JWC TO JOHN WELSH ; 8 April 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420408-JWC-JWE-01; CL 14: 130
JWC TO JOHN WELSH
Friday [8 April 1842]
My own dear only Uncle
I do not know whether the enclosed ring will go upon any of your fingers—or whether, if it do, you will wear such a thing—but I send it anyhow as a memorial you may like to have— Besides having been hers, you may value it for containing your grandmothers hair, who I believe you all loved very much—
Jeannie is quite well—writing on the opposite side of the table— She is the dearest little soul I ever tried living beside—verily “a wee angel” from morning till night—and I may say too from night till morning—for she sleeps with me, and comforts my night as well as my days— When I am restless she puts her arm over me and then I am obliged to lie still for fear of disturbing her, and so by degrees I fall asleep myself———
Every body here likes her I think— Even a certain Miss Wilson,1 the most dreadfully “superior woman,” I know, smiled on her last night with exceeding graciousness—and begged her to understand her visit to me as including a special call to herself!
I suppose we may look for my husband in some ten days— What a dismal time he must have there— But after Thursday no more place there for any of us—after Thursday fare well to Templand for ever and ever and ever God bless you my dear uncle—my dear Mothers beloved Brother— Think of me as one of your own children—poor only child that I am—left so lonely on this earth— I will love you as one of your children as long as we both live— Jane Carlyle