April 1849-December 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 24


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE; 16 July 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490716-JWC-TC-01; CL 24: 124-125


Rawdon / Monday [16 July 1849]

Ay my Dear! nobody knows what he can do till he try! You see you can travel, like other people, when you are fairly committed to it, and have not me at hand to complain to! Really you seem to be going ahead famously!

I wrote to Cork the day before yesterday—don't I wish you may get it? Yesterday I began a letter, but had to leave off—and betake myself into the open air—and my head ached and I had a presentiment of the old sickness—which nothing seems to stave off but continued movement—all the time I was under the Providence of those blessed Neubergs I felt perfectly well, tho' sleeping little— They kept me always driving or walking—and after dark we played at chess— Here things go on more stagnantly Contrary to all previous experience; I am likely to be too “well let alone here”— William Edward is no longer the devoted Squire of Dames he was; but the Squire of ONE Dame and that one is not me— The Paulets came on Saturday—the day after my arrival and Mrs P is still here and to stay till after a meeting in behalf of the Romans that is to come off on Tuesday (tomorrow) night Paulet went back to his water-cure last night— The gig cannot carry three—and so—I walk “mostly by mysell”1— W E has in fact found—what shall I say? “a fixed point”— Things seem settled betwixt him and Mr P on a perfectly satisfactory basis—Paulet out of magnanimity or indifference, which often produces the same results, throwing no sort of difficulties in the way— He W. E. still talks of joining you—but—“cannot set out till his partner return—if I were to go tomorrow”—would write to you today he said—in short has no intention of going, in his private mind; I feel pretty sure—cannot tear himself away &c &c— I was very ready to tear myself away forthwith, but Marioni is written for to attend this meeting, and I am curious to see “how the cratur will get thro' it”—and on Wednesday I am to go to Benrydden and have a douche—and if I started for Scotland on Thursday, I could not “carry out” the programme in my head without running a-ground on the Sunday—so I must stay here I suppose till Monday next—this day week—

—I am not going to Liverpool never thought of going there just now, when my Uncle and so many of them are at Auchtertool—

I had the most curious note from London yesterday which I unfortunately I2 cannot send having burnt it by mistake with some refuse-papers— It was signed E. M. and its purport was that “being known to entertain opinions favourable to emigration” (me entertain opinions!) I would “contribute or suggest some pieces of poetry” for a scheme to humanize the emigrant mind! me! I should have thought the note must have been directed to Mrs T Carlyle by mistake, instead of to you; had it not commenced with a quite decisive “Madam”— I was to enclose under cover to some Bookseller Pater Nost-son3— Dear! Dear! here they are going to the post already and I must end

God keep you always—

Your affectionate