TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 22 July 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500722-TC-JAC-01; CL 25: 124
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 22 july 1850
My dear Brother,—Today there came a Letter for you, I suppose from Dushtie of Munich,1—whh the Postman, in his haste to oblige, demanded to have your Address put upon, and then took away with him. Not till after he was gone, had I time to bethink me that he had better have left it, and I wd have written a word, and saved the penny! Here is the word, at any rate.
Yesterday I got quite done with “Jesuitism”; have been in castor and blue-pill,—weather very hot;—am thinking continually of getting my packages made up. It seems likeliest I shall go to Glamorganshire after all.2 Here is Redwood's Note of this morning. “Early next week,” I imagine, must be the appointed day: and probably I may stay overnight at Bath which I have hardly ever seen, rather than at Bristol which I have. What is the use of going “in one day,” after all? I bethink me of Landor at Bath whom I could have a little talk with. Say Monday next week! I expect to recover fast in Redwood's solitude, with one of his ponies and the sea-bathing. I am not ill fundamentally; rather well almost; but the weakly irritation, with all its sad etceteras, has risen to a pitch!
Last night, to crown my sorrows, we were inveighed into a Procter Soiree;—Dinner. I resolutely refused to hear of, and so could not well get off farther. Mrs Butler (Kemble) home from the Union was the heroine. A most obstreperous, coarse, and to me ungainly heroine.3 She has realised a fortune (£400 a-year in amount) by “reading” Shakspeare in Cincinnati &c &c; is now quite divorced, and means to try “reading” here again. I won't accept another headache for her sake! Oh, the vile pother I was in, all evening! Jews, Greeks