candlestick

1852


The Collected Letters, Volume 27


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TC TO ISABELLA CARLYLE ; 30 October 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18521030-TC-IC-01; CL 27: 345-346


TC TO ISABELLA CARLYLE

The Grange, 30 Octr / 1852—

Dear Isabella,

I got your Letter, with much thankfulness; and was very glad indeed to hear that my Mother and the rest of you were so well.

Jane went away from this place yesterday, in clearly better case than she had come, tho' still very weakly; she had got authentic news that the Painters &c were now fairly all gone about their business (on Thursday last, I think); whereupon she set off on Friday (which at any rate was her preappointed day); but refused to take me with her for two days to come till she had got the house sorted a little. I accordingly am here till monday; a most solitary, silent and rather dull and melancholy man. For the people are absolutely all away, Jane was the last; and except the Lord and Lady of the place, who are busy with many things of their own, and only appear at meal-time, there is absolutely no soul here but myself, and this big house in the public parts of it, is silent as a Convent. However I have Books, I have tobacco, also a good ride daily; and am at no loss to pass my time till Monday.

The Doctor will have returned before this arrive. Tell him the earliest Note he can write will find me at Chelsea now. I have still the German Book which I send or keep as he requires when I get home. I long also to know when the grand day for him is to be.

One thing I must not forget: the oatmeal—Jane, when I inquired about it, could give no precise answer; but I think about 3 or 4 stone,—say 4 stone,—will be enough, with our present ways of supping. The butter and it will, of course, be welcome, whenever they come.

I am glad for Jamie's sake to hear of such prices for cattle: the whole country is prospering exceedingly in trade (owing to the Californian gold, say some); but it requires no warlock to prophesy that that will not be lasting.

Adieu, dear Isabella. The rooks are becoming audible from the distant woods; and my daylight and paper are both at an end. I send my love and regards to one and all; and am ever Your Affecte Brother— T. Carlyle