candlestick

1826-1828


The Collected Letters, Volume 4


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JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE; 30 December 1828; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18281230-JWC-TC-01; CL 4:437-439.


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE

Templand 30th December [1828]

Goody, Goody, dear Goody

You said you would weary; and I do hope in my heart you are wearying: it will be so sweet to make it all up to you in kisses when I return. You will “take me,” and hear all my bits of experiences, and your heart will beat faster when you find how I have longed to return to you, Darling—Dearest—Lovliest. ‘The Lord bless you.’1 I think of you every hour every moment. I love you and admire you like—like anything— My own Good Good! But to get away on Sunday was not in my power[;] my Mother argued and entreated and finally grat2— I held out on the ground of having appointed Alick to meet me at Church—but that was untenable— John Kerr3 could be sent off at break of day to tell I could not come— I urged that the household would find themselves destitute of every christian comfort4 unless I were home before Wednesday. That could be taken care of by sending any thing that was wanted, from here, tea sugar Butcher m[eat] every thing was at my service. Well but I wanted I said to be your ‘first foot’ on Newyearsday. I might be gratified in this also—she would hire a post chaise and take me over for that day on condition I returned at night!! in short she had a remedy ready for every thing but death—and I could not without seeming very unkind and ungracious refuse to stay longer than I purposed. So I write this letter with my own hand that you may not be disappointed from day to day—but prepare to welcome me in your choicest mood on Sunday. If the day is at all tolerable perhaps Alick or you will meet me at Church. Mrs Chrichton was very pressing that you and I would spend some days with them just now—‘when their house was full of company.’ but I assured her it would be losing labour to ask you. However by way of consolation I agreed to ‘refresh’ a party for her with my presence on Friday. and held out some hope that you would visit them at your leisure. “I am sure the kindness of those people!” [‘]The Lord bless them—’

Dearest I wonder if you are getting any victual. There must be cocks at least and the chickens will surely have laid their eggs[.] I have many an anxious thought about you. And I wonder if you sleep at nights— of [or] if you are wandering about ‘on on’ smoking and killing mice. Oh if I were there I would put my arms so close about your neck and hush you into the softest sleep you have had since I went away

Good night—you will get a parcel by Macnight and Andrew Watson5—in which there is a little tea in case it be needed—for I do not expect the things from Edinr this week as I understand Eliza is gone out of town for a few days, to some great house heating. Good night my beloved

dream of me—I am ever your own Goody.