January 1829-September 1831

The Collected Letters, Volume 5


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 20 November 1829; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18291120-TC-JAC-01; CL 5:34-35.


Craigenputtoch, Friday-Night [20 November 1829].

Dear Jack,

I hope, Macadam carried you down handsomely, and that you found all well, or at least the sick recovering.

We have no news since you left us;1 no Letters on Wednesday, but one from Sunny Bank (Haddington), and Moir's with the much longed for Parcel of Schillers; which last also proves comfortably that the Letters went, and that yours also may in due time be answered. The other parcel from Moir was again forgotten, but it will keep. That you did not hear from Badams I likewise infer. The instant Mrs Montagu's Letter arrives, I will despatch it, or come with it: till then, there is no speculating on the matter.

Jane is not quite recovered yet, but better: she was for Templand today, had it not rained. I myself am busy with Schiller, and advancing much faster than you saw me: at a steady butter-and-eggs pace; having simply made up my mind to write in a shallow manner for this once. I expect to be done by the time set, tho' scarcely earlier, for the business may grow on my hands.

Elliott & Rob2 are expected back on Wednesday, at farthest on Thursday. I hope their cart and barrow are ready: they will not forget the old bed. They have also to call at our Uncle John's in Dumfries for a stone (to contract the Kitchen Chimney with); and probably at a Glaziers for skylight glass (Alick being to bargain with one, we hope, on Wednesday): but Rob will have instructions; at all events, will call at Jenny's, and get them.

Jane and I have a controversy whether Jamie engaged to cause Willie Robison make her an ashes-bucket, yea or no. In the latter case, if Wullie could still have such a thing ready, it would be highly acceptable. A common vulgar Annandale Ass-bred3 is the article we want, none of your fashionable dirtery: an[d perha]ps there were still time before Wednesday.

We have two Newspapers here, which Alick is reading tonight: I will bid him send them with Rob. Tell my Mother, I shall soon have Old Pipes for her, of a quite superior quality; Edinburgh Pipes!

Write by return of Rob, and tell me specially whether my Father's cold is mended. See if you can keep him in the house, and persuade him to salts: the whole, I trust, will soon be past, or is so already.

I am in “pretty fairish” health, tho' I have not been out all day; it was too drizzly. The Masons and Joiners are to leave us tomorrow; I hope, forever and a day. Also, Fixlein the Pig is to die, potatoes being so dear. Also, five Cocks perished, by suffocation, on their transit hither last Wednesday. Infandum!— Weiter ist Nichts passi[e]rt [Grief unspeakable!—Nothing more has happened].

Ever Your Affectionate /

Thomas Carlyle

Kind love to ALL, and say, I am coming[.]