TC TO JWC ; 16 August 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580816-TC-JWC-01; CL 34: 130-131
TC TO JWC
The Gill, 16 Augt, 1858
Dearest,—I am in a sufficient horror at the thot of Foxton and my German Journey (especially since it has been all overset by the new appointment “to Leith” instead of “Newcastle”): but what can I do? Give it up altogether? I declare, that is very much my mind today:—but I slept badly (had an unwholesome kind of hodgepodge yesterday!), I will wait till tomorrow before coming to so sad a decision!
Foxton is commonplace, “scratchy-plastery” as you say: but he is a gentn too; he is— — Alas, I cannot go alone— — Mary enters saying “Waldie coming!”1 (20 minutes before his time “Waldie” is the Postman) I must end abruptly: for if you get no letter at all, you will fall into one knows not what quandary. I will meditate this German journey: and come to some definite kind of plans tomorrow. Write you hither still till on Wednesday: I may perhaps be off on Thursday to Scotsbrig; but your Letter will follow thither.
Send the stock, send it Dearest. Take care of yourself Oh take care; and tell me what your precise days and plans are. And pity the most dyspeptical of mortals.
I wish Foxton had held by Newcastle: I shd have been spared two ugly days. Oh Dearest Adieu— “Waldie” calls again.
Yours ever /
T. Carlyle
