candlestick

1838


The Collected Letters, Volume 10


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TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 13 August 1838; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18380813-TC-MAC-01; CL 10: 142-143


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE

London, Monday, 13 August / —1838—

My dear Mother, This Letter came on Friday,1 and along with it one from Alick at Ecclefechan, explaining to me rightly where you were, and how matters stood. On Saturday I bundled them both up with a long scrawl of my own, and set off to get a frank for them. But, behold! my “honourable members” had all gone out of Town; there was no frank readily to be had. I therefore write you a single word here, and will seal the thing and send it off without more waiting. We are well here, Jane in general much better than formerly. We are glad to think you are there at hand to help poor Jenny; we earnestly hope she will get thro' her task, poor little body, handsomely and soon. Give our kind love to her, our anxiety to hear news of her before long.——— Jack you will see is again delayed by his women, but is certainly coming about the beginning of September.2 He or I or both of us will be right happy to call at Manchester, and take you over the Frith with us, if all go well. He seems now nearly done with the Clare concern, and I think will not be for Italy again, not soon at least, or perhaps not at all.— As for me I regret considerably that I did not leave this Dust-furnace of a place the instant my Lectures were done. I am quite idle and languid: I do not sleep well in the hot nights: very little would have made me fly off, and deliver this Letter to you with my own hand in passing! Indeed I do not know yet but I shall come in a day or two; there are two empty quiet rooms at Scotsbrig; I have a little Article to write,3 which I could do there as well as here; Jack might follow, and bring you home and my writing done! I promise or predict nothing: but you are not to be surprised if I shew face some morning in Jarman Street,4 in full flight towards Annandale and quietude! Last night in the long waking hours I had as good as resolved on it. We shall see. My “Article” is for Mill's Review, and will be nothing but an insignificant dud, which I will fling off in a couple of hurries [without delay]. For the rest if I do not come in a day or two, you may fancy me fixed at my work here, waiting for Jack; and that I will write soon. So good be with you dear Mother and may all go well with poor little Jenny and you! Your affectionate

T. C.