TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 14 June 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440614-TC-JAC-01; CL 18: 67-68
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 15  june, 1844—
Along with your Letter tonight came one to me from Alick,—which I have instantly forwarded to our Mother; knowing how intensely anxious she was for it.
It is a long Letter, of very sensible tenor; does not give us conclusively good news, but also none very bad;—the two children Tom and Jane had got ague, that was the worst news. It seems the Winter had still been lingering when they set out for Canada; which occasioned delays, hardships of travel, and probably this disease. They do not seem to regard it much there.
Alick had been staying with our Brother John, all this while; the two had ridden and roamed far and wide, but had found it unspeakably difficult to fix: Alick, however, had got so far as to prefer the neighbourhood of Brantford very decidedly to all other localities, and was even on treaty for the purchase of a farm there,—agreed all but ‘the price of the crop of this year,’ which was already sown: if they did not agree, he had decided to take up house again on his own score, and look deliberately; as the crops were now all in, there was no special call for hurry.— This, I think, is mostly what his Letter contained. He had received your Letter, ‘forwarded to him from Alton,’ for which were many warm acknowledgements; two Atlas Newspapers1 also had reached him from you. He writes energetically, rationally, tho' with here and there a tone of gloom, which latter I attribute in good part to his unsettled uncomfortable state of search and expectancy at present. You will see the Letter yourself ‘early next week,’ if you keep your word; I have warned our Mother to have it ready for you then.
Nothing new has occurred here since you heard last. I am making a little better progress at my Book than when you were here. The drought is altogether excessive; the heat great, tho' tempered by a continual brisk west wind.— The Times with “York” stamped visibly upon it gave me indication that you had not gone by Leeds, as I did not expect you would. You will be very well with your friend Rainy, and old Italian stories. Have you been to Lumley Castle, to Lambton &c?2 I remember those places from the Coach-roof still in a very lively way. Does anybody know the localities of the Scotch fighting in your quarter,—Lesley's with Newcastle, I mean, in the Spring before Marston Moor?3 There was no action of consequence; but a ‘canonading’ at a place called Hilton (near Sunderland), and then another do at a place called Easington between Hartlepool & Durham (Rushworth V. 616—Nichts, gar nichts zu bedeuten [Nothing, nothing at all of importance]).
Mrs Buller has been very unwell since you went away,—is now a little better. Maurice has taken possession of the Rectory here, on lease for three months, “for the sake of country air”: we see him pretty frequently,—kissing kind, but apt enough to grow shrill John Sterling is considered still in a very dangerous way. Adieu, dear Brother. Send for the Gig to Carlisle! Write to me soon
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