TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 29 September 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420929-TC-MAC-01; CL 15: 107
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 29 Septr, 1842—
My dear Mother,
Surely there seems little use in saluting you specially, now that I am writing in such haste to Jenny: but I cannot send a message to the house you are in without a word to you.
Dear Mother I beg of you to wrap yourself up, and take care of yourself, in this wild blustery weather: I wonder how you got down, or how you are to get up again, if you have wild tumults in the air like us. A continual gusty wind from the North and East, with fierce showers, and even incessant days of dirty wet,—the whole atmosphere feeling round one like cold jelly! I beg of you to take care of yourself. Jane has not been out till today, for nearly a week.
Along with this I send two Letters received some time ago, which are not worth much. Jack had them, and sent them back to me; but you, I think, need not return them. I yesterday answered the man that I must beg to be excused. His Prize-Essay, I consider, it meant mainly for a kind of puff to his Newspaper, and will come to very little: besides, he has already got Professor Wilson & Dr Brewster of Edinr for judges,—and these may serve him very well!
I have begun writing about a week ago, and am doing what is in me; but that is not much. I must struggle along, and gather strength as I go. I am like a poor old spavined horse; cannot mark the ground at starting; but if you whip him on, the poor old garron [work horse] will mend when the sweat breaks on him!—
My dear Mother, this is no Letter; but I will send you one by and by.— Jane is pretty well today and is gone out. Take you care of yourself! Our love to Mary & Jamie.
Ever your affectionate