The Collected Letters, Volume 28


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 30 September 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530930-TC-JWC-01; CL 28: 280-281


Addiscombe, 30 Septr, 1853

I know not when you will get this, for I am too late for writing any letter by the general post,—half an hour to four, before I would consent to look from my Voltaire into my watch! N'importe [No matter]: it will get to you before you go out; and the rest can wait. I am reading,—alas yes, but is1 in utter idleness, all this morning; I am one of the idlest of mortals, and if I am “happy” here, it is only at the cost of doing nothing. I have been up since 7 a.m.; and, except walking for an hour, have been lounging as in a Turkish Bath: ah me!

Your letter, with the Dumfries Paper, my only tidings this morning lay on the table; you I took out with me, and read as I walked. Poor little soul, heavyladen little Goody! I declare it is perfectly miserable, this want of sleep, with all this toil and bother. I know not how you keep your feet, much less your temper. Courage, poor Jeannie, nevertheless! We shall get that odious rubbish swept away; and have a little peace again by and by.

I am coming home tomorrow; I will set no hour: it will be towards evening;—and if I have got no dinner here (as is likely enough), never mind: I will take a bit of bacon to my toast at tea, and all will be right on that side. My bed will be ready, it appears,—for one night at any rate;—and,—I have left this lodging open for my return next evening. Dinner on Sunday (with or witht pudding!), and then I can go back, if that be necessary;—especially if you will go with me? Why not? I still think it wd do you good for a couple of days: and then—we wd all come home together. I have sent my [clothes?]2 to be washed; the tea is not done, but will in 2 days be; other stores low but replenishable.— Adieu Dearest: for God's sake try to get a little sleep! Yours / T. Carlyle