TC TO JAMES CARLYLE ; 22 July 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460722-TC-JC-01; CL 20: 254-256
TC TO JAMES CARLYLE
Chelsea, 22 july, 1846—
I am just about done with my packing; setting off for Liverpool tomorrow morning. I expect to be there at 5 o'clock tomorrow (Thursday) evening, if all go well. Jane as you know is already there; I think I gather by her Letters that she is a little better of late days. But it appears you are to hear from herself, in reference to that unfortunate Horse of mine; and indeed it is on that subject chiefly that I must write to you at present.
I got Jack's Letter with your advices: the Horse was already gone that morning to Liverpool. He has had a cold in him, either visible or in his bones, ever since that blaze of hot weather and east wind in the early part of summer; and for a good many weeks here, it is chiefly expense and fash that I have had with him: one good ride about a fortnight ago is the last I had: he was declared to have sore-throat next day; and I ordered them to get him immediately ready for being turned out to grass. He is at Liverpool accordingly; and, it appears, is still quite useless for work, with a raw (blistered) throat, and there is no free outrake [open space] for him at Liverpool either; so he must go to Scotsbrig to you. Of course you will take what care of him you can; get him into plenty of grass,—that, I believe, is the real remedy: for the creature has all along been extremely healthy; and I impute his sickness just now to nothing but the fierce heat, the hard food, and dirty close stables they have here.— If you have green meat yourself, it will be best; if not you must get him turned into Kirkconnel Parks1 or somewhere: I need not say that whatever cost the keep of him may amount to shall be at my charge so soon as I see you. There is no knee-mark, or any kind of injury about the animal: indeed I think a little grass will set him fairly on his feet again. If you think he can eat any oats, get oats for him: I am not without hope he will be somewhat roadworthy when I come into Annandale, and we may get a little riding and gigging out of him,—the scoundrel! In short, dear Brother, you must just do the wisest you can with that poor animal; as if you, with your experience in that matter, were myself acting on the spot there. And so enough of him: Jane and you can settle the rest.
I will write to some of you after getting to Liverpool,—very soon; Saturday or so. I think of making a small cut across to Dublin and coming home by the Belfast Steamer; but that is still only a theory, tho' in fact I have considerable need of some stirring up, and ought to go somewhere or other. I meant to have a little solitary walking among the Beach Hills in this southern part of England, before I came finally North; but I find I have not heart for that at present.— Ireland too is rather a task with me than anything else: but I believe I shall try to do it. About the beginning of August I expect to see you all again: of course I will send you regular word before that, as the course of motion or of rest, goes on.
My first work at Liverpool is to get a Box ready for Alick in Canada. Paulet says he can send it safe; I promised it to Alick long ago. What to send I do not well know: a good gun is likely to be the main thing; some books (very few only have I fit, or can I get carried with me home), some warm clothes,—in fact I know not well what to send. If any of you want to contribute, any smaller or larger thing, Jack knows the Paulet Address, and it can come by the Steamer, still in very good time.
Nothing more occurs to me as indispensable tonight; and being, as you may fancy, in a very great bustle, I will not go beyond that. Tell the Doctor to write; the sooner the better. I will write to my Mother or him from Seaforth. My Mother I hope is still well—good Mother! Isabella they report to be considerably better than on my last visit. We shall see soon. Good night to you all.
Ever your affectionate Brother T. Carlyle