August-December 1842

The Collected Letters, Volume 15


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 30 November 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18421130-TC-MAC-01; CL 15: 212-213


Chelsea, Wednesday [30 November 1842].

My dear Mother,

Your Letter came on Monday Evg. Poor Lizzie Bell!1 I thought of Hoddam Churchyard and the Night sunk over it, and what lay there at the very moment while I was reading. As you say, may God teach us to be also ready; for the hour and the Eternity awaits us all!

I sent your Letter on to the Doctor; it will remind him to write to you, if he can. Here is his last note to me, which will give you his news,—and a view also of George Johnstone whom I had fancied still a Doctor at Liverpool not a Farmer in Gloucestershire! He married a Wife with property some years ago, and now it seems has retired to his own grounds.— John, I suppose, would not like that any of these details should be spoken about; tho' indeed there is nothing of an unfavourable sort there.

As to Jack himself, it would appear by this Note he is likely to come “some Wednesday”; and may perhaps this very day be packing up, and setting forth! If so, you shall hear of it directly. But if you hear nothing, consider it not so;—which, after all is the likeliest, for they are very slow in forming their resolution,—“stiff t'ye reise, Sandy!”

Jane keeps pretty well; complains occasionally of a pain in her right side, which I do not understand the nature of. Probably the liver. But it is not yet of any severity.——— Dear Mother, I am in terrible haste, my whole daylight nearly gone! I send you my heart's blessing, to you and all; and so adieu for this day. I expect to have a holiday, a kind of break in my writing, in about a week. Take care of yourself Dear Mother! Your affectionate T. Carlyle