candlestick

1841


The Collected Letters, Volume 13


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 9 March 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410309-TC-JAC-01; CL 13: 54


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

London (Darwin's house)1 9 March 1841—

My dear Brother,

Jane is considerably better; she came out of her room for a short while last night, and today I left her quiet enough on the sofa. It was rather a kind of sore-throat that she had than influenza; and I think it is now as good as gone; at least if this beautiful weather hold.

As for me, I believe there is no doubt at all but the wise thing for me to do, in spite of all pusillanimities whatsoever, will be to come off to the Isle of Wight. I decide accordingly that I will go the day after tomorrow, that is thursday. I cannot yet tell you by what conveyance,—except in general that it will be railway; and that I will write tomorrow again so soon as I know the hours (if indeed I can discover them). Your Rocket Coach will not do for me:2 the getting up into the Circus at such an hour is equal to a journey itself.— The first railway train that starts after ten o'clock is likely to be mine: we have steamers now again, and it is altogether convenient to get off in that way.

As to lodgings of my own or lodging with you, you must just do your own way till I come. Whichever way you judge best;—I know it is all a trick of imagination with me either way; and that either way a man may do very tolerably. Perhaps if your people do really want me, I should feel less of a shudder there?— Do what you like.

I had to come up today directly after your Letter, in order to direct certain Lecture-Books for Annandale and Edinburgh, whither Fraser is about sending off a Parcel. The Hero-book is not an ugly little volume: Teufelk is still better.

Darwin is out; I write here in his room, and have not a moment's time for myself.

I took a pill last night with brandy-punch! I am terribly out of order in the biliary regions; that is what ails me.

Geraldine has not come yet.3

Your affectionate /

T. Carlyle