January-July 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 14


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 26 March 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420326-TC-JWC-01; CL 14: 95-96


Templand, Saturday Evg, 26 March [1842]

My dear Wife,

This will probably come to you just along with the other Note of yesterday; for I reflected last (as we had already too dolefully experienced) that Friday was the blank London night at Thornhill. I will not let the day pass, however, without one word to you.

Dear Jeannie, you are evidently very ill; I entreat you take care of yourself, do not tear yourself in pieces!— As to Craigenputtoch that was a passing thought, and has come no more back:1 if I make you miserable, it shall be for a greater blessedness to myself than a residence there, among the savages! Dismiss that.

I have again talked two hours with these Candidates for the House. The greedy mortals, especially the greedy Jardine (whom, however, I pity) cannot agree; wherefore Moffat is off, or affects to be off. Hunter thinks perhaps Jardine will accede still to our proposal, when he has had time to reflect. My wish is, and my determination with whatever trouble, is to leave the place as I think she would have wished it left, with the odour of a charitable and reasonable last-act in her name there. I have made out my Memorial to the Duke; I have also written to Dickens and Forster about this American “International Copyright”;—so heterogeneous are my affairs.

Last night we had as loud a wind-storm as I ever heard. Much damage is done; and some slates &c blown out here.— I have castor in me, and hope to get well now. Adieu, Dearest.

Your affectionate /

T. Carlyle