TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 3 February 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450203-TC-MAC-01; CL 19: 19-20
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Monday, 1  feby, 1845
My dear Mother,
There comes no Examiner today, therefore I send a little Note to state the reason. The little dud of a Newsvender's Boy, who leaves the Paper here every saturday night forgot it last saturday, the dirty little scoundrel: it could not be got this morning! I will read it tonight; and then if you call “next day” at Ecclefechan, it will be there for you as usual. That is all. And as I have sent a sharp message to the poor Newsvender, the accident probably will not occur again.
This morning Jamie's Letter came; you must thank him for me, and say his Newspaper too will come tomorrow. He speaks of being some £20 short in his rent, owing to his great outlay for drains &c.1 Tell him if it be any convenience at all, I can lend him the money at once,—and he shall appoint his own day for repaying it; three months, 6 months, 12 months hence, any time he likes to set; and my confidence in him is perfect that he will keep his day. I might have written this to himself; but I am really altogether exceedingly busy today!
I have written already to Alick, and not forgotten your thanks: Jack also is writing, I believe;—I stuck Jamie's Letter into the Cover too, beside my own Note; so the Scotsbrig News will arrive in Canada fresh and fresh.
They tell me you have had a cold, dear Mother; Jenny also said you could not write, your hand being so shaky. I do not well like all that; but what can I do? I should like well to see your hand again however shaky.— The sun will be out, and then we shall be all better.
Here is a wretched rag of an American Newspaper, which came the other day; you may take it till the Examiner arrive, and then light your pipe with it! It seems I have an “immense reputation” in America;—which in fact does me neither ill nor good!2—
Jane is a little stronger than she once was, but still complains somewhat. We have had a frost, which she likes ill; and today when the thaw has come, it is colder than ever for an in-doors person. What becomes of you, dear Mother? Keep close to the fire, with plenty of clothes about you, and let the fire be good!— The Dr was complaining a little last week; not an usual thing with him. It was cold, I think; he took it in time; beat back the invader, and is now well again, tho' a little shy of the night air still.
As for me I am the busiest of men; very disconsolate at “getting on so ill”; yet still struggle along better or worse. My
health holds out prett[y] well, better than one could expect. I will have a long spell of the Country by and by!—and perhaps a horse to ride on again!—
Mr Stewart of Gillenbie has, with great kindness and readiness, undertaken to assist Adamson in letting Craigenputtoch, so
that I shall not need to come at present (I hope),3 I have work enough here, Heaven knows!— Take care of yourself my dear good Mother; ah me! You look down upon me, out of the Picture here,4 very patient; and seem to say, “Get on; do not tine [lose] heart; if thou tine heart, thou tines a'!”
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Frontispiece, CL Volume 13
Detail of a portrait of Margaret A. Carlyle by Maxwell of Dumfries, 1842, Carlyle's House, Chelsea.
Reproduced by permission of The National Trust for Places of Historical Interest or Natural Beauty, London.