TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 24 October 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18481024-TC-JAC-01; CL 23: 142-143
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
[ca. 24 October 1848]
-pose I had better not meddle with it, for somebody will have to be bothered with it there if none here. We will therefore let it lie, I think.—
No writing yet takes effect with me: I scribble every day, but it goes or will all have to go into the fire regularly. Spavined horse; “stiff to the rise, man, Sandy!” We must sprawl away till we do get into motion. If work were easy, it would be no work.
John Chorley goes out two hours, every morning, to walk before breakfast; wet or dry; and finding it answer exceedingly, decides to persevere in it. Scott (I hear from Booth,1 one of the Electors) is likely to get his Professorship; but hitherto it has never been worth much to any one. Fuz we are to see this week; Fuz, and Crick, too if he will come. No Maurice has yet come to us; Aubrey de Vere (a flavoured syllabub, pleasant and good of its kind) dined with us one evg;2 except poor little Espinasse once, no other.— That is all our bulletin of personal news, that Nothing-at-all.
Helen, detained by stress of weather &c, did not come till Sabbath evg; fresh and chirty [spirited] as ever, only a little thinner; Anne is still here, very loath to go, poor thing, goes today however I believe.— Eliz. Pepoli and husband are come home;—going back to settle at Bologna, to Elizabeth's deep sorrow (as Jane thinks): poor Elizabeth; a kind of tragedy that too! But enough. Buffon proved (in the course of few pages) the most tremendous Book ever Lady3 got, and was thrown down again with shrieks! I per-