The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO CHARLES REDWOOD ; 30 July 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500730-TC-CR-01; CL 25: 129-130


Chelsea, 30 july, 1850—

Dear Redwood,—I have actually my trunks out here, and am about to begin the horrible work of packing! Never in my life did I feel the job so unsupportable; I ask myself, “Why travel?” My poor soul seems to desire one thing, that I could be left alone, and not bothered with doing another act or speaking another word in this world! But I must go on with it; I am bound in honour,—and otherwise it is very needful too. My program therefore is this:

Tomorrow (Wednesday) at half past 12, leave the Paddington Station; reach Bath about 4¼, where Landor hospitably waits me, and insists on my lodging with him for the night; next morning (Thursday) get to Bristol in time for the Cardiff steamer, which is announced to sail at 10¼ a.m.,—and on this craft, if the Powers be good to me, arrive in the Bute Docks (I suppose) about 1 or shortly after, and am recd by the hospitable Redwood or his man, am packed into the tub gig (almost without word spoken,—perhaps a little tobacco cautiously administered), and so set down at Boverton, and there left silent for three weeks!— — If you are yourself at all engaged, don't in the least mind; your man will perfectly serve the turn: tell him he is to look out for an elderly thin man of your own stature; he will know him by his grim look, sober clothing, grizzled temples and white hat;—the last mark is perhaps the best for his perceptive organs. And so if you hear nothing more, let it stand settled.

However, you had better inquire of the Postman on Thursday morning before starting. It is possible Landor or some other cause may incite my indolence or curiosity to a whole day in Bath; in which case Friday (11 a.m. steamer) will be the day; of which I will warn you on Wednesday Evg from Bath. That is by no means likely; but that too is a possibility for us, and we may as well include. Nothing more by Post means Thursday as above.

Adieu then, and happy meeting to us.

Yours ever truly

T. Carlyle