TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 3 April 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480403-TC-JWC-01; CL 23: 3-4
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Chelsea, Monday Night, 9 o'clock [3 April 1848]—
Arrived safe, but very sick and wearied at half past 12: all right; Anne busy cleaning the dining-room. A Pamphlet, a Book-Parcel (which proved to be the Library Books from Geraldine), a Letter about Poet Thom's widow;1 these, with the due Newspapers, were all that had arrived. Cards from Farey, from John Fergus (2), and from Mrs Wedgwood (I suppose with Darwin).2 That was all.— I instantly stripped for a bath; have since sat with blinds down, in nearly perfect silence; and read—Newspapers, mostly, and mad sound and fury from all the four winds. John called about 3 o'clock; “thot the Irish insurrection not unlikely to succeed” (toohoo!),3 smoked a pipe, and “took the road,” little wiser than he came. Dinner was a basin of mutton-broth (falsely called Scotch), with white bread, and four indifferent little carrots. Tea pro formâ, tho' in nearly the usual quantity. It will behove me now to go and walk a little under the mild stars. No fire; fire even at this hour would be a nuisance. Prospects of a silent night, and breakfast soon after awakening, are decidedly grateful!
Tomorrow the Cap-parcel shall be duly forwarded: meanwhile it has struck me one cap (for your sleeping in tomorrow night) may be decidedly forwarded under a penny-stamp: so here it goes. May it bring thee a good sleep, poor little Jeannie!— If you tire, come home instantly: there is a fly to be had at Croydon itself;—or if you send word (and posts go twice or thrice a day), I will bring a Nodes machine,4 and fetch you at once.5— And O trust in me, my little woman; and know (as one day you yet will) that my affection for you has not altered, cannot alter. And Good night; and God bless you evermore.