mrs Paulet this morning: I got your Examiner Newspaper, but nothing more. On Sunday night, however, our Express Messenger (who had gone over with the disappointed Packet) brought me over your Letter of Friday: thanks for it. Tomorrow morning before we set out, I will catch what Letters there may be: probably you may have written me one on Monday; if so, that will be the last. My next news from Goody will be by her lips, I hope.

The weather is good; has again become bright: if tomorrow be as this day, we may hope to get comfortably across the mud frith; and if the Paulets are in waiting, I will cheerfully go with them. If they are not, I will cheerfully go to an Inn. On the morrow (which will be Thursday) I mean to see them at any rate: I think I can hardly be home before Friday at soonest. But I will try to write to you, when there is an opportunity of Post: on Friday you may expect to hear of me, or else to see me. But in fact, do not expect anything: sit quite quiet, and be piously confident I will walk in,— right glad to get back again.— — I have done another magnanimous thing since you heard last of me: Written to the Stanleys (who live somewhere on the edge of the railway) that if they will very pressingly invite me, and if some other circumstances answer, I will turn aside and pass 24 hours with them!1 Was not that great? I believe they were seriously angry with me that I never called for them last year; this will be a kind of propitiation. Besides I should like to put on my black clothes once in this long Tour of many weeks, and not have taken them for nothing! The chances of my actually going are in any case, I think, not very great. For it lies all loose, and can still be either way. Friday will tell you about it.— — — My packing is over; quite a small matter. I have also taken leave of Grahame, who was here. They tell me my Letter may still go by the Midday Post; I finish therefore, and despatch.O Goody, O Goody, Goody! it is a sad world this; and a blessing one has a Goody in it!— Au revoir.

T. C.