candlestick

1850


The Collected Letters, Volume 25


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 29 September 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500929-TC-JAC-01; CL 25: 239-240


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

Keswick, Sunday afternoon 29 (Septr) [1850]

Dear Brother,—I hope you will get my Letter of yesterday before leaving Dumfries. I write a single line today again that it may catch you tomorrow, for my address is once more to alter.

We are quite solitary here, Mr & Mrs S.1 and I; and I find they have postponed a visit of their own to the Marshalls on my behalf (last week); so in fine it is settled that we all go off to Coniston tomorrow;—and I wish you to write thither so soon as you can: “J. G. Marshall Esq Coniston, Ambleside”; that will find me at once (by aid of the Railway), and I will write to you again from that establisht. The Speddings I suppose will take me in their own vehicle; it is 24 miles to Ambleside, then 7 miles farther, whh does not make much of a journey even in wet weather. Tennyson, James Spedg &c &c are there; but I do not expect much satisfact[ion from] my visit among such a crowd of talking people (of late hours): however it is partly on my way, whichever direction I travel in: Ambleside being only four miles from the end of the Westmoreland Rail which corresponds with the Carlisle one at Kendal. Write to me and I will answer before going anywhither.

My mother's disappoint distresses me exceedingly; but what can we do? If at any future time she shd like to try it— But I suppose she herself coincides in her notion with you? I shd also like abundantly to see her and you all again: but alas, only think of what a jumble of additional travel, of sorrowful confusion, of &c &c; for, on the whole, what can I do at Scotsbrig, attempting to stay farther there? But I will write on this farther before we quite settle.

My sleep is pretty well come back to [me] last night; I feel pretty well, only infinitely sad (as is not unnatural) amid these solitudes,—for I have spent much of my time, besides this morning (happily), with my own thots only for company.— — A Letter has just come from Jane (over weight!)2 whh describes her as doing wonderfully well among the great people there, and not thinking of coming home for a good while yet.

Spedding and I (we having dined at 2 o'clock) are for walking over to see your friend Leitch, whom S. knows: “about 2 miles,” he says. We also call on “the Monteagles,” now here with Aubrey de Vere &c &c on St Herbert's Island, whh is Henry Marshall's place: “Wae's t aim!3

O dear Brother, give my Love to my dear good Mother and the rest: I believe I am waited for, down stairs, and must not say another word. God bless you all!

T. Carlyle