TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 15 October 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18521015-TC-JAC-01; CL 27: 333
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 15 Octr, 1852—
My dear Brother,
I do not think there will be the slightest chance of finding your Cardplate in the present distracted conditions of these premises, and of all that inhabit them; therefore indeed, not to wreck the peace farther, I say nothing about it at all! All kinds of painters, gasfitters, glaziers, just in the agony of departure (for it is all to be clear in 3 days or 4), are storming about this house, four or five ladders on the staircase, which is covered with dusty litter, and requires you to mind your skirts well, and have a supply of turpentine over and above. Add to which we ourselves are just packing up, off for the Grange for a week or ten days, till the thing do end. A journey, which, like all farther journeys, I have struggled to omit; but it is in fact the reasonablest course, and so we go at twelve today.— Poor Jane is worn to a thread, thinner in fact than I ever saw her, poor soul; and I myself am nearly brokenhearted, nearly dead; asking of the Fates one blessing, a place to lie down in, and be let alone there, which hitherto cannot anywhere be granted me, but will soon here, if it now please the Powers.—I brought you a Book from Berlin, a Vocabulario Dantesco by some learned man of Halle; a Gift from poor Abeken,1 whom you remember at Rome as Blitzableiter [lightning rod, i.e., troubleshooter], who is now an Official man at Berlin, and was unweariedly kind to me while there. I meant to have sent the Book, first yesterday, and still more indisputably this morning: but I perceive you cannot do the least good with it in your present interesting posture, and so it shall lie here, till you order abt it at my return.
We send you deepest good wishes, and innumerable unspoken thoughts, solemn, serious, hopeful and ever affectionate, on your great affair,—which may God prosper, in every sense! Certainly in your new life are many elements of good, which all parts of the old one have wanted; so, as beseems serious mortals, we will pray and augur well.— Kindest regards to the Lady who is to be my Sister you must not forget to offer from me. I have nothing more today; but hope soon to hear again, and write again. Yours ever T. Carlyle