January-September 1845

The Collected Letters, Volume 19


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 23 August 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450823-TC-JWC-01; CL 19: 166-168


Chelsea, 23 Augt, 1845

Dearest—Thanks again for your long Letter; may your shadow never be less! You are an excellent little historical genius, and one of the cheerfullest correspondents that ever took pen.

I read of Story in the Newspaper; he is going to Christen some Duke of Argyle's child; your meeting must have been a thing of interest:1 I remember the man very well. Life a Drama!— Do not seduce poor James Martineau from his unitarian manger, poor fellow! I do not in the least want proselytes, —ach Gott no, what is the use of them!—and for himself it might cut off the very staff of bread. Let him hang on there, till the rope of itself give way with him.

If you renounce the Welsh Project, which must depend altogether on your own spirit towards it, then you are very sure to see me if you continue staying there! My one fixed element of a plan is to go to Annandale; and the way thither leads me thro' Lancashire. I could also be a very pretty guest at Seaforth, I too for a few days, and be happy and much liked,—if the devil of Sleeplessness and Indigestion did not mark me for a peculiar man! I bid you stay there, however, for a week yet; then my plans will be riper: I do hope to have done all my Oliver writing (Good Heavens!) the day after tomorrow. The rest will then be tying up of thrums; making final arrangements, and getting under way.—— Christie will have the Index ready in time: poor fellow, they never let him come to the poll yesterday; he was not “Thirty years old,” that was a sine-quâ-non.2 I have likewise today written to Fitzgerald about another detail I wanted;—which I think is the last. He settles concerning the horse as you see; I have not yet accepted in any binding way. Have you actually not heart for a gig? Certainly the thing might be done, one wd think! Half a horse for riding purposes would really suit me better than whole: I mean, to ride on alternate days.— Keep me that leaf of Fitz's Letter which has the road-directions in it.

Fuz3 came here the night before last; talked long, or was talked to, really not in a quite distracted manner; and passionately solicited and thankfully received—your Address. He is pretty well, after being again a little ill. They (Dickens, he and a squad of that sort) have decided to act a Play at one of the small Theatres (private,—to ‘500’ friends): it is actually to be, on the 21st of next month;4—and it is an immense feature of it to Fuz that you are to be there. The excellt Fuz. He also made me promise to come and dine with him, and get ‘some new Books.’— I am not too dispirited, am I? Don't distress your heart about my carrots &c: I shift along wonderfully.— Yesterday morning came that Note from Jack; yesterday evg when I returned from riding there sat Jack himself!5 “Very detached”; keeps quite rational hitherto: poor fellow I am really sorry for him. At present I think he has no plan at all.— The Chatterton Note (she is a young writing lady, does Irish Tales I think, or some such rubbish) is answered;6 burn it, or give it to some extremely young lady for an autograph.— And be well, and love me.

T. C.