April 1849-December 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 24


JWC TO JANE WILSON; 20 November 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18491120-JWC-JWI-01; CL 24: 294


[ca. 20 November 1849?]

My dear Miss Wilson

On my return to London I had bloomed up into the finest health; so that “my heart became dilated” and I indulged in all sorts of imprudences—among the rest drove out one day in white muslin, in honour of October sunshine— Accordingly I have realized a pretty cold which has kept me in a stream of tears for the last three days, and recalled me to a proper sense of my years and infirmities— Today however I am sufficiently recovered to be laying plans for the future, tho' not quite well enough to urge one in which you are concerned, with all the empressment I could wish, by proposing it in person— Will you and your Brother execute your kind purpose towards us on Saturday evening—Mrs Jameson is to spend that day with us and so you will see her, if you come, in the manner in which you wished to see her—“accidently“— She will go away early—soon after nine perhaps—being as she says in her note a “woman” husbandless—coachless and even gigless—depending altogether on fates Destinies and such branches of learning”1— Really she is among the best of the Celebrities—and if you will consent to meet her three times you will get to like her exceedingly. The first time, she is disagreeable the second tolerable and the third charming—

My whole manual industry in Scotland was working a reticule for you, which has turned out so ugly that I am sure you will do what I have been on the point of doing, but was withheld by my Scotch horror of wilful waste, throw it in the fire

Ever truly yours— J Carlyle