The Collected Letters, Volume 26


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 28 July 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510728-TC-MAC-01; CL 26: 114-115


Chelsea, 28 july, 1851—

My dear Mother,

I know not where John is today, whether started from you or not; therefore I address a small word to you as the one I can hit best. Jack's Letter came only at 9 o'clock on Saturday night, far too late for answering.1

We have, this morning, a most magnanimous Letter from Dr Gully of the Water Establishment: how he has known me these 12 years to good purpose; how he was just about writing of his own accord to catch me;—and now he invites Jane and me to come and lodge in his house (nobody there but a sister and two children) for a month, and promises to do some good upon us with all the skill he has. Really a very kind and good Letter, and beyond doubt a most handsome offer:—I meant to send you the Letter today; but Jane has gone out, and I cannot find it at the moment. We immediately decided to accept (leaving a kind of open stitch, to “seek other lodgings deliberately” if we like): and I have just written that we are to be with him on the evening of Saturday, if that suit him, as doubtless it will.2 Saturday first, then, is the day we leave home; let Jack understand that. And as for you, dear Mother, you will understand that Saturday fifth (“four weeks” after),3 if all go well, is the time when Scotsbrig may be beginning to look for me! I set out for the North, and will leave Jane in Lancashire, directly after Malvern.— We are not to Brighton today; Miss Jewsbury is here; and the Brighton affair is all off;4 which I am not sorry for. My Printers too have been unusually alert last week (‘four times as much as usual), and we are near the end after all!—

John told me you had been ailing; alas, a little thing oversets you now! He said you were up again; but beg Isabella to write a word as to how you continue. We expect the Dr, by some route, very soon; our times being as above. (This is new Paper John Chorley is getting for me; which, on trial, I like). Take care of yourself, dear Mother! Give my love to one and all.5

Your affectionate /

T. Carlyle