April-December 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 18


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 17 September 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440917-TC-MAC-01; CL 18: 210-211


The Grange, Alresford, Hants 17 Septr, 1844—

My dear good Mother,

I received Jack's letter here; for which you must thank him very kindly, and say I will answer straightway,—tho' from Chelsea most probably. I have sent Jane an account of his news and commissions thither.

But it seems to me I ought to write you a word from this big House, for truly you are often in my thoughts here; and I fancy I could be blither in the upstairs room at Scotsbrig than in most of these sumptuous places where for the present days I live!

I have been here now exactly a week; I have decided to be off home again the day after Tomorrow. They brought me in a carriage from the Railway Station,1 and I suppose will take me back; there is then nothing but two hours of railwaying, and I am on the bank of the Thames within few minutes of Chelsea.

My visit has been pleasant & successful everyway,—except for want of sleep: I can never get enough of sleep!

Charles Buller is now here, various persons have been here,—the Ld-Howicks whom John knows about, “took cold” and could not come. Old Ld Ashburton here is an excellent old man, whom I have real pleasure in talking with, as we ride together: there are his wife and two Daughters, and a Lady Harriet his daughter-in-law, one of the Queens of the world,—really a most clever woman: these are our female outfit. The house is stately and commodious; there are 700 acres of wood and green by way of Park: on the whole, I hope I shall not be sorry that I came;—nor that I went home again, to try for a little sleep!

Dear Mother, I am in very great haste; all manner of small silly calls upon me, and no regulation in my movements, because no work in my day. “Lunch,” for example, is now waiting, and from minute to minute I expect a valet to summon me down.

I will send my blessings to you dear Mother and to all the rest,— and write more at large soon. Jamie is busy shearing, I here am the idlest of men. Tell Jack that D'Ewes is coming out next Fraser. Adieu dear Mother. Your affectionate

T. Carlyle