October 1845-July 1846

The Collected Letters, Volume 20


JWC TO MARY RUSSELL ; 12 July 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460712-JWC-MR-01; CL 20: 228-229


Seaforth House / Liverpool [12 July 1846]

Dearest Mrs Russell

Your note found me again at Seaforth where I have been for the last week. The Great heat of London in the beginning of June had made me quite ill again, and as my Husband could not make up his mind yet, where to go, or when, I made up my own mind independently of him one fine morning, and started off hither, which has become a sort of house of refuge for me of late years. My Husband talked of following me in a week or two and then taking me with him to Scotland—but whether I shall be able to bring my mind to that when the time comes heaven knows. The idea of Scotland under the actual circumstances is so extremely desolate for me that I should need to get a little more strength here, both physical and moral, before it were possible for me to entertain it practically. I fancy it were easier for me to go to Haddington than to Dumfriesshire— I have been there since it was all changed and myself become a sort of stranger in it— A family of good women who were dearly attached to my Mother are very desirous that I would pay them a visit1—and I have not yet said positively that I will not— We shall see—

Meanwhile Tuesday is my birthday—when I must not be forgotten by those who have been used to remember it— I send a little parcel for Margaret to your kind care—and will thank you to give Mary five shillings for me.2 or rather to lay it out for her on a pair of shoes or tea or what you think fittest. I will send a post office order in repayment the first day I go to Liverpool—

I spent part of the day there yesterday—and saw my Uncle who was absent on my first visit— He looks pretty well, and is very patient under the feebleness of age— My Cousins Helen and Mary were here on Wednesday and promise to come and see me often, without taking it ill of me that I prefer staying here in this quiet roomy country house, to being cooped up in Maryland Street which is worse for one's health than Cheyne Row— Margaret3 goes to Scotland to Walter4 on Wednesday My kind regards to your Husband and father— I could not help smiling when I thought of your Father receiving his newspaper all in mourning for—the Pope!5

Affectionately yours ever

Jane Carlyle 6