JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 6 July 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460706-JWC-TC-01; CL 20: 222-223
JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE
Seaforth House, Monday 6 July, 1846.
My Dear—I was not up to writing yesterday … To-day I am more awake, and entertain a devout imagination of going to see my Uncle and Cousins; but something whispers to me that it will be no go.
My journey was highly prosperous; the Bubechen and Madechen [little boy and girl] who were in the carriage with me felt no temptation to address me in articulate speech, nor to address one another; so that we came from London to Liverpool in profound silence. Before the train had well stopt, the Navigator's face was grinning welcome in at the window on me,1 and Betsy waited a few yards off, that she might not fuss me till the Navigator had possessed himself of my luggage.
Seaforth looks beautifully calm and green, except when it thunders and lightens, which it almost continually does. Betsy has got a cough, and seems to be rather out of spirits, for her. Paulet has renewed his age, and has two clear eyes, and is, with the best intentions, always wearisome as heretofore.2 I shall do quite well here for a while, as I have the amplest tolerance granted me to be as ugly and stupid and disagreeable as ever I please,—the only satisfaction in life which I aspire to for the moment. For you, you must feel as if a millstone had been taken off your breast.3
My kind regards to Helen. I will write to herself soon, giving her some directions for her practical activity, which I had not head for before I left. …
Ever affectionately yours,