candlestick

April 1849-December 1849


The Collected Letters, Volume 24


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TC TO C. G. DUFFY; 16 June 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490616-TC-CGD-01; CL 24: 68-69


TC TO C. G. DUFFY

Chelsea, 16 june, 1849—

Dear Duffy,

Ever since Sunday last I have had a despicable snivelling cold hanging about me;1 fruit of these grim North winds, which we enjoy here in the grey condition with almost no sun. Add to this a most wearisome Miniature painter,2 who (with almost no effect) has cut out the flower of every morning for me; and has not yet ended, tho' he is now reduced to after-dinner hours—and in fact may end when he like, for he will never manage his affair, I perceive.

So that I have been obliged to give up Thursday first, but do now definitely say Thursday come a week.3 Barring accidents, I mean to sail on that day (10 a.m.) in the Steamer for Dublin from this Port; when the Steamer will arrive, you can perhaps tell me, for I do not yet leave here, having hitherto been no farther eastward than the office in the Regent's Circus in prosecution of my inquiry. Expect me then however, if accidents befall not, and if with utmost industry I do not fail to get these innumerable ragtaggeries settled or suppressed in time for that morning; “Thursday come a week,” which I think is the 28th of the month, is announced as my day of sailing. Mrs Carlyle purposes, in a day or two after, to set out for Scotland and some secluded visiting among friends. Forster4 may now, for what I know, appear in Dublin about the same time; his perennial cheerfulness, intelligent, hearty, and active habits would render him a very useful element in such an expedition, I believe. But at any rate, I am delighted that you go with me, and I really anticipate a little good from the business for myself and for all of us.

Twistleton, whom I see again to-morrow, will furnish the introductions you suggest. If the Agent of any English Estate, or indeed I suppose of any chief Irish one, could prove serviceable, most probably some of my friends here could procure it for me; but that, at any rate, can be managed from Ireland quite as well. Of Irish aristocrats I remember only Stafford O'Brien, Lord Bessborough, Castlereagh &c,5 none of whom, by the aspect of him, had much promise for me. I suppose the Imperial Hotel6 is as good as any? Please say, and consider of tours and of methods, &c, for two persons, and for third Kildare, Maynooth,7 &c, and then southward along the coast. Three days in Dublin, or even two.—

Yours ever truly

T. Carlyle