October 1845-July 1846

The Collected Letters, Volume 20


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 21 March 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460321-TC-JAC-01; CL 20: 147-148


Chelsea, 21 March, 1846

Dear Brother,

I was very glad of your Letter the other night:1 an image lay in it for me of many old Annandale things. Poor Grahame with his “O Whow!” Tom Thomson and his poor Wife whom I remember thirty years back:2 all these things were significant to me. And the Linn Road, it appears, is actually getting mended; we shall not be in danger of tumbling into the Caldron henceforth!3— I liked very much the wild sad-featured Spring I had in Dumfriesshire, after a long interval, some years ago.4

I wish I could send you my Horse up! But he is coming here; and I do not want him: to be obliged to go riding every day, in these tumultuous roads, is a real bother. We are making some arrangements with the Stable-people Nodes for a neat fly to put the animal in; this I think will take effect; and Jane shall then mainly have the riding of him.— John Chorley has sold his horse: at worst I can sell mine, and so be rid; but I do not quite like to do that yet. We are speculating often about getting out altogether into the Country to live; which I do believe would be a great improvement. Do you never hear of any eligible dwelling in the Annandale or Dumfries region? One is now free to go almost anywhither; railways are ready for one everywhere.— I wish you would look after little Jenny, and the furnishing of her bit house: see that due encouragement be given her, poor little Jenny, and I will be prompt and thankful with my part of it.

Little Espinasse, who has been useful to me of late in the Museum, quarrelled the other day with Panizzi, and threw up his situation. I tried to advise a reconciliation, hope it is not yet desperate; but have not seen poor E. for a day or two. He is a very intelligent honest little fellow; but of atrabiliar humour, shy, fierce, and very proud. He talked of returning to Edinr again, where, I doubt, there is little for him.5— Robertson and the Paulets came here the other night; the Paulets to take leave: Rn looked very bursten [tired out], not unlike Blackguardism in some features. It chanced there came at the very same time “Mrs Richardson” (whom you have forgotten?) the disconsolate Indian Widow, who wrote me two Letters.6 An exceedingly beautiful little woman, of perhaps 25; has already by mere time got wonderfully “consoled,”—and we suppose will soon marry again. She sang with Mrs Paulet, and we had a pleasant enough evening.— — Anthony Sterling has just come home: his Wife fell raging mad at Rome; he was obliged to bring her off by force, an English Doctor with him &c,— the journey thence ‘costing £600.[’]7 She is now a little calmer; he purposes still to keep her at home; has sent the children to Brighton for that end. Poor fellow! I was really sorry to see him when he called today. Old Sterling is as usual; Jane made a reconciliation for him with Anthony, which much gratified both

Here are two Letters, which you may read in your solitude, to my Mother too. Varnhagen's Book are Memoirs unbedeutend [unimportant]. Commend me lovingly to Jamie & the rest.— Ever your affectionate,

T. Carlyle