The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 13 September 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500913-TC-JCA-01; CL 25: 209


Scotsbrig, Friday, 12 [13] Septr 1850

My dear Jean,—We got home perfectly successfully that day about 6 o'clock, stopping 2 hours and more at the Gill where we found Mary and the rest of them busy and well. The day was beautifully bright and calm enough, and did my poor Mother and self good as we drove along thro' the still country. I thought how kind and long-suffering you all were to me, and what an unfortunate bundle of nerves and diseases I alway am when I come among you! Patience, patience: we cannot help it,—at least not at present. I have never yet recovered my sleep; indeed last night I did very ill in that respect: but today I feel that I am much better, and shall probably perform a good sleep again tonight, and be all as I was. Poor old W. Grahame & Sister1 were here last night; and, unconsciously, proved very wearisome: tonight we hope to be alone. Our Mother is round to her usual beat, or perhaps even better for the journey;—the gloves too, she did at last find, were exquisitely good! She is at present buried deep in a new Novel called Alton Locke Tailor and Poet (and Chartist, too) which has lately come: her appetite for reading is great, fortunate and remarkable. Item James's American whisk is hung up by a tack on the wall; it brushes my coat better than anything I ever had.— Jack has just come over (favourable news from Newfield), and is writing Letters “till 2.”

Will you tell Jenny2 there is no hurry about any of these things but the new nightshirt, whh I cannot well want (nay it shd be clean too!) on Thursday next. Also that if any overplus remain of the purchase-money I gave her, she must divide it equally between her two Lasses.— — It is by no means certain that I shall not run up again by myself some day before leaving this region: but I must promise nothing, being so weak a vessel. My kind love to one and all.— Your affectionate Brother T. Carlyle