TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 25 June 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510625-TC-MAC-01; CL 26: 93-94
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Wednesday [25 June 1851]
My dear good Mother,
I am well enough; but terribly busy,—such a welter of confused papers round me as like to drive me distracted (if I were not a very wise and patient man,—indeed exemplary in that respect, as you know me to be!)—I write, in great haste, to say so much; well knowing what anxieties your good heart is capable of harbouring about us.
Helen Welsh is still here; going on Tuesday: a busy woman in the interim. M'Diarmid too was here one day; very doited-looking,—with whisky perhaps? The Crystal Palace, they say, is getting quite dim, very dusty and choky with unwashed multitudes; the big trees in it now nearly dead. I cannot say I am immensely shocked to hear it. Such a racket and gilravage sound nothing at all but infatuated vacuity never took place in my time before. And all trade is at an end: Chapman the Booksr told me the other day he (like all other tradesmen) was doing absolutely nothing whatever; Murray1 had said, If it were not for the look of the thing he wd shut up shop. They are proposing now to call Cole (quasi Coal or “black-diamond”; who is really, under Prince Albert, the author of all this mischief) “Koh-i-Nigger” or the mountain of Darkness!2— Jack will explain the joke; whh is Chapman's (I rejoice to say), and not mine.
I had a Note from Jean yesterday: all well, but busy and have never got across to Scotsbrig yet. I must write to her in a day or two.— Here is a Piece abt Mrs Bendysh,3 whh you will like to read: keep it safe after (give it to the Doctor to keep for me).— — The weather here, never yet much too hot, may be called delightful. I please myself with thinking that it does my dear Mother much good. Blessings to all of you. I shall be looser soon, and will write whether or not. Adieu