January-October 1859

The Collected Letters, Volume 35


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 7 July 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18590707-TC-JAC-01; CL 35: 136


Humby, 7 july 1859—

My dear Brother,

The Cuddy, whose absence and total silence & non-appearance has been a source of painful tho’ contemptible wonder for a day or two past, turns up to night as standing “carriage paid to Edinr” at the Caledonian Railway Station,—being refused (because “unattended”) first at Granton, then at Leith, and so brot back (I guess to Lothian Street)1 with his expenses charged upon him, and notice (after 30 hours) that I had better send for him immediately.

Immediately sent for I do intend that he shall be, if any of those peasants can be bribed to go across for him by tomorrow morning's Aberdour Boat. To have once done with this tremendous operation, of realising something that my poor wife can ride upon, will be a blessing I shall have reason to be grateful for indeed! If none of these stupid peasants can be bribed to go, I design to go myself; and in the name of the immortal gods, supernal and also infernal, to wind up that operation, & wash my hands of it.

Poor Jane has much need of this Cuddy or of something to carry her. She cannot walk almost at all; dare not (tho’ there is nothing whatever of danger or appearance of danger) use the Horse for riding: we tried again yesterday; and her terror, and her effort to subdue it, and to sit tho’ in agony made her quite ill thro’ the night,—and, except longings for the Cuddy, there was nothing said of riding today.— I am busy reading up the Seven-Years War and Friedh der Andere;2 you can judge with what accompanying furtherances. Oh dear!

Your Newspapers came this morning: thanks. I cannot at prest (9 p. m.) find any of these Thompsons;3 it is their fast-day, and they are all gone wandering.4 Of course some of them, or somebody like them, will go tomorrow. Yours ever / T. Carlyle