The Collected Letters, Volume 12


TC TO JAMES AITKEN ; 2 August 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18400802-TC-JA-01; CL 12: 215-216


Chelsea, 2 Augt, 1840—

Dear James,

This morning I am just about setting out to execute a little excursion into the Country which I have been long talking of; preparatory to getting quit of my horse. I go first of all to the house of some old friends of mine, the Bullers, twenty miles off, in Surrey to the south. I hope to reach the sea-coast in that direction, to get a bathe, to have got a ride, to be back here in about a week; to send off my too-expensive horse, and then fall to my work again. The weather has grown as bright as a diamond of late days; the hottest we have had since April; people are cutting the yellow fields: I calculate, the sight of it all, for a series of days, will do me good.

I finished my Fourth Lecture half a week ago. I have two more to accomplish; which I calculate setting about directly on my return My present project to finish these, about the end of August; and then be ready for a new expedition northward! I wrote yesterday to my Mother to that effect.

My reason for writing to you today is connected with money. Yesterday, namely, I despatched, by the Bankers Jones & Lloyd here,1 a sum of one Hundred Pounds, directed to you at the Commercial Bank Dumfries. It will probably be there about Wednesday. Will you go, as on former occasions, and laying claim to it, get me a Deposit-Receipt (Bank Receipt) for it in my name, and keep the same lying safe in your Drawer for me till you hear farther. If Jean or you write a word that it is done, all will be right in regard to that.

If I have any leisure I may perhaps fling you a line in the course of my ride: at all events I will write soon after my return.

Alick sent me a Letter lately; good news from Ecclefechan. The Doctor is still at Oban, in the old posture: something will be decided on there in the course of this month.

Did Jean take the little child down to Mary's to sea-bathing? It would decidedly have a likelihood to do her good.

A noted man has been criticizing me in the last Edinburgh Review. His notions differ from mine as ice from fire; but I am flattered by the way he is forced to speak of me in.— Not a word more today.— Yours ever truly

T. Carlyle