TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 17 April 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460417-TC-JAC-01; CL 20: 169-170
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 17 April, 1846—
Your Letter has just come to hand: I hope you have got better again,— the weather has been very bad here too; and this season of the year is in itself none of the healthiest as you know. We have much unconstant rain: this very day, out riding, I got myself wetted to the skin, and am now sitting in a thoroughly fresh slough of apparel from the flannel outwards. Happily our Mother seems still not to be out of order materially: I think it a pity you have not something you can drive her with in a way she likes;—will not gentle methods make that Pony do gently for her?— I heard from Jean the other day: all seemed well with her.
My lazy Printers are hardly yet thro' the second volume: they will not be done this day month, I doubt. I in a languid trailing way go on cobbling up the Appendix,—which is not work at all; it is a mere picking of work out of rubbish, and laying it down, to be done if anybody liked. That is the law of it. I have it all done now except some four “Nos,” which need not take me above a day.—— Emerson has made me a bargain for this editn with Wiley and Putnam: no other would suit; and it seems to promise very fairly there. I must write to Emerson a small line tomorrow.— You will likely see his Letter straightway, or perhaps have seen it: Jane was to send it, and a bit of a Yankee Newspaper, on to my Mother.
Tomorrow I go out to Addiscombe again; and we all return on Monday: that ends the business for the present; which I am not sorry at. Most elegant people, and full of graceful kindness; but far too idle in their ways for me.— Did I tell you I dined one day with Cobden not long since? At Buller's here: Milnes, Stanley, Baring &c: C. is a clear, modest, very intelligent, but essentially not uncommon Manchester man. I got, as usual, an indigestion by the business. Ude (now the late Ude)1 and his Art, and all the wealth of Royal kitchens, are very superfluous for me!— Plattnauer is gone quite mad again. Six weeks ago he broke into the Palace; said The Queen was just about to be confined,2 and had sent for him (man-midwife, I suppose?)—he knocked down one of the ushers; was thereupon carried to the Police-office, and of course laid up somewhere; he was seen last week on the streets again, very mad-looking, but has not been here,— poor creature!— Old Sterling has had another fit or shock, had to be bled &c: he came here a week ago, looking pale and worn; poor old man, I think we shall lose him altogether soon. Anthony has since his return been very good to him; means to take him into his house; has already offered, and is trying to persuade, to decide in fact whether it will be good for the old man himself. Mrs Anthony he tells me is getting very wild again: I have only seen him once since the day after his return,—he went one day to ride with me, and talked a good deal; I was very sorry for him on the whole.— My horse, of which I think there was mention, performs very well; is perfectly good-natured, wonderfully swift for a strawyard horse, in fact quite a galloper; and seems to be quitting all his old freaks as he gets acquainted with my sedate character. Yesterday I was at Dulwich; came upon Jane and the Baring Party at the Gallery there! They did not expect me, I partly knew of them.— Miss Lambert is thumping at a great rate!3 Affection to my dear Mother and the rest; blessings on you all!—