candlestick

1853


The Collected Letters, Volume 28


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TC TO LADY ASHBURTON ; 23 December 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18531223-TC-LA-01; CL 28: 347


TC TO LADY ASHBURTON

Scotsbrig, 23 December 1853—

Dear Lady,—Thank God, I still find my poor old Mother living, still able to recognise me with a faint gleam of joy from amid the dark waters where she is struggling and sinking. It was a great mercy to me, this morning; I had a night of sad misgivings: this was all I had a right to ask, and this was granted me.

For the rest, her weakness is extreme; a more spent creature, with life, with intellect, still left, I never saw. Ah me, ah me! But we must not quarrel with the inevitable: let us look into the heart of Sorrow, find also what Sorrow means, when that comes to be the task set us.

I will write another word probably before long. Today I am loaded with dull headache from the railway, not to speak of other still more inarticulate burdens, and ought to be silent. But the eyes I saw wetted for my sake the other day are still present to me; and no part of your noble goodness to me is or can be forgotten.

God bless you, dear Lady /

Yours ever / T.C.