TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 24 January 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430124-TC-JAC-01; CL 16: 30-31
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Tuesday Afternoon [24 January 1843]
My dear Brother,
My rheumatic back was almost well; and now this morning, while I stooped washing myself, it grew all at once horribly ill again (as if some huge tiger had struck its claws into me,—there is a simile for you!)—and I have been very lame ever since. My persuasion is that I can cure it, by blue-pill and castor; for I feel as if the mischief, and even the very pain, were within as much as without; and I do not feel nearly so heart-sick as I did on Sunday. This night I mean to experiment.
I go on with my work; which is an infinite comfort, indeed the only comfort I have any need of. To be weak is miserable,1 and there is no other misery.———
They have called me down to dinner; I have dined, and here in the ultimate dusk finish off my response to you.
There has a curious Book, Bamford's Passages in the Life of a Radical, come to me.2 You may recommend it to Cochrane in my name:³ it is to be had “at Middleton near Manchester from the Author.”
Can you ask Cochrane too if he has got Robertson's account of Dr Francia (or whatever the title is)?4
I hope you will get down some day soon after 2 o'clock.
Good bye meanwhile, and all blessings be with you!
Your affectionate /