January 1835-June 1836

The Collected Letters, Volume 8


TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE; 18 February 1835; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18350218-TC-AC-01; CL 8:57.


[18 February 1835]

My Dear Alick,

I intended to write you a longish Letter; and behold I have literally only two minutes (not three) to write you in!

During these last days I have been very frequently thinking of you: I saw Catlinns in the Newspaper; and think Yesterday you would probably be at Dumfries, and see now some new scene before you. Take a pen my brave fellow and tell me all how it is; what you are scheming now, what you think of it.1 I know you are not afraid. Stout heart to the steepest brae!

For my own part I cannot say that I feel very sorry to consider you out of that bleak Mud Concern; or indeed out of farming altogether, if that be the way of it. No prosperity is to be looked for in that. Prices will continue cheap, I doubt; the cheapness comes from Irish corn, they say; and certainly also from the poverty of all people—obliged to eat potatoes.

Do you think of going to Annan? You will need no servants there. I can fancy Jenny and you much snugger there; Jenny thrifty, you industrious. God direct you, my dear Brother!

And so I must off. Jane is waiting for me at a halfway house she has; for we are going to dine with some people of Mill's: called Taylor, a rather goodish set of persons. How much happier should I be at this moment to step over to Catlinns; have two bowls of Jenny's tea-and-egg2 (the best tea I have tasted since last there) and spend the evening with you! But it is a bit too far.— We must be content.

Write now, and may all good be with you! We are to see one another in summer I hope.

Ever your affectionate Brother, /

T. Carlyle—