TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 25 July 1857; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18570725-TC-JWC-01; CL 32: 198-199
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Chelsea, Saty (quarter to 4) [25 July 1857]
Nothing, dear Jeannie; only half a word to say there is nothing,—the rather as sunday will intervene and a considerable gap in postage. Anne declares herself well today; so that is over. I took new potatoes yesterday; extremely mealy and good; but—but we will not try them for a month to come. Carrots and boiled chicken (for vegetables and meat) are my bower-anchor:1 today we are to try shin soup again.
Anne's Sister, a strange flaring woman all in bluish silks, had rung just at the door yesternight when I arrived there home from riding: poor old mother2 taken ill of cholera-complaints (not Asiatic) whh are very common here;—I will hope, she is mending, poor old creature, in the cool weather that has now come.— Yesternight Nero and I walked an hour and a half,—vehemently;—but you see what the potatoes are up to!3— In riding time, I called on Brigr Mackenzie; unluckily did find him!—talking with great emphasis on Indian matters, writing (privately) in the Daily News; but no ansr as to an appointt there yet.4 Tongue cannot speak the horrors that were done on the English,—especially on the poor women,—by those mutinous hyaenas. Allow hyaenas to mutiny; and strange things will follow!5 It is a thot of mine many British Interests besides India are on a baddish road of late!6— — Today I was just finishing a Book (or section of my subject,—thank God!)—I could have done it really, so near was I; but preferred writing Goody this scratch. Tomorrow will be a heavy day with Proofs. Printers are getting on. Courage!— — Nero is lying on the sofa (garret here) “Hchuc! hchuc! are we not going out then Sir?” Hardly my friend! Geraldine has never had him out again. Four strikes.7 Adieu Dearest; and thanks for the good news. A long Letter on Monday I hope? Ever / T. Carlyle