candlestick

October 1845-July 1846


The Collected Letters, Volume 20


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TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 18 December 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18451218-TC-MAC-01; CL 20: 78-79


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE

Bay House, 18 Decr, 1845—

My dear Mother,

This morning there has come to me from John a very good Letter of Alick's, which I have read with pleasure, and will now straightway forward to you. Poor Alick seems struggling on, not without his own difficulties, but in a very brave wholesome and manful manner. I am very glad to see him so; his outward success, good or not so good, is a small matter in comparison.— Jack too is coming, I think; he says in his little Note to me, “coming soon,” if Isabella's answer to his queries be favourable.

I got your Letter the morning before yesterday; I need not say how glad I was of the news. In spite of the bad weather, you are pretty well: it is a thing we have all to be thankful for. And you are busy reading Cromwell again, and liking what he says. There will be no danger of losing your place this time; and you will otherwise enjoy it better on a second perusal. I think, with confidence, the Book will ultimately do good; and am not sorry but glad that I spent so much labour on it. There are better times coming when Cromwell's work will be better understood than at present.— I get various Letters about it; but they are not worth much. One from an American Bookseller, offering me some money for the Copyright of it in New York, did not arrive till too late.1 Some fifty pounds or so are perhaps missed thereby; but for that I do not care,—much fash being also missed.

We are still here, as you see; still utterly idle, roving to and fro on the Coasts here; “clatching up and down the country on cuddy-asses!” But we are going home again now; tomorrow week (Friday the 26th), it is settled that we return to Chelsea, and take to some kind of work there. Jane looks much better; I too shall find myself better, tho' I have never rightly got into the way of sleeping yet. Our weather is altogether bright and mild, hardly any frost yet; and the people are extremely pleasant and kind. All greatly agitated about Peel, and his Corn-Laws and change of ministry, at present! The Corn-Laws are certainly to go, but there is nothing more yet certain; and that, I think, will make to great difference to any of us. Tell Jamie, when you thank him for his Letter to me, not to mind the Corn-Laws, for they will not much mind him.

We eat some Scotsbrig oatcake here every day; the Cook is to be taught by Jane before we go. An official man in this quarter who is grinding great quantities of Oatmeal for the Government says he will apply to me for a right Scotch Miller by and by. I think of recommending Robie of the Satur2 if he do. Would Robie answer, think you; would he come if applied to— — I will send you a Newspaper one of these days; and then my next letter probably from Chelsea. Keep out of the cold air, dear Mother; warm by the fire; and be warm and well for all our sakes!— Our love to Isabella and every one. My blessings on you all, dear Friends. / T. Carlyle