candlestick

1852


The Collected Letters, Volume 27


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TC AND JWC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 5 June 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520605-TCJWC-MAC-01; CL 27: 135


TC AND JWC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE

Chelsea, Saturday [5 June 1852]

My dear Mother,

I meant to write to you today; but suddenly find I have not time left: out I must go, on a Tailoring expedition; Jane waits till I am ready!

One thing only let me say, therefore, to prevent your kind imagination from troubling you: I have quite done with any disorder; am indeed rather better than before the influenza business; tho' still obliged to take rather more heed of damps &c than formerly. Be at ease, therefore, dear good Mother, so far as I am concerned. Take good care of your weak self; and do not fret or surmise about me.— T.C.

[JWC's postscript:]

Very Well! that will do for the present— Having been waiting a quarter of an hour with my bonnet on, I may as well finish this propitious beginning while he changes his coat— It is quite true that he is done with that illness—and might have been done with it much sooner if he had treated himself with ordinary sense—I am surprised that so good and sensible a woman as yourself should have brought up her Son so badily, that he should not know what patience and self denial mean! merely observing “Thous't guy ill to deal wi”!—“guy ill” indeed!1 and always the longer the worse! When he was ill this last time he said to Anne (the servant) one morning “I should like tea for breakfast this morning; but you needn't hurry”!—— The fact was he was purposing “to wash his skin all over with soap and water” but Anne didn't know that and thought he “——must be dangerously ill—that he should ever have thought of saying you needn't hurry! it was such an unlikely thing for the master to say!—it quite made flesh creep”!! You see the kind of thing we still go on with: and now I too must go—there is a coat to be altered at the Tailors and he cant tell himself that the sleeves are too tight— A kiss to Jamie

God bless you all

Yours affectionately /

Jane Carlyle