TC TO JANE BAILLIE WELSH; 12 May 1823; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18230512-TC-JBW-01; CL 2:356-357.
TC TO JANE BAILLIE WELSH
3. Moray-street, Monday 11. P.M. [12 May 1823]
Alas! Alas! My dear Jane, I cannot see you on Tuesday, as I partly hoped to do. The Coach does not run my way on Wednesday: I must set off to-morrow morning, or be quite belated; and before you read this, I am many a weary mile away. Sad work! But it will not last forever; that is my consolation.
If your letter does not contain a refusal, I shall curse my stars. It will lie here for eight days, then I shall see.
Will you not write to me at Mainhill? I know you will, if you can command one moment's leisure. I shall begin to ask at the Post-office there on Friday first: if you cannot help it, never mind my disappointment. Only I must know your address in Nithsdale, and all your movements, or I shall be very unhappy, and at a loss how to proceed. So you had better write to me if it were only a line.
And now my best and kindest of Friends, farewe[l] for a short season! Amid all my wanderings the proudest thought of my heart will be that you thought me worthy of your sympathy; my dearest hope will be in its continuance. God keep you, my own Jane! I trust we were born for one another's good not evil. Write to me about every thing you do and suffer and enjoy. Never forget me utterly. For myself, I cannot lose the remembrance of you, but with the last pulse of my existence. Farewel[l], my beloved Jane!
I am ever, ever, / Your most affectionate friend, /
Write to me, and you shall hear the moment I arrive at Dunkeld. Be sure to write! One line is infinitely better than none.
I am hurried to death—and tired—I have done the work of twenty men to-day, and it is scarcely finished yet. Good night! and peace be with you always!