TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 16 December 1854; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18541216-TC-JAC-01; CL 29: 216-217
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
16 decr, 1854—
My dear Brother,
Here is a new Letter which has followed you; I think you will still get it tomorrow at Miss F.'s1 if I send it off. Your Note came yesterday morning; and was very welcome to me.
I believe your bilious fit will do you good: it is probably the consequence of our long walk to and from Neuberg's together;2 which ailed, not quite in that way, but in an analogous one, on me too; and was accepted as advantageous.
My work goes ill on here; which is purely the fruit of my own languid inability to grapple heartily with it and crush it down under me. For which, except in myself, there is evidently no remedy! I merely need to get sufficiently wretched over it; then I shall rise in despair, and can do it. My progress depends far more on the stomach than on anything else; which indeed has always been sadly the case with me, but seldom to such an extent as now in these hebetated times.
Jane has got considerably better; fairly round out of her weakest phasis, the specific cold about gone: she had gone out when I was last down stairs, to take advantage of the fine clean temperate day we have.3 It seems to me to be settled that she will go to the The Grange after all; on Wednesday next,—after many outings and innings upon it. The Ashburtons are here for the Parliament; are to go again on Monday: I continue here safe in my garret for the present. My room is now much better; the grate decidedly improved, and much cold air excluded by pasting: I calculate I shall yet make a rather nice and warm room of it, and be comparatively very snug here, at least in the winter time.— I got a Newspaper from Jenny this week (date, 24 Novr), and wrote to the poor little soul since; I had also about two weeks ago a Newspaper from Alick (date 2 Novr): we are widely scattered over the world;—but it might be far worse too, and will not always be so well. There is great animation here to prosecute the Turk War (which indeed is our only course now: Go all at it, since it is here, and finish it if we all can!)—a quantity of babble is nearly all the talk one hears.— I saw Farie the other day; asking for you; well, and as dull as ever. Adieu, dear Brother. Write soon. Ever your affecte T. Carlyle