candlestick

October 1856-July 1857


The Collected Letters, Volume 32


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TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 21 July 1857; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18570721-TC-JWC-01; CL 32: 195


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE

Not a word today at 2, tho' I hoped there wd be something. I will still look forward to six;—Oh may the news be good when it comes! Last time the Letter did arrive at six; lay waiting for me, but with such a piece of tidings as I did not look for.

Are you sure you do not poison yourself with these chloroforms and things? I wish you wd take care!— But indeed you are convinced as much as myself of the hopelessness of drugging: yet when pain is intolerable one flies to any resource. Take care, take care! that is all I can say.

Geraldine (at 8 o'clock last night, for Rowland1 has no fixed limits) hear2 your Sunday account: still very bad, tho' a little better. She called to tell me; and that is all I have got to operate upon till word from yourself arrive, at six or whenever it may be.

Proofsheets arrived last night: part of Book II (“Scotch Sermon”3 shall be sent you before long); I did not fairly grapple with them yet;—have indeed to go to the London Library first. Whh I am about to do: riding not till six tonight, and then brief. I awoke too early; and have been good for little or nothing all day,—did get the poor job I was upon thrown off better or worse. So now for Proofs,—and Library first.

Ld Ashburton went off towards the Highlands, I suppose, on Saturday; since Friday evg I have heard nothing of him. A dim sombre truly miserable-looking party that; where I only staid half an hour,—old Lady Sandwich offering to give me a lift in her carriage. Too glad to get away. Goldwin Smith, Venables & Co, garnished by the Poodle (pretty drunkish), by Frh Baring, Lady Bath & Miss Baring.4 Anne had not quite got to bed when I came home;—having incurred loss of my porridge among other things. There is some appearance to rain today; whh to me individually will be very welcome indeed. God grant I may hear poor Jeannie is better! Adieu, Dearest.

T. Carlyle

(Chelsea 21 july 1857[)]