July-December 1858

The Collected Letters, Volume 34


TC TO JWC ; 19 August 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580819-TC-JWC-01; CL 34: 146-147


The Gill, (Thursday 1 p.m.) 19 Augt, 1858—

It was an immense relief to me that Note of yours, Dear: I had been considerably flurried by the Nothing of yesterday, tho' I tried “not to”: but here is the bright blue fleuret [sweet flower]1 today, and the news altogether such as I cd have wished. Thank that excellent Mrs Pringle for me; and say how much I admire her graceful dexterities, as well as her considerate kindness, in doing the sacred rites to my poor Goody. That of Carlisle was excellt: a difficulty I had often been thinking of. You can have a nice Mail train 9.15 (I think) a.m. Euston Square, Carlisle nr 7 p.m.,—if you do not care to trouble Liverpool. And keep within the “close carriage,” especially if there be damp, and night coming on! I hope really Mrs Pringle will be able to say something satisfactory of you, nay to shew you a much-improved creature, when I return.

This morning, before your flower or Note had come, I plucked a bonnie red gowan for you, and stuck it in my buttonhole;—but, alas, the fury of packing has sunk it utterly in the universal hurlyburly, and you must dispense with that small blessing.

I have had such a “packing,” today and all yesterday, as man need not—long for at all! In fact I am utterly worn to ruin; and had thot of taking a stretch on bed before going farther. But the time presses: gig to Scotsbrig, Mary accompanying to bring it back,—and all things are really sorted here in some measure; an immense package of clothes (new and old) left lying here, in Mary's care (and yours, if you can; not if you cannot). Mary & all her household have been according to their wont; kindness itself,—as poor Jean has been too, whose embarrassed shortcomings, only render her conduct more pathetic to me. Be good, be tolerant, in these quarters for my sake. Were you ever otherwise! No, never at all; and I know what praise is in that, too, my little woman.

While you are at home in Chelsea, give Till's groom2 the Horse-Ticket and Half-a-crown (or so—on Sunday 2/6 wd do; but perhaps not on a weekday: ask Larkin again!)—and request said groom to go & have a look, in the Old Deer Park,3 at his and my old fourfooted friend, and report candidly upon him. I shd like that done.— Poor dromedary here, one of the stupidest of contented awkward animals, looks quite pathetic on me today, as if it knew that we were to travel together no more, or hardly more!—

If John call, bury old grudges;4 there has been enough of the scourging system I should say. Agt you the poor soul, I believe, has never deliberately had one hard thot, much less spoken any unfriendly word.

Tomorrow again will be a day of tumult and fatigue (I doubt), several things still to do; but I will try to send you one word more,—indeed I must; appointing (so far as possible) my times and seasons. Once in the week, after that, will be a liberal allowance. You little Cutty,5 you have not written one Note for 3 of mine, all this time. And I promise never more to do the like!—

Adieu, Dearest; I am at the end of my time, & far beyond the end of any real business,—to be called such in the awful hurlyburly round me today. God bless thee ever.

T. Carlyle