TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 7 March 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530307-TC-MAC-01; CL 28: 67-68
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea Monday (7 March, 1853)
My dear Mother,
I have just got Isabella's Letter to Jean, kindly forwarded to me from Dumfries, as I am on the point of going out for the afternoon; and certainly it is the best “pennyworth” that has been spent on me this long time! It has taken a huge load from my sickly spirits; which had been weighing me down night and day for a week past, let me do what I could. Let us be thankful, let us be thankful!—
I have heard nothing from the Doctor, and was much disappointed this morning, but strove against sad surmises. Isabella's Note to myself came duly,1 for which give her my thanks; I saw it was the best news she had to send, and so remained in my uncertainties.— You have evidently had a very bad turn, Mother dear; and must keep out of the cold by all manner of means: we have now weather here almost as warm as summer, and very soft and muddy; but there will come sharp blasts again, and I entreat you take care of them! That frost is really insupportable to thinskinned weak creatures: I dislike London mud, and the heavy wet-blanket of the West; but it is welcome indeed, in comparison with what it has succeeded. I am now getting my hands cleaned again, which were all cracky, and could not be washed white even by hot water.
We are well enough, both of us; and greatly relieved by the little Note just come. Again thanks to all,—and thanks to the Giver of Good first of all. I run out with a lighter heart; and will write soon more at length. Jamie's Newspaper is not come: but there are two for you, and now, I conclude, you will be able to read again. Adieu, dear Mother. Your affectionate