The Collected Letters, Volume 26


JWC TO HELEN WELSH; 4 July 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510704-JWC-HW-01; CL 26: 98-100


Friday [4 July 1851]

Dearest Helen

It was a capital thought in you to write that little note. You can hardly imagine how cheering it was, on my return home, fagged to death and out of humour with “things in general.”1 I almost wished on the way home that the Devil of a Fly might have again failed you and that I might find you after all—but it was better not—and neither would it have been better had we made an appointment after the Lecture—the Lecture terminated at twenty minutes before five!!2 Thackeray having seen fit to give a long rigmarole about the dignity of the Litrary profession into the bargain, which I as mixed up in that profession found to be rather derogatory to his own dignity, and unspeakably boring— Mr C could hardly sit still and hold his tongue, and dashed off the instant he ceased speaking, down a side door that nobody found out before, I following and the whole thing was vexatious. Harriet Martineau sat next me3— I am glad the Lectures are done and shouldn't mind if every thing were done;4 so far as I am concerned I feel so weary and sick— I hope to get a line from you tomorrow morning—I have no time to write this morning, and no paper—and no spirits—but I need to thank you for your note so well timed—giving me the only cheering possible under the circumstances— Ann has been praising you highly this morning “such a very nice young Lady—always in one way”— Nero smelt of the castor oil all night, and I have had to wash him, the first thing after breakfast— Then I took to redding up to shake off the sense of loneliness from your absence—and now I am going off to return these new peoples calls god help me—Ever affectionately yours J C