candlestick

1850


The Collected Letters, Volume 25


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TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 7 August 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500807-TC-JWC-01; CL 25: 145-146


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE

Boverton, 7 Augt 1850—

Thanks, Dearest, you are very good and punctual! I got your long Letter yesterday, with its manifold inclosures, and hard tidings of poor Goody's sleep; and here today, about the same hour (12½ p.m.) comes the magnificent bathing-cap, which, please Heaven, I will try in the Bristol Channel tomorrow morning. Today I have bathed,—very early indeed, between 6 and 7, I should say; for my sleep was again broken: subsidiary cocks have come to the onslaught (I think), besides swine, oxen, asses, carts: add to which I had a pill in me; and this house seems absolutely incapable of ventilation, my poor bedroom with the window open all day has still a close smell:—on the whole, I woke wretched about half past 4; and after vain efforts for another hour and half, gave it up; went into the blessed sunshine (one of the loveliest mornings), and had a beautiful bathe, looking over into Devonshire which lay all bright and corn-spotted, almost as near-looking as Fife from Edinr, tho' 20 miles off by report. Minehead (quasi Burntisland, for the whole coast reminds me of Fife a little) lay white as a bleachgreen in the early sun;—all silent round me, no live stock, human or other, but a few pigs in the distance; and the great sea singing its everlasting song. Tho' nearly desperate when I went out, the whole aspect of the thing had a soothing aspect, and put me very much to peace.

Poor Redd is kind to a degree,1 but also fussy and fiky beyond measure; and of a dulness—ach Gott, quite gaunt, and as it were approaching the sublime! He waits even now with horses; having decided to give me this whole day (bless him), and take me to “Dunraven Castle”2 and I know not what. I have avoided him deftly all morning; but now is come the hour!— Not a word more therefore. Take care of thyself; don't work too hard. And be gentle to Miss Stirling and the surviving Posterity of Adam. God bless thee.

T. Carlyle

n.b. Send the Tablet3 off direct to Mr Dobie; I never read it, hardly ever any article of it.