candlestick

July 1847-March 1848


The Collected Letters, Volume 22


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TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 14 January 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480114-TC-JWC-01; CL 22: 205-206


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE

Alverstoke, 13 [14] jany, 1848—

My dear Jeannie,—A short but favourable Note from John came this morning: pray thank him, and bid him send another, if he be a good man. We have a Post in the evening too;—also one from us, rather uncertain, which hits your evening: I wrote by it this morning early, or rather last night late, to my Mother. You are still mostly in bed, as I gather; cold still there, John says, but you stronger to bear it. Well, we must wait.

As for me, nothing has occurred, except that, by ingenuity and force, I have got my window to shoot up;—item, by aid of pill and care in regimen, I did make out some reasonable degree of sleep last night, and tho' terribly boiled and yellow this day, am considerably quieter today. I stay upstairs,—dressing-gown versus cold (and here is the maid just come to light the fire);—finding it usefuller to be out of all noise. Nothing can be stiller than the grey slumberous scene I command from this window: I believe they are all out walking; I cannot quite handily walk,—might I not perhaps try for a short ride on one of these horses! It is now turned of 3 o'clock.

Forster has sent me this morning a magnanimous Proof of an Article on Squire: very confident, dashing, well-done. He offered to give me an additional Copy or two of the Examiner: one for Squire I declined; but asked one for you, if he liked, tomorrow night or sunday. Mine, I suppose, will come hither? Of no importance, which way, to me. Forster's Article will probably not settle the barking of the Ryde dogs,1 but it will do something towards settling it.

“The Taylors” are coming tonight;2 then some other body, then some other—ach Himmel! Milnes goes on Sunday. If I were in better spirits, I could get a good deal of entertainment with him. He is to be off for Yorkshire; was writing to Emerson today.

You had Miss Wynne with you;3 that was right: my respects to her when she comes back. Adieu, my dear little Jeannie,—actually the dearest of all human creatures to me, little as thou canst believe it! I think the fire has gone out again, and I am grown very cold, revising that Proof of Fuz's.4

Ever yours /

T. Carlyle