January-July 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 14


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 2 May 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420502-TC-JWC-01; CL 14: 177


Ecclefechan, 2 May, 1842—

My dear Wife,—A single word here (with benumbed hands) to keep you from alarming yourself. I have been down at Gill with my Mother; we went under a broiling glare of sunshine; I fell asleep there, after dinner, and it is now past 9 o'clock and a bitter night of frost. The ground here is all dried and grilled, hard as a brick:— Hunger for cattle, hunger for man!—

My Steamer, I find here by Nelson's1 Letter, sails at seven on Wednesday morning. I have written to your Uncle, to Geraldine, to Dr Arnold:—alas, except your Uncle I am likely to bilk them all. But we at least purpose beautifully!——— I hope you are through your unpacking today; I shall know about it tomorrow. That will be my last Letter here: if you like to send the next to Maryland street—I will answer from there. Adieu, tonight; my frozen hands will do no more. Ever my poor Jeannie's affectionate

T. Carlyle