candlestick

January-July 1843


The Collected Letters, Volume 16


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JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 11 July 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430711-JWC-TC-01; CL 16: 261-262


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE

[11 July 1843]

Dearest

I have no time to write a letter today—but a line you must have to keep you easy— It is has been such a morning as you cannot figure—a painter filling the house with terrific smell, the white-washer still white-washing—Pearson and men tearing out the closet—and the boy always grinding with pumice-stone!— Having been taught politeness to one's neighbours by living next door to Mr Chambers1 I wrote a note to Mr Lambert No 6—regretting that his and family's slumbers were probably curtailed by my operations—and promising that the nuisance would have a only a brief term— This brought in Mr Lambert upon me (“virtue ever it's own reward &c”) who staid for an hour talking you know how— Then came Perry2 trying to look a suff[er]ing injured Angel, but absolutely white with concentrated rage at my having employed another— He came for his rent—and got it— Then before he was out—Elizabeth—anxious to know what ailed me as she had not seen me for some time—and poor Elizabeth herself was full of troubles—more money to be lifted!3—and so “altogether”4 you may fancy whether I am in favourable circumstances for writing. For God'sake do not let John5 plump in upon me in my present puddlement there wants only him or the like of him constantly running out and in—interfering with every thing and needing to be attended to, to make my discomfort complete— The bare idea of it makes me like to scream!— There are no more letters come for you. Arthur Helps paid me a visit on Sunday, forenoon and found on the table a new legitimate drama!!6—actually another come!—but what is far more extraordinary I have read it from beginning to end with considerable pleasure! which was a little abated however when I found that you had to pay four shillings for it—Launcelot of the Lake by one. J. Riethmüller7—is he a german par hazard [by chance]?— He writes the best english rythm of the whole bunch of them— And you do not like my beautiful Vittoria!— Oh what want of taste!—the umbrella is come and awaiting Friday— Bless you dear try not to get excessively dull

I am getting into my sleep again I rise always at six—of course—but I go to bed between ten & eleven8

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