TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 4 August 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460804-TC-JAC-01; CL 21:3-4.
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Seaforth House, 4 Augt / 1846—
Your Note yesterday found us just going into Liverpool to provide materials for the Canada Box: I meant to write you, and had even written you in Paulet's Office, a small fraction of a Note, inclosing that indication of the voyage of Bobus;—but, alas, the absurd blockhead of an Omnibus summoned me thro' Jane and Mrs Paulet to come down instantly, twice over they said instantly, so that I had to crumple my paper together and run down to take my seat, and then the blockheads waited above 12 minutes before stirring from the spot after all!— So you went without any answer. Bobus crossed us, with his furniture and ticket, ridden by the Groom on our way hither.
I suppose the poor brute did come to hand, dead or alive, this morning; he must have had a bad passage, with wind, thunder and rain most of the night; and a horse, in the hold, I fancy must have been sick enough, if not worse: however, the creature if alive at all will soon recover upon grass again; and at any rate I happily can now consider my hand as free of him,—which is a great deliverance to me indeed. The absurd bother I have had with that brute for a year and half is almost beyond belief. The Rood Fair will end that at least.
My motions from this place northward are yet somewhat indecisive. After tomorrow I shall have done with the Box, and without shadow of employment here: but Jane has again grown very uncertain about her procedure;—and indeed the whole matter must still hang rather uncertain for a few days yet. Ireland itself is undecided; I have not even written to Duffy in answer to his hospitalities. I suppose he is at any rate in a considerable quandary at present; he and his party have just been coming to a split with O'Connel, and fairly quitting the Repeal Association in a body: so that I suppose his and their hands and hearts are abundantly full at present.1 Whether I shall go or not need not be a very momentous question with me any way.— I hope to tell you what day you may expect me, next time I write. I hope for a word from you tomorrow, announcing the arrival of the Horse. Helen has not sent the Examiner at all this week, unless she have forwarded it to Scotsbrig direct.
We got some hardware things (knives &c) some books (Burns, Allan Ramsay, 2&c no great things of a lot); these, with other draperies and etceteras, were all we could do in the way of a Box. We hope it will get safe to Alick, and be a memorial of our love to him: that is nearly all the good we can expect of it.
I am totally idle and alone here; read some stupid American Books; sit in a huge bedroom up stairs (Jane in a smaller one) where Mrs P.3 is too polite to think of having me disturbed for any reason. The air is excellent; but my stomach and inside are not! In fact I have great notion just at present to make a radical attempt for better health, my work being to an unusual extent winded up just now. But the way How is very confused. We shall see better gradually.— Good b'ye for today. My heart's love to my Mother and the rest.
Ever yours /