The Collected Letters, Volume 12


JWC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 15 April 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18400415-JWC-MAC-01; CL 12: 112-113


Wednesday [15 April 1840]—

My dear Mother

I undertook to send you a prospectus of the lectures today and write a letter—but I can only half fulfill my promise and that thro infinite difficulty as you perceive—other peoples pens being worse than my own even—I simply accepted a ride in a carriage which was offered me but instead of being set down within a reasonable time at my own door I am brought here (Mr Sterlings South Place)1 and the horses it seems will not be rested enough to take me back for an hour when I shall be too late for the post—

That I may not altogether break my word—I send this scrawl to bid you possess your soul in patience and hope better things another day This warm weather sends all the people out like swarms of bees, so that when I am not out myself I have next to no peace at home—but it is blessed weather and makes me feel already twenty degrees better— Carlyle rides and has got all his bile jumbled up into a rather alarming state of activity—for those about him. surely however all this riding must do him good in the long run—

I have never yet been on the beasts back for influenza and one devilry after another—but yesterday I actually bought myself a riding cap—which looks as if I were seriously meaning something2— When I rode in Towns formerly it was in a little man's hat but I find there are some things which years make a decided difference in and ones head gear is among them— My Cap suits better—it is of cl[oth] and has a little brim in front and long tassel at one side—

I have no fear about the lectures this year whatever I may have about the lecturer— The subject is a fine one—he has well reflected on it—and has already clashed3 out matter enough on paper to carry him triumphan[t]ly thro—

Excuse the black paper which I hope will not give you a fright Mrs Sterling has no other—excuse also my unsatisfactoriness in consideration that I am writing in the midst of company Give my kindest love to Jane and James—and believe me ever in hurry and out of it your affectionate

Jane Carlyle 4