TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 2 September 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450902-TC-JWC-01; CL 19: 188
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Chelsea, Tuesday 2 Septr
Tomorrow is still the day, and the Mail Train designates the hour. Nobody can be so busy as I, here where your Caudle1 arrives,—you little gypsey! Besides I am bilious beyond measure; sleepless &c &c. And see what a beautiful adventure Scott contrives for me too!2 Never mind. I shall have it all behind me tomorrow when the steam snorts off with me; and the fresh air is round me; and if not quiet (unattainable on Earth), at least one kind of noise,—and my poor Goody waiting for me ahead! Really I am very very unthankful to the Heavens after all; and a most impatient, not very wise man!
My boots are now on me; much warmer than shoes. The Dressing-gown has become impossible; the tartan all sold! I leave it to Goody in Liverpool.
And now for the packing of the trunks or trunk or whatever it is:—eheu [alas]!
O Goody Dearest, I wish I were close by thee again tel quel [just as I am].
Tomorrow by the Mail Train if it please Heaven.
Ever thine / T. Carlyle
Nothing can be done for old Sterling, it would seem. We must even leave him there with our good wishes and our pity, poor old fellow.
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