The Collected Letters, Volume 27


TC TO LADY ASHBURTON ; 21 July 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520721-TC-LA-01; CL 27: 174


Chelsea, 21 july, 1852

Dear Lady,—We have got all your Notes; I have seen Weber,1 and heard from him; we are truly sorry for poor Lord An,—but hope his fine prospects will reappear when Weber comes with promise of help. He looks to me one of the usefullest Doctors I have seen this good while.

In these minutes (very hastily at last) I am in flight for Scotland; actually going in 10 minutes by a Dundee Steamer;—arrives in 60 hours, if all go well; takes me to Linlathen, a fine high-lying House by the shore of the German Ocean,2 and to a fine friendly high-thinking soul, a saint according to the old Xtian model, and really one of the best conditioned mortals now alive in this world. There I am to be for ten days,—six hours of each day rigo[ro]usly3 granted me for solitary reading;—after Linlathen I go into native Annandale.— I will write to you when I get to anchor: Address “Hotel de l'Europe, Frankft am Mayn,” is it not. My address is “Thomas Erskine, Esqr. Linlathen, Dundee,” or “Chelsea” always if one is in doubt.

Carpenters, Plumbers, Bricklayers are holding a Walpurgis Tag [Day] in this habitation,—which Jane too, I hope, will desert, at least for the nights. Some faint vestige of Germany still hovers in the distance for the end of August; but that is quite uncertain, all is uncertain.

You for your part, I should fancy, are coming home? That probably will be suitablest for your Invalid and for yrself. Not a word more, in this Babel of all the Hurries and Noises. Yours always truly / T. Carlyle