January-July 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 14


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 16 January 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420116-TC-MAC-01; CL 14: 11-12


[ca. 16 January 1842?]

company! In its absence there is hope of all good.

O dear Mother, what a paltry scrap of a Note I have written you! Hardly worth a penny, were it not that it is prepaid; and “How are you?” “Gay weel thank you”—is worth a penny at any time.

Jack too I discover is beginning to be uneasy! He cannot long sit still; I hear his foot on the stairs below,—going down into the kitchen to smoke, I suppose.

Now, dear Mother, you must persuade somebody to send us a little note of intelligence; merely how you are, the smallest word. I think, if you are warm at the Gill, you will be as well there in these short dark days as elsewhere. At all events, see you carefully choose a good day for flitting up; take care of that. Take all care of yourself, dear good Mother; you are very precious to us all.

Give my kind love to Jenny; the like to Mary and James, and all the hospitable household. They have hard fighting; but it is in honesty, in industry, and at bottom none has better. It is a hard fight for all mortals in this Earth; God send it be a true fight for us,—that will be the whole question before long. Good night, dear Mother. I send my blessing to one and all.

Your affectionate

T. Carlyle