The Collected Letters, Volume 27


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 5 August 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520805-TC-JWC-01; CL 27: 205


Linlathen, 5 Augt, 1852

Thanks poor little soul. I looked confidently for a Letter today, and you have sent one full of news, and with promise of more perhaps for tomorrow,—which perhaps may it become a certainty!

Meanwhile here we have got such a picture of absolute chaos in Cheyne Row as ought to satisfy the most craving appetite; and I perceive your prediction of 2 months (frightful to the soul!) is perfectly likely to be conformable to fact. Eheu! What shall be decided on? It is really a grave case; and something conformable to the nature of it must be resolved on! However, there is not a word possible on that subject at present, not sooner than tomorrow if even that. Sufficient for this day to say, That my term is now come here; that I am to go off southward tomorrow (Friday at 1 p.m.); that I night in Fergusdom; and then next day home to Annandale!

For the rest, I am quite well, indeed getting better daily for the last week;—but here at present is such a hurry for want of absolute time that not one word more can be written even to the best Goody I have ever seen in the world.

Viz. Farie came two days ago; has planned a “journey to Arbroath” (sorrow on him): and I have spent all my time writing to Scribe Taylor (poor soul) to John, to Jessy Fergus,—and now Erskine & Farie sit like greyhounds on the slip.1

Adieu dearest Adieu /

T. C.