TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 13 April 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500413-TC-MAC-01; CL 25: 62-63
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Saturday 13 April / 1850—
My dear Mother,
Nothing has gone wrong here; only we are terribly busy! Jane was to write to you today, I literally having not a moment; but, poor thing, she has got a headache, and proves not to have been able; so, not to alarm your imagination with a longer silence, I just before running out write you this word myself.
The change of weather from fierce dry frost to soft wet heat, I suppose has acted on the liver of this and other households, a little; but surely we shall all profit by the change of weather, so soon as we get used to it. I am so worried and worked just now, I could not be well at any rate. The Pamphlet No 4 comes out on Monday; and then in a fortnight more is another due (“Stump Orator,” I call that), with which I am now over head and ears! Never mind: in about a week I shall have it done; and then there will be some repose for us.
Tell Jack the Leader shall be sent duly; I have ordered it “till farther directions”: it seems not a bad article hitherto; but I have my doubts about its going on well, nay some have doubts about its going on at all,—the money funds are said to be short, among other things.
John Chorley is off for a sail to Gibraltar and a little walk in the south of Spain. Poor Chorley has been terribly off with his nerves, head &c this long while; and now he will try it a little, by “throwing a' bye,” which I think is a good plan. He used sometimes to be my company for half an hour, as I walked out of an evening: but he was never very first-rate company poor fellow, tho' very friendly always; and is a kind of loss to me till he return.
Craik is here, home from Belfast, you can tell the Doctor; stands up, hot, for “the Pamphlets,” whenever I see him, which is rarely. Spedding1 too is come to Town, after a long absence; I expect to fall in with him soon. Other company we have but little that even appears to be interesting. I, for my own part, generally prefer a walk along the dim pavements, which indeed is almost a nightly practice with me.— We were out for some days, Jane for about a week, I for the concluding three days at Croydon with the Ashburtons; nobody there but a certain Miss Farrar and themselves; the Spring all looking beautiful in wood and field; much mirth also going on, on the chief Lady's part: but I felt unable altogether to taste those useful gifts; and indeed was much weaker than here at home, and right glad to get back again (as we did on Thursday): however, I suppose, it will now turn to some account, and we shall feel a little fresher for the jaunt, when the old harness warms on us again.
Jean's Letter lay waiting me: I will send it for you if I can lay hand on it just now.— The Ham is one of the best ever eaten.— Farewell for this day, my dear old Mother. Tell John to write directly and assure us that you are well if he can. Love and blessings to all.