TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 26 July 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450726-TC-JWC-01; CL 19: 109-110
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
[26 July 1845]
Thanks, dear little Wifie, for your delightful little Letter. I can make no return; I am solitary here from all mortals and their business,—terribly busy too; and have now got a good lump of “Copy, please” completed. Here are my Correspondences,—all but a Letter from W. Dugald Christie M.P. inviting me to breakfast! The Addiscombe Invitation I mean to comply with;—go off at four this day (half an hour hence, and still in my dressing-gown!); I shall probably, certainly if I do not sleep, return tomorrow. The Lady Harriet, they told me, was at Alverstoke (where you are to go) all the week.— Fitzgerald called one night (Thursday): off to Ireland, for an Uncle that is thought to be d[y]ing there.1 Returns in three weeks,—perhaps we shall go a-touring Northward together. He is a good fellow, Fitzgerald; smokes his pipe beside one very much like a gentleman. Yesterday I rode to my beloved Hampstead: dim grey day; all green, still, and beautiful;—very swiftly home. Today at last, after rain, there has come out a glimmer of sun.
Sleep my poor little Darling: it will never do otherwise! Take a good draught of Porter if that help; and never mind Eth Pepoli. And tell me about all things. No danger of boring me,—my little Vehemence; not me!
Ellen has the lower story of the house flat,—painting, smearing, washing; her very cap spotted with yellow wash: a most industrious flea.
Adieu Dearest. Be good, as thou art always, and love me.