TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 5 November 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18401105-TC-MAC-01; CL 12: 312-313
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Thursday [5 November 1840].
My dear Mother,
As you may not perhaps be quite instructed about Jack's movements of late, and be giving way to one knows not what anxieties, I send you this Note1 from him which has just arrived. It announces that he is safe out of Wales and the Mountain Country into a plain smooth easy region; and has now no more sailing at all to execute,—unless he chooses to seek more. The Welsh Country must be glarry[muddy] and rough at this season: it appears when they got to the end of Wales, the Steamer was off, and they declined to sail by anything else, but came round by land. It is as if you were at Kirkcudbright, wishing to be at Liverpool, and had at last decided to go round by Carlisle on land all the way. He is now at Bristol,—as it were at Carlisle. Tomorrow (Friday) he calculates on being at his journey's end. It is the finest part of England: if I were in his place I should like to set up my staff for a little there!
We have Alick's Letter today, announcing that you are all toreably [sic] well, and that the Box is under way. We shall be blithe to see it. We have flown to some bought meal, being absolutely bent on porridge. It is very rough (Berwickshire meal) but eatable The butter also is getting bad.
Anthony Sterling saw me at the close of a very wet day, during the whole of which I had not been out. I decidedly feel better than I did “when he went to America.” Jane's sickliness was only the little brush she had in consequence of our Maid's confusion; about which she told you, I suppose, when she wrote the other day.2
This is no Letter, dear Mother, far from it! It is a mere good-day, uttered in extreme haste, but, as ever, from the inmost heart. Good be with you all!
Your affecte /