TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 16 February 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500216-TC-MAC-01; CL 25: 24-25
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Saturday, 16 feby 
My dear Mother,—I suppose you never got so small a Note as this; yet you will say to yourself it is better than none at all,—and the best the poor soul could manage to send today! I hope soon to send really a bigger one; but at present my hurry with “No 3”1 and with many other things is very great indeed.— No 1 has been much talked of, and barked at; and is rolling very well (the Bookseller says); they are selling the third thousand of it, as appears.2 Which is all right. If I can hold together I hope to get thro' this job too more handsomely than I once expected.
Your gigantic present came to hand,3 and is hanging by its nail in the back-kitchen (none but I could hook it up, and truly a heavy lift it was for me too): dear Kind Mother, a thousand thanks to you! You never forget us; and the heart does not grow old, however grey the head be. God make me thankful for such a mother!—
Our weather here is sometimes very loud, very wet and muddy, but occasionally too (as today) is beautiful brightness; and on the whole it is an immense improvement from the stern frost we had so long. My very feet are thankful for the change. Thank Jack for sending the shoes. The cobbler here has them, and I shall soon be secure agta muddy day. Nay the soft-leather shoes are quite easy themselves now that the poisonous frost is gone off one's skin.— — Jane is out “with Nero.” I have done my task, and shd be out too, for my head begins to ache. Good be with you, dear mother, with you and all! T. Carlyle