January-September 1845

The Collected Letters, Volume 19


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 28 August 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450828-TC-MAC-01; CL 19: 173-174


Chelsea, 28 Augt / 1845—

My dear Mother,

I know you will be very glad to hear that I have actually got done with this Book of mine; the last line that I had to write of it is now written! There remain some adjustments with Printers &c, and a few Proofsheets still to look over; but that is nothing; that will not now detain me here. I am getting all things set in order; I mean to be off with all the speed that may be. The Book is not to be published till October next, the Town being all empty of people at present: but I hope to bring you a Copy or the greater part of a Copy along with me; and I am sure you will like most part of it: all Cromwell's part is after your own heart; and indeed intrinsically very excellent. I do not think there is in the world the History of so truly Christian a man. I think my toil on it not ill bestowed.

But now for the journey Northward. Jane is still with her friends in the Liverpool region; a place called Seaforth House some four or five miles from Liverpool: I am to stay there a little while with her, perhaps a week, or as long as I can hold out; I am trying if I can get away from this next Wednesday. Jane will not come across with me, I think; she wants to be home again. But I come across myself, the instant the Seaforth Business is done; and Jamie from Annan foot brings me up to Scotsbring once again!

Dear Mother, if you are getting a little good sea-bathing, do not let this disturb you; but continue there till you hear farther. I will write again from Seaforth; from Chelsea if there be any delay here: You will learn in plenty of time when I am coming. And so let us all hope for a merciful meeting once more. A great and peculiar blessing; for which one's heart would be hard if it were not in some measure thankful!—

Jack came to me a few days ago from his Watering-place: he is very well in health, very brisk in spirits. He has no plan at present, I think; but does not intend towards Annandale again just yet. Today I have lent him my horse; and he is off to Richmond, to see Ogilvy his old Irish Patient,1 who he hears is much better now.

Poor Marry2 still seems to be complaining, and poor Isabella at Scotsbrig is in a very sad way. John does not seem to be in any alarm about Mary; but wishes she would well resist the dispiritment of her complaint: that is always one of the heaviviest3 effects of it. Jenny will have plenty of shirts to make me!— Adieu dear good Mother. My blessing with one and all of you.

T. Carlyle