candlestick

1850


The Collected Letters, Volume 25


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 23 August 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500823-TC-JAC-01; CL 25: 172-173


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

Boverton, Friday, 23 Augt [1850]

Dear Brother,

Here has your Letter come; and I had better write a word of answer, lest I miss the Posts tomorrow. Yesterday I shd have written to have avoided the Ashley blank;1 but I was so weak and lazy, and the ride to Cowbridge so uncertain from blustering showers, I fell asleep on the sofa rather, and wrote or did nothing at all! It is now fixed this morning that I am to go tomorrow by the Chepstow Rail; after that and a 3 miles by omnibus there is a Swansea Steamer to Glo'ster; by that I am to proceed next, and so arrive at Glo'ster some time in the evg, I hope. This Post has at length brought me a Note from G. Johnstone too, who very hospitably presses me to “go to Sandhurst” (wherever that is, where his Wife now is, and a sick child he had been absent attending to), and stay there “for a while”: I have just written, engaging to stay one night with him at Glo'ster; pleading that I must be on straightway to Liverpool for the Steamer. It will all depend! I really cannot do with any more tattering in the way of sleep; and, unless there is great quiet, it will not do for me to linger anywhere.

On the whole, however, it seems a little uncertain whether I shall get by the Monday Steamer or not:—of course I will write to you again; but, bad luck to it, nobody knows now (on account of Ashley) whether you will get the Letter in time for meeting me on Tuesday morng! What is to be done? I can write I suppose from Glo'ster, so as that the Letter wd arrive at Ecclefn on Monday night (and so I will do, if the Monday Steamer continue my scheme); but whether that, by any exertion of yours, will get the Letter to you in time, I do not know,—and must take my chance. Of course if you get no notice farther, you do not stir out with the gig: I could even walk up, leaving my luggage; I may come by rail &c &c. On the whole if you get no Letter, sit still.

I am sore fretted with flying rheumatisms, continual deficiency of sleep: but otherwise I really think fundamentally improved; and hope always poor old Scotsbrig with its quiet and its kindness; and abundant porridge diet, will do me still farther good. Love to my dear Mother & them all.

Ever your affectionate,

T. Carlyle

Poor old Corrie and the poor Lasses!—

The two Newspapers came (did not I mention them?)— Jane has put away her randy of a maid; and is now quieter.