TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 1 October 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18491001-TC-JAC-01; CL 24: 259-260
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Monday 1 Octr / 1849—
Thanks, dear Brother, for your little Note, 1 welcome however brief. Jane got the former too.2 Alas, my poor Mother is not well yet, seems to be getting very slowly well! But I must be patient. Send me a little Bulletin, pray, every day while this last. Tomorrow Evg I shall expect; this time we received the despatch in the morning.— I have got the Nation too; worth reading, seemingly: I will send it tomorrow when read.
My own sleep has never yet come back; but will now, I suppose, for I am deep in castor &c today. For the rest, sorting aside great quantities of rubbish; getting the decks cleared—for action of some kind, I do hope! Poor Jane meanwhile is but in a distressing way still; cannot sleep, is dispirited &c. Last night she had taken a double dose of morphine (“Murphy,” as the maid calls it), and I, seeking for my pipe, was unlucky enough to awake her, poor thing, at the wrong moment,—which has of course done much ill. However, she is up and sewing; hopes to do better tonight. A. Sterling, gloomy as night, just “from Brighton,” is now down stairs,—poor fellow, after all. Craik I saw yesterday; he expects his Irish Chief here tomorrow, all the six Chiefs, and a grand consultation: he will then know what, when and how, a little better.3 Chorley was here on Saturday; shrill as ever, Mother recovered but weak still.4
T. Holcroft came yesterday for a few minutes;5 actually going to India now, within a fortnight; to be Editor of something “Bombay.”— Yesterday was quite a sump [downpour] of wet; rain, “small driffles [drizzles],” began that night 50 miles off London, and has held since: I thot of poor Jamie. Love to him and them all! Yours ever
Excuse this wretched scrap of paper: I am in the middle of such.