January-July 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 14


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 27 April 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420427-TC-JWC-01; CL 14: 170-171


Dumfries, 27 April, 1842—

My dear Jeannie,—I am got thus far homewards again, thro' the dustiest roads in the fiercest east wind; my hands, in spite of the glaring sunshine, almost too cold for writing. I have done a very great quantity of things today; and have still a great many here to do, with nothing but an hour to do them in: you will therefore expect no writing. Everything is finished at Thornhill: thank God! That is to say, so far as we could finish them; for the ultimate issue rests yet and had to rest with their “small omnipotence,”1 who seems to me to be a person with a considerable turn for pedantry, for one thing! But on the whole I consider the matter, and indeed all matters there to be now satisfactorily managed. I parted with everybody in good friendship; owe no man any kind of thing, or shadow of a thing; have done what did in regard to other matters seem the best and wisest in my power, and the question at issue now being merely an affairs of pounds, I value it comparatively little.

But enough, enough: I shall find some Letter from you at Ecclefechan, and write you far more at leisure tomorrow,—with my hands not numb, my eyes (and my heart) not full of dust!

Adieu, dearest; not a word more!

T. Carlyle