TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 10 January 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480110-TC-MAC-01; CL 22: 199
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Monday, 10 jany 1848—
My dear Mother,
We still date from this place; unluckily (and perhaps luckily too) we are still here! On the morning of Saturday, when all was standing packed, and every arrangement made, poor Jane, much against her will, reported that she had not slept at all over night, that there was a decided feeling of cold upon her;—and of course we could not, and cannot yet go. She has been in bed ever since; and, among her regrets there is this one consolation, that the illness overtook her before going off and not after, which would have made everything far worse.— — She is not by any means very ill; but she is close confined to bed hitherto: so that, all thought of her going a-visiting on this occasion must be laid aside, I fear. She seemed decidedly better yesterday; but last night again she slept ill, and is of course at rather a lower figure today. We have frost too; and at soonest, till that go, I do not expect any perfect healing for her. Jack comes daily; does what he can: but there is little or no help possible in such a case,—except “from pleading and patience,” as I have heard you say.
We were much obliged by Isabella's Letter. You too are very weakly, dear Mother! Keep close, during this rude weather: “patience” I need not recommend to you, as I know you have it.
Two men have come in upon me; I must terminate today. I will write another line tomorrow or next day. It is for the present settled that I am to go myself to Alverstoke (where I believe there is a kind of party expecting us): on Wednesday I am to go: but of course it all depends on Jane's growing at least no worse. Good b'ye, dear Mother.
Ever your affectionate