The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 14 September 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410914-TC-JAC-01; CL 13: 252-253


Scotsbrig, 14 Septr, 1841—

Dear Brother,

Your Letters1 have all come: two to me here, the last of them two days ago, and then last night one to my Mother with your address at Worthing. I wrote to you a second time from Keswick: there is no conclusive light from your Letters whether you have got that. It was addressed as before, “St Leonard's,” and will be lying there if you still need to apply. Should it be altogether lost, I do not think the damage will be great; there were no secrets or even news in it; simply the announcement that I was off from Keswick, and had not heard from you there.

It was Wednesday last, as predicted, when I arrived here. Tolerable weather, from the middle of rain, was again granted me: Jamie and Alick stood waiting on the slope of the “Hags,” about five O'clock in the moist evening sun, as my vehicle, named Rapid, came whirling in; and that friendly expedition to the Lake country had handsomely terminated. All was well here: in a considerable hubbub, owing to Jenny's children being shifted down stairs for me; but all heartily glad at my return. Jenny seems to behave herself very well here: the houseroom is defective; but they must put up with it till a new term, I believe; my Mother and I went over to Gill, inquiring how it stood with the new houseroom at Mary's, where poor Jenny thought she might better hide,—but we found plasterers still working, nothing but damp and chill to be looked for (especially in the two vacant rooms) all winter, and so we concluded it would by no means do. Rob2 is off, to Lancashire or somewhither; none mentions the name of him: Jenny in secret, it is thought, has not yet quitted hope. I will leave some money with her before I go, and commit her to her own good sense and the affection of her friends. Poor little Jenny!—

I went yesterday; met Jane at Dumfries, and brought her hither, where she now is. The confusion we occasion is sufficient to warn us, in harvest weather, that we ought not to linger. I too am weary of tossing about; long to be at anchor even in Chelsea. The morning after tomorrow we propose to embark for Carlisle; thence along to Tynemouth, where an interview with poor Harriet has long been promised to Jane: I myself am obliged to admit that I too ought to go. So be it. I go down to Annan, to sort up my Bank matters with Ben Nelson (my Mother goes with me for a ride in the gig, the weather being dry); tomorrow I will perhaps try to make out Burnswark; then the next morning (Thursday) about half past six—off! Poor Grahame has just lost his elder Sister, Mrs. Howatson, after long sickness: Jamie and Alick were up with the funeral at Dalgarnock, close by Templand, while I was in Cumberland.

Mazzini had written an Article about me, and offered it to Kemble; an Article in K's review is accordingly announced, and tho' Mazzini has had no answer, it is not Mazzini's. Very scandalous usage to poor M.3— —

Jean's breast was about well again; all going reasonably well with her and hers. Mrs Welsh came down with Jane yesterday; and glided out almost by stealth, feeling I suppose that she could no longer otherwise avoid a scene. I was truly sorry, with a kind sorrow.— My Mother has given me your address to copy: the “comb” did not come yet; I suppose Alick has it. Address next to Chelsea: we shall be there about Sunday, I conjecture; there is railway, but not the most commodious,—by Leeds, Derby, Rugby, I believe. Adieu dear Brother. We all salute you.

T. Carlyle