TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 27 June 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490627-TC-JAC-01; CL 24: 83-84
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 27 june, 1849—
My dear Brother,
This morning, I hope, you received two foolish American Magazines, containing a Review of E. Irving and of myself;1 which would be a token from us to my Mother, and might entertain for a while when reading-time came. The review is by a seemingly very young and silly fellow,—and is worth nothing at all or thereby.
Today and every day I am still busy with my Irish preparations: but my Steamer, I now find, does not go for Dublin on Thursday morning; it goes on “Saturday at 10 a.m.” (an “excellent large ship,” I hear, and “few likely to be in it”): it is by that conveyance I am now to go, so far as yet decided. The voyage is of “four days,” till Wednesday,—almost half to America! But on the other hand, one will be left entirely private, will see the Southern Coast &c, not otherwise likely to be seen;—can read, I suppose, and may expect from the fresh breezes and other influences some benefit perhaps. On Wednesday (tomorrow week) I have engaged to be in Dublin: one can get, by Holyhead &c, in 13 hours; I might go by Nottingham, with a little rest there, and sight of the “new bridge”2 (hardly worth a doit to me): but feel at present as if I ought to prefer the Steamer way. With what despatch I can I am getting all sorted towards that object; you shall hear of me again before I set off on Saturday. Jane, after my departure, is to be carried out to Addiscombe till Monday; after which begins the thorough hurlyburly (lifting of carpets, scouring of blankets &c), and in the end of that same week she will probably herself go.
I have packed all your Books with some of my own, and old clothes &c atop: the Goldsmith's History is for Jamie; the Dombey and Son can go to Jean; the Howe (unfortunately too unwieldy) my Mother will accept.3 Jane is out for nails; I am to nail the box before going out, and tomorrow it shall be sent to Pickford. I have got a writing-case (same as yours, I think); a pallium tunica [tunic cloak] (do):—people are extensively giving me Letters, especially to the West: convince my dear Mother that there is no shadow of danger, more than in any other expedition, and that probably it really will do me good in various ways.— Here is a letter that came from Jean this morning. Jane calls me up to the Box,—nails come. Adieu dear Brother. Love to my dear good Mother, and to all the kind souls yonder! Yours ever