TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 5 October 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18451005-TC-JWC-01; CL 20: 11-12
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Scotsbrig, Sunday 5 Octr 1845—
A Day of the brightness of Silver; all Nature, after her terrible washing, grown quite a Beauty! I have been out far and wide over the uplands; at the Source of Middlebie Burn, at the Sweetmilk Well; looking over on Carlisle smoke, on Wigton do;1—much rejoicing in the improved prospects of men and things. I am going out again:—only this one word to Goody. No Steamer goes next (this) week, except on Wednesday; that will not do for me,—therefore let the day of my departure be again left loose. If the weather were again to brighten up, I could improve in health to an amazing extent by a little tarrying in the Silence! Silence combined with mud, however, is a very bad arrangement. Let it lie over for a post or two.— No Proofs yet: I wish they would come, for no reason except that I might say, There is the end of it then.
Did you ever hear of a “Troubadour” comparable to this on the Free Kirk?2 I shall take right good care to keep out of his way, his for one!— — O Goody, Goody, what a sorry set of Knaves this world is peopled by; how very worthless is all that they can do for one, all that they can do against one! “Di' that naither ill na' guid!”— Clip out thy moons, my Bairn; and be all as bright as a pin, with the dogs all quenched, and if possible the Devil,—and be good to me thy own