The Collected Letters, Volume 28


JWC TO JAMES CARLYLE ; 25 July 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530725-JWC-JC-01; CL 28: 222-223


Liverpool / Chatham Street [25 July 1853] Monday

My dear Jamie

I would have written yesterday to assure you all of my safe arrival, if I hadn't been clean past writing yesterday in fact laid on my back with a sick fit. That Express from Carlisle does fly at a terrible rate! My head was quite light with it when I reached Maryland Street at six oclock. I found the house door and windows there being painted; so it had been settled I was to sleep at my Cousin Alicks to be put out of the smell— Alick and his wife were waiting to take me home with them— I drank a tumbler of porter before going to bed, and there was perfect quietness. I should have slept with sheer fatigue if the Devil hadn't been in me. But I couldn't lie still five minutes spent the night in lighting matches to see myself awake!—towards morning I took, the more fool I, a double doze of Morphia—which made me so sick! oh so sick! and all yesterday I lay in bed retching and fainting by turns. Mrs Alick good little soul doctored me according to her ability which was not so bad—last night I got some sleep and today I am quite well again, only not strong enough for bathing in a Lynn1 and walking from Scotsbrig to Ecclefechan twice in one day. There was a letter from Mr C yesterday morning all well at Chelsea— Poor Nero has had a miserable time since he left Ecclefechan—no exercise and a little Sky Terrier here who worries him into convulsions of cowardice I hope to find a line from Scotsbrig at Maryland this morning—surely your Mother must have been well refreshed by that twelve hours sleep on Friday night kind remembrances to all—Nero joins me in the heartiest thanks to yourself and Isabella for your kindness at all times when I am with you

affectionately yours

J Carlyle