The Collected Letters, Volume 26


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 23 August 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510823-TC-MAC-01; CL 26: 137-138


Malvern, 23 Augt, 1851—

My dear Mother,

If you come home today from the Gill, you will not be displeased to hear tomorrow how we are getting on here. I was very glad of Mary's little Letter; I hope you took a few more dips in the Solway, and have felt yourself the better for them.1 In little more than a week now I shall be on my journey towards you; nay perhaps I shall be as far as Liverpool on the evg of this very day come a week; and in a couple of days more I may hope to be at Scotsbrig if all go well!

I have prosecuted my Water-cure with great steadiness; and successfully in every way except that I am still a little defective in sleep: the hours are so arranged here that if you cannot fall asleep on the instant, and keep steadily asleep, you cannot possibly get enough: for the “bath-man” comes at six in the morning with the punctuality of Time, and whether you have slept or not, it is to him all one! However, I hope to get some long sleeps at Scotsbrig; and after fairly gathering myself out of these puddles, I shall probably feel a good deal better for some time to come. The quantity of walking and riding I have done, which is more than I ever did in any three weeks of my life before, ought of itself to produce an effect on me.— Jane, who has not gone into any kind of medicine, but only sauntered about and kept quiet, looks decidedly clearer: indeed we are all pretty well,—except the Dog Nero; whose malady proceeds from “high living,” and is to be cured by boluses and reduced diet (say the Authorities)! On Saturday next (this day week) we all set off, and after 6 or 7 miles of coach, get into the railway for 4 or 5 hours, and so hope to find ourselves in Liverpool, after all these adventures. I will write from there, what day you are to expect me,—perhaps sooner if there is anything whatever requiring to be said. I send a Note which came from John this morning. Love to all: dear Mother


T. C.