The Collected Letters, Volume 12


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 19 October 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18401019-TC-JAC-01; CL 12: 292-293


Chelsea, Monday [19 October 1840]—

Dear Jack,

Here is a Letter from my Mother,1 just arrived; here are two Newspapers, Tablet and Herald,—in the latter of which you will find a very striking article, by Aird, which when you have read it you can forward to my Mother; it will be gratifying to her at Scotsbrig. The Tablet can go to Jean, as before. I heard from Jean the other day:—or did I not send you the Letter itself!— Your own last Letter arrived here on Saturday night.

Our little Tick, after all was arranged for her departure which was to be this morning by Hull, is to stay, and try it again! She looked so brokenhearted, spoke almost nothing, comported herself so like a penitent clinging to the last plank in total and final shipwreck, &c &c, that Jane, last night, agreed to dismiss the new charwoman, and try her again for one month. I do not object. Servants of all kinds, especially new servants, are a misery to me. I vow often I would rather serve myself,—in all except cleaning of grates and shoes. B[r]ief, the house is in order again taliter qualiter [such as it is]. I calculate, this little body may last for a few months longer. Three falls, and then she rises no more. If she hold out six months, she will excel my expectation. But there is a possibility: let her have the benefit of it.

Lothian's Atlas2 is easily procured here; but it seemed to me worth little. I will examine again.— I read and note what I can; terribly interrupted. I will send note of you to Mill. Not a word more today.— Jane is sadly shaken by her last week's work; fallen into sleeplessness again; fretted all to pieces. We must be as quiet as may be.

Jeffrey was here yesterday; I out. He returns towards Scotland today. I saw him when he called first, some three weeks ago: a very loquacious, rather watery, but brisk and cheerful old man.

Gordon, the goose, invited me some time ago to become candidate for the “Rhetoric Chair” in Edinr, vacant by Moir's resignation.3 I answered, Ganz und gar nein [Completely and absolutely no].

Ever your affectionate /

T. Carlyle