The Collected Letters, Volume 28


JWC TO JOHN WELSH ; 2 August 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530802-JWC-JWE-01; CL 28: 239-240


5 Cheyne Row / Tuesday [2 August 1853]

All right Uncle darling! Nero and I got safe home and I have since had two teeth pulled. “Oh my!” wasnt that “a go” the first thing on getting up this morning!—and then the first of these teeth was equivalent to THREE teeth, for it had to be pulled in three separate pieces. as my Dentist warned me at the starting—and I must go back tomorrow to get yet another pulled or stuffed—for I am not quite free of toothach yet I find—and the man told me a third was as bad as any of them. You may fancy I havnt had much pleasure in home coming under these astonishing circumstances! Otherwise it would have been rather nice for both Mr C and Fanny receved me with enthusiasm— If Mr C had had a baby to keep during my absence he could [not]1 have looked more thankful— I found him at the Station with a cab—the usual cabs were all waiting—and I “run” [smuggle] my little keg or dog successfully—but the creature was so stupified with being kept so secret, that he showed no more knowledge of his Master than of the man in the moon—refused to so much as let him take his paw—at which his Master, as you can fancy, was much hurt—on coming into the house he ran all over moaning and whining in a painful sort of way—and wouldn't let Fanny touch him either—he evidently disliked coming home somehow. Nevertheless this morning he sprang out of bed at the postman's ring, and rushed down to him as if his morning deliveries had never been interrupted— as for me, I did not get a wink of sleep with these horrid teeth, and got up with much less alacrity, meaning so soon as I had swallowed a cup of coffee to go up to town at once to the Dentist—so when Mr C saw me first today I had two teeth less in my head—oh that I could have said three!

It is the loveliest weather here I hope you may have as good for your journey. And that I shall soon hear you are well at Auchtertool— Mr C seems quite minded to stay on here the whole year—unless the building of the silent room drive him out into space—but that is not quite decided on yet— Lara the parrot has got a pole as long again as when I left and is now on a line with Mr C's bedroom windows! I have not seen a soul yet out of the house—and dont wish to till my mouth is calmed down— I write these lines before unpacking my trunk in case of any interruption, and my letter not reaching you before to start—but I am all in a shiver and not up to expatiating on things in general so good by dearest Uncle and heartily thank you for your kindness and God bless you all

Your affectionate /

Jane W Carlyle

Will Mary2 be so good as post this note which I brought away in my pocket by mistake— It is dated Liverpool and shouldn't have the Chelsea postmark—