April-December 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 18


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 25 June 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440625-TC-JWC-01; CL 18: 84-85


Chelsea, Tuesday [25 June 1844], 3 o'clock


I hope you are safe in Liverpool; may a Note of some kind, two hours hence, teach me so much!— I infer also that you are getting a wet day: do not blame Lancashire for it; we have it here too,—most welcome after the fierce heat of yesterday: this is a regular day of lazy but steadfast rain, I saw in the morning an air of “real business” on the face of it.

My news, poor Necessary Evil,1 are nothing! I have not spoken one word since thy departure; I already feel wonderfully composed by such silence; a silence full of all manner of thoughts, sad and earnest It does one real good,—as you know I always believe.

On coming out from the Railway Office after loss of you yesterday, I discovered—that my Neat Fly had rolled off! Off without return; I had not told it to wait. I got upon an omnibus; rode outside, in my slippers; paid Mrs Nodes2 and her astonished Fly-man, as I came past; worked afterwards at Cromwell in a small way all day,—dined at 4, walked at 10. Helps sent his man to ask me “as a desultory widow” to come any or all days, and dine with them,—that day, for instance: I answered “Much obliged.” A Letter from Dante Cary,3 and one from an Autograph man4 are all my correspondence.

There has been a capital Debate on the Mazzini business, new thunder too,—your repentant lover called two hours ago, was not admitted; left this Times,5 and the Letter. You will send back the Times directly, well wrapt up and the Advertisements outward to his Address. Punctual! He did not authorize me to send it you, but of course meant it.— The Ministers are considered as soundly beaten; caught a Tartar in Mazzini's case.

Did you sleep? Have you any composure,—how are you, poor little creature? Adieu, I have Cary also to answer, and the Post-hour nigh. Compliments to Uncle, to Babby and all the world. Ever yours / T. C.