candlestick

1851


The Collected Letters, Volume 26


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 28 November 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18511128-TC-JAC-01; CL 26: 244-245


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

Chelsea, 28 Novr, 1851—

My dear Brother,

Your Letter, many thanks for it, came last night: Jean had sent us Alick's the night before. We are concerned to hear of so many accidents: poor Jenny falling ill; Alick's Tom escaping only with the loss of his horse; and now this ugly blow on poor Jemmy's head, which might easily have turned out very ill indeed! That must have been a stern “ride” he had, “home by himself,” poor fellow!— I am afraid his head will feel it for some time to come; pray attend to him, and give him such advice as may best help him thro' the business.

By the way, if you have any good Histories (Robertson's America, Scotland &c or any other recommendable), Jean seems in some want of reading at present, and it wd be a kindness to send her something of the kind.1— — I stick all the Letters in today, and hope you will amuse my Mother a little by reading them at night. Margt Austin's presence there, since she performs so well, is a great comfort to us on our Mother's account. I want none of those Letters back, except Varnhagen's, which you may send when convenient.

Jane goes to the Grange on Monday; I stay here by myself for about a fortnight, having pleaded off from going so soon: abt the 13th, it is schemed, I am to go down, along with Twistleton &c, and so be in at the last act.— I am reading Books abt Fk the Great, beyond doubt; but with no clear view yet of doing any good by writing of him: his being a foreigner is a grand drawback to such an enterprise.— Last night, Twistn was here, and poor Saffi who is busy reading your Dante: French talk, not of the best! Saffi is a very good creature, with much intelligence and modesty: Jane has got him a little teaching; for which he regards her as a friend in need. “Miss Farrer” did not “come.”— What an excellt stock of coals and whisky!— — Give my love to my good Mother, and to all the rest. Yours ever

T. Carlyle

Alas, it won't hold Varnhagen:2n'importe [no matter].