TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 22 December 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18511222-TC-JAC-01; CL 26: 276-277
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
The Grange, Monday / 22 decr, 1851—
My dear Brother,
I have just written to Adamson explaining myself definitely about Craigenputtoch. I have said that we must try for £200 of rent; that he is straightway to offer it to M'Queen at that sum, I engaging to do any draining &c that may be reasonable. I have said that if M'Qn refuse, Adamson and you must decide about advertising;—but that (privately) in fine I think that M'Queen at £190 is to be preferred to any general stranger at £200. As to the House, I have admitted that it was very little likely ever to be required by us, but that if a clause was introduced impowering us to require it and the field on an abatement of £10 or so, it might be good; and also that something shd be covenanted about the hedges &c where they are in danger to go wrong. This is the substance of my Letter to Adamson, whh he will read to you at sight if you wish it.
For, on the whole, dear Brother, I found I must appoint you to act for me, if you can possibly spare me so much time,—and to judge and suggest about many little matters whh will incidentally arise, and can only be settled on the spot. I have accordingly bidden Adamson offer the above terms immediately to M'Qn, and then on his refusal or on his assent he is to write immediately to you, appointing another interview;—and, on the whole, at once or gradually you must endeavour to settle between you what is wisest to be done, and guide the matter to an issue the best you can, which I will then endeavour to confirm, and so end. It will save me a great deal of fash; and if you have any time to spare I will ask you to do it for me.— But on the other hand, as perhaps you really are too deep in Dante to be tumbled up into so new an element, I have told Adamson that “James the Farmer” cd do perfectly instead of “John the Doctor,”—and so you must beg him to go and act for me; like a good prudent man as he is, in case you cannot. And so enough!—
The dignitaries (Lansdown, Grey, &c) are all off today; and so we have a much quieter household. In fact nobody is here but Clough, and certain women:—Poor Clh is not succeeding his “University Hall” (no fault of his, but of the thing's which belongs to flimsy ambitious unitarians &c); so he decides to quit it; and is now a Candidate for some Professorship in Sydney, a new university there, under Govt, not far from the Antipodes, poor fellow!1 It was with a view of recommending him a little to the Lansdownes &c that his hosts (I suppose) invited him at prest.
Our weather has grown rainy, and is still very warm. I ride when I can get a chance, which is most days when rain is off, and failing that I walk double strides.— There has at last come a Letter from Gully, to whom I sent a fine green-morocco set of my Books: he wishes us back for another fly at hydropathy “between this and April”; which I think will hardly take effect.— Poor Lord Lansdowne (who is the politest of official old gentn) on taking leave of me last night murmured some thing about “Bowood for Mrs Cle and me,” for which of course I had to thank down to the ground: but I do sincerely hope he will not send us any summons to his principality,—at least and lowest for this year! Ay de mi! My Mother's Newspaper (there being no post yesternight) only comes today; your Nation has not yet arrived here. My love to my Mother; and to you all. Adieu T. Carlyle