January-October 1859

The Collected Letters, Volume 35


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 11 July 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18590711-TC-JAC-01; CL 35: 144


Humbie, 11 july, 1859—

Dear Brother,

I have lost the curb-chain of my bridle (always losing something!)—I think it must have gone in the swift riding in the Park1 the day before you were here; had I remembered to write to you last night, I might have looked for a new one (3d carriage) tomorrow morning. As it is, I believe you are my promptest chance.— Pray go to our old saddler,2 and state the case. As my bridle is old, quite near its end; you may3 the most secondhand chain he has; otherwise a new one, whh I think costs only a shilling. You can look also at his Bridles, and ask the price:4 I need not take this one back with me.

Jane was twice on her Cuddy yesterday; successful riding,—but, alas, there had been too much of it; for she had no sleep at all thro’ the night, and the riding, as I judge, had been to blame for it. She is quite low today (no wonder), and is not intending to stir off the sofa at all. The Misses Welsh5 were here; but I sat close in “the study”6 (lucus a non),7 and saw nobody.— It seems to me we are about to have a great quantity of rain;—I, for my share, must try to lay in some riding, at any rate.

The Saty Review is better worth reading than anything else: thanks for it. There came a Note from Jean,8 indicating some severe disorder in the bowels; still baddish, and “in bed,” tho’ she professes to be a little better.— No more at prest, dear Brother.

Yours ever affecte /

T. Carlyle