TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 21 March 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460321-TC-MAC-01; CL 20: 149
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea Saturday 21 March 1846—
My dear Mother,
I was very glad indeed to see your dear old hand again, and to hear such good news of you.1 John's Letter also was very good and entertaining: it is not every evening that I get so pleasant a message as that, after dinner.
Today I send you a small Gift, which you must get yourself something good with. You say always, You want for nothing;—but there are always bits of things one would be the better for: so I pray you, dear Mother, do me this kindness, and let me think I have procured you some little comfortable thing which would not have been there otherwise! Surely I have a good right to do it, if any man ever had. And now when money is not at all so scarce with me as we have known it, and things are beginning to look a little prosperous on the money side,—shame and woe on me if I forget you who love and would have loved me ever truly, had I been reduced to beg my bread, nay I suppose to die on the gallows! It is not every one that has such a Mother. For which, as for one of the chiefest mercies allotted to a man, I desire to be always thankful.
My Cromwell work is not quite so far advanced as I hoped it would be: but on the whole there is no such breathless haste; I may plod on, more at my leisure if I like. Today too there has occurred an interruption. Last night we had to go and dine with the Ashburtons (whom the Dr can explain to you); a grandish affair, very late and unwholesome; which has lamed me somewhat. And now Jane is going off to the Country (a place about 10 or 12 miles off2) to stay for three weeks or so with their Daughter-in-law, the Lady Harriet;—and I, as it turns out, am to escort her thither this day: to go off at 4 o'clock; and not return till Monday, perhaps Monday Evening;—so if your Newspapers are somewhat late, you will understand what the matter is. Nothing wrong, you may hope! I had much rather have staid at home today; but it won't do so I must be content.— The weather is very cold and blustery: yesterday morning we had two inches of excellent snow; but it went all off again in the course of the day. I pray you take care of yourself dear Mother; this weather is very bad for everybody. I could like to know more specially how Isabella is too. John will tell you what news there are. Blessings with you all.