candlestick

January-October 1859


The Collected Letters, Volume 35


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 15 August 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18590815-TC-JAC-01; CL 35: 168-169


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

Auchtertool, 15 Augt, 1859

My dear Brother,

Your Note and the Saty Review have come. You need not disturb yourself abt my cold: it seems to be pretty clearly in the way of retiring; and indeed, all along, since the almost a week past, my chief complaint has been the shorter my nerves got by the remedy applied in adverse circumstances! The effect of that naturally is daily abating. I rode, very slowly, yesterday to Humbie, thro’ the beautiful balmy air, and sabbath silence, along by the bounteous yellow autumn fields; had a beautiful quiet bathe, in our old secluded bay yonder; & came softly home by the short road, smoking a cigar: Jane had been loud agt it; but it did me a great deal of good,—and brought four hours of right deep sleep to me on the sofa here; so that I took no dinner till six, abt whh time gathering myself to recollection of the flight of time and the daily epochs, I did awaken. Last night too I managed to get some 4 or 5 hours, in spite of such forestalment;—and in short, I consider myself steadily recovering; and, by canny managet, hope to cast out this “feeling in the larynx” too, and be on my old footing again. Jane too is rather better, since you saw us on that sorry Saturday,1 when she was about the worst. Auchtertool with its big rooms &c seems to agree better with her than Humbie did: for my share I feel only what a horrid burble is pretty certain always when you flit at all! The weather is supremely beautiful; it is worth some expenditure to have the fair privilege of such skyey and telluric gifts from Heaven!— I am to ride (slowly) down to Kirkcaldy, and get some money2 along with a bathe: that is my day's “duty.” In the eveng I read Friedrh Books; at times there begin to be gleams of possibility (at last!) in the enormous Quagmire itself: perhaps I shall get it humanly drained after all; and then—!

I did speak to the Postman, one day; and believe I might safely give you that Address:3 however you can hold fast till you hear farther, being no haste in the affair. We will contrive some meeting soon again, at Burntisland if we can. Yours ever T. Carlyle