The Collected Letters, Volume 28


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 25 July 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530725-JWC-TC-01; CL 28: 220-222


Liverpool / 100 Chatham Street Monday [ 25 July 1853].

Sophy's letter yesterday would be better than nothing; would at least satisfy you I had come to hand—tho' in assez mauvaise condition [bad enough condition]— I got your last letter, addressed to Scotsbrig, at Middlebie on my way to the Station—and it cheered me up a little for “taking the road.” God knows I needed some cheering— In spite of your letter I cried all the way to Carlisle pretty well— I felt to love my poor old Country so much in leaving it that morning, privately minded never to return— After an hour and half of waiting at Carlisle I was whirled to Liverpool so fast oh so fast!—my brains somehow couldnt subside after— The warmest welcome awaited me at Maryland Street—my Uncle looked especially pleased Nero ran up to him alone in the Drawing room as if to tell we were come. And when I went in was standing at his knees my uncles hand on his head as if receiving his blessing But the front door and windows were being painted at Maryland Street and they were afraid of the smell annoying me, and had settled I was to sleep at Alick's—1 Alick and Sophy were there to take me home with them— I was better pleased to sleep here it is a much larger better aired house—a more comfortable quieter bed room never was slept in—but I couldnt close my eyes—took two morphia pills at three in the morning—and they produced that horrible sickness which morphia produces in some people—all yesterday I was in bed alternating between retching and fainting—Sophy “came out very strong” as a nurse and even as a Dr—reminding me so much of her Mother!2 I wish you would write two lines of answer to her note—she was really uncommonly kind to me Today I am recovered, having slept pretty well last night—only “too weak for anything”— I shall probably be home on Thursday—hardly sooner I think—but I will write again before I come— I told Sophy to tell you that your Mother had slept twelve hours the night before I came away— She does not read herself at present—but Jane was reading the books you sent aloud to her—and Margaret Austin read aloud some of Chalmers's letters3 as Jamie and I were driving to the Station on Saturday we met Jessie Austin going to Scotsbrig to stay a while in room of Margaret who had gone home when Jean came I thought Jessie a remarkably nice looking young woman sweettempered intelligent and affectionate looking—and wellbred withal I only spoke with her five minutes in passing but she made the most decided impression on me. No more at present—

Affectionately yours /

J W C.

Your letter to Maryland Street was brought up in the morning but I could not read it till afternoon thanks for never neglecting4