April 1849-December 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 24


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE; 4 April 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490404-TC-JWC-01; CL 24: 11-12


Chelsea, 4 April 1849

Thanks, my Dear, for your good Letter,—good tho' of the creosote description!1 I am in such a hurry now, near 4 o'clock; head aching too, for I have been scribbling all morning,—I can hardly give you half a word.

I shall have written to the Lady Ashburton too,—for I am quite uncertain now about my coming; as you will see by one of these inclosed pieces;—but you must make my explanation, and ask.— I send her Louis Blanc's little Book;2 which will not amuse so ardent a spirit very long.

All goes well here. Elizth3 has found one pair of stockings, the brown, but cannot find the other. If I knew how to send it, you should have it at once:—perhaps your surest plan will be to buy a right warm pair at Croydon;4 if such can be found there, they are always worth their money.

What am I to do with Emerson's Indian Corn (and straw) when it comes!5 Deliver it to Postie, or to A. Sterling? I read most of these receipts; I have no doubt the things are good: if I were a rich man, I should decide at present on having the English taught how to obtain and cook right Indian Meal. It is their evident food henceforth for now hundreds of years.

I saw nobody yesterday either,—called on Lady Eddisbury &c, but nobody was in. To me nobody came but John, near dusk, who, having delivered Louis Blanc,6—took the road, “as frost was coming” (such was his reason) “and he had only a thin coat.”— Fonblanque met me on the street; walked a bit with me;—admitted that Peel's speech “was in the right direction”; did not deny that it was perhaps the most important speech we had heard these twenty years.

I did not go out at night; sat up stairs here, deep in Wallensteins chaos of a history which I nearly finished.7 Up at half past 8 today: I do not “sleep” after dinner at all;—in fact I behave very well in every respect but get no credit for it from some people!— They have had a great meeting at Manchester about their “School Association”; Stowel and the Bigots did carry it, but only neck and neck.8 God help us all, my poor little woman, and thee first!Adieu; here is reading enough! T. C.