JWC TO FRANK JEWSBURY ; 15 July 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520715-JWC-FJ-01; CL 27: 167-168
JWC TO FRANK JEWSBURY
Thursday [15 July 1852]
My dear Frank
I should have returned your letters sooner if I had not been driven from post to pillar all these days as I never was before in my life tho' I have undergone three Flittings and plenty of occasional house-earthquakes.
All the last week I have not even had my natural rest till six in the morning, when the men burst in and thunder all over the house—for I had no bed to sleep in, but must just move about and lie down like a dog wherever I saw a little clear space.
The want of sleep and the thermometer at 80 in the shade, and the crash of doom around me, and in the midst of all Mr C needing to be kept safe and clean and cool at the top of the house makes a complication
I have taken back the little girl I had during my servants illness to specially go after Mr C with a watering pan to keep his floors continually wet and dustless as he requires them!— Then my natural Servant leaves on Tuesday next, and tho the new one looks beautiful and sweet, as the angels god knows how she can cook and scrub.
I have heard nothing more of the Newtons and I should think never shall, for to all Mrs Newtons entreaties that I “would forgive Nodes, and try him once more”!! I answered that the last three times Mr N had got into my house it had been purely by the mistake of my Servant who was ordered to exclude him—and that now nothing on earth could ever induce me to be in the “same room with that man”— At first she was inclined to resent what I said about him and then she wept bitterly and said she had only forgiven him herself when he fell ill of it—and took to bed and couldnt eat—He had as usual told her beautiful excuses, throwing all the blame like a cowardly rascal as he is on the woman Jackson—who really seems worthy of him!
Why dont Geraldine write me a line in my difficulties— God knows what is going to become of us—the house I am sure wont be done these six months! and Mr C takes no step to get out of it—still however talks of Germany for us both by and by
Yours very truly /
Mrs Newtons note to you is marvellous—who could have believed such a bitter insolent spirit in her!1
Oh dear I ha[ve] forgotten Carlyles thankful message about the picture which he burnt in the kitchen himself five minutes after it came to hand. Sic transit gloria mundi2 [So passes the world's glory].