October 1845-July 1846

The Collected Letters, Volume 20


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 7 February 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460207-TC-JAC-01; CL 20: 121-122


Chelsea 7 or 8 Feby, 1846—

My dear Brother,

I hoped to have been able to send you a deliberate kind of Letter tonight; but here has been one interruption and another; and the result is, A brief hasty word once more, as better than none at all.

I have got thro' my first volume,—to p. 402 of the present vol. I; have, with very much unpleasant labour, stuck-in some 22 Letters; and must now begin the Second. In the Third is like to be little change. I hope to get thro', in some weeks, without doing the Book much mischief; and that is all I can hope.

Our weather here too has been very wet and muddy; we have now got Northwesterly wind; and are growing drier, tho' still with showers. The Town is very much crowded, as usual; great noise going on about Corn-Law &c (but it is understood Peel will be able to do without a new Election, too),—about all which I trouble myself very little. We keep pretty fairish in health, tho' Jane does not take quite well with the change into Spring, now and then.— Take care of my good Mother! What is she doing? Tell me about her and Isabella.

The other day in St James's Park I met Brandes:1 quite dark, poor fellow; they had brought him out in a cab, I think, and there he was walking. Nothing visibly wrong in his eyes: incurable amaurosis, I fear. His nails were grown very long,—nobody to pare them, poor creature! Will you be sure to tell me his Address; which I forgot to ask him. I have not seen lately a more pitiable object. He still speaks of going to Bonn; but there are still delays at Copenhagen &c &c; in fact one discerns nothing for certain except that the poor soul is left here moneyless, hopeless, dark!— Jane says she would drive to see him some day: a sovereign or two is really due to him from me, if he come to absolute straits.

Robertson does not come our way of late:—not much comes, I think, that you would be interested in. Thomas Spedding, James's Brother, is here: we are engaged to an indigestion at the Wilsons' on that score;—no getting off. The Barings are also come up to Town; the &c &c.

I am inclined to approve of Jenny's adventure; at all events she ought to have the freest scope for exercising her own judgement about it.2 The increase to her little allowance shall be most cheerfully made on my part,—whatever you judge wise in that matter. Poor little Jenny!—— I have no room more. I send my blessing to all;—my heart's love to my dear Mother in particular. I again commend her to your Care, medical and other; write to me soon what she and the rest are doing. Surely I shall have more time by and by! My regards to Jamie. Ever yours T.C.