April-December 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 18


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 23 June 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440623-TC-JAC-01; CL 18: 81-82


Chelsea, 23 june, 1844—

Dear Brother,

Your Note came last evening after Post hours; I had some thoughts to have written to Jamie before, but confused interruptions had intervened.

I had written to Alick before I got your former Note; and directly after, I wrote to him a second time, announcing the arrival of his good news. There is every reason. I think, to augur good from this settlement of Alick's: a small good farm at a dear rate, this if it be a fault is directly in the teeth of his former habit of faults: I believe indeed he has done very wisely in the matter.

You do not send me good accounts of my dear Mother; especially I should desire a more minute account. Surely your medical skill may effect something, in the way of ordering diet &c, in this case; surely no case came or will ever come before you in which you will be more willing to help! Pray exert your best industry: I am convinced much good might be done by improvement in our Mother's dietetics, which have always seemed to me very negligent and faulty. She will obey you faithfully, will she not? Tell her I command her to obey her own Medical Man!—

All last week I have been fretted to pieces with confusions and excitations of various kinds. I had to go out twice to dinner: still worse, I had to write a Letter to the Times about Mazzini and the opening of his Letters by Sir James Graham,—and set all the world a-clattering about it and me. I got next to no work of my own done. Do you get the Times still? If you have not seen that Letter, I will try to find some copy of it for you yet. I design to stir no farther in the matter; it is not specially my trade but other people's.

Jane is going off to Liverpool for two weeks tomorrow morning, to see her Uncle, and other Lancashire friends. She will not go farther. I mean to keep myself as still as a mouse within its hole, and see whether I cannot do something in my own way in the interim. It is of no use for me to run up and down seeking a place of rest; there is none for me. I must stay here; and in about a month now all the hurlyburly will roll itself off elsewhither and I shall hope to be very quiet here.— You can perhaps assist Jamie in his inquiries about Bell the Surgeon. I sent him to Dr Willis;1 but have no hope there.

Take care of my dear Mother! Blessings on you all.— Your affectionate

T. Carlyle