TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN; 22 January 1847; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18470122-TC-JCA-01; CL 21:145-146.
TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN
[ca. 22 January 1847]
all as “Creca Moss”;1 and read, or otherwise follow my affairs, till the time come for a walk by the Sea-beach, which also is very quiet, and as clear and tidy as any beach can be. A certain Dr Richardson, or Sir John Richardson, from Dumfries, who has been on Polar voyages, and is chief of the Portsmouth Hospital within a mile of this: he, a very sensible effectual-looking man, is almost the only acquaintance I have when Baring is away. I think by the physiognomy of him he must belong to the Auctioneer Richardsons?2— —— Turn over!—
Just when I had written so far, Richardson himself came here to call: I had to go down stairs, to talk, to go out with him; and in fine here is my Letter cut short for today; there being now that I have returned, not above 5 clear minutes for me!—
On the whole, I had not much more that was essential to say. Just before quitting Chelsea I made up a Parcel of Books, addressed to James, which I hope you will get safely about the beginning of the mouth. Three of the volumes are directed to you and your household (to yourself namely, and to James the Younger—a grand Picture-book to James the Young!)—the rest are to other parties; as you will easily perceive by the indications written on them.
And now there is the bell actually ringing “to dress for dinner,” sorrow on it! Jane, who is here beside me, sends her love; says she will write to you herself one of these days. If you like, you may send this on to my Mother, who has not yet got any minute news of us from this place. And write—the address is
Hon. W. B. Baring
Our affectionate regards to James, to Jenny, and to everybody. Adieu dear Sister. Ever your affectionate