October 1845-July 1846

The Collected Letters, Volume 20


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 10 July 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460710-JWC-TC-01; CL 20: 225-226


Seaforth, 10 July, 1846.

My dear Husband 1 — Your two Letters, the one dated Tuesday and the other Wednesday, are both come together this morning. The Seaforth Post does not appear to do its duty so well as England might expect. The Newspaper which you only received on the same day with my Note was sent off on Sunday in good time for the Post.

2 My Cousins Helen and Mary spent the day here yesterday. My Uncle I have not yet seen,—he was out when I called. They all find me looking shockingly, especially Betsy, who told me the other night (with the same want of tact which put her on telling Geraldine that she “had lost her looks very soon”) that I had “got exactly the look of her Sister Marianne before she died of brain fever!” I suppose I shall improve in appearance, however, since I am certainly “eating above two ounces a day,”3 and taking Dr. Christie's medicine very faithfully. My cough is still very tiresome; but I have no pain with it, so that it may take its time.

The horse department is in the greatest confusion still; but I do not see that it would be at all remedied by the addition of Bobus—without his Master. A carriage horse is still to be bought; but it must be seventeen hands high, to match a great strong beast that is already here,—the new carriage weighing nearly two tons! You are a greater man than Abdel Kadir,4 but not so identified with your horse that a visit from it should be aspired to as the next best honour to a visit from yourself. Still they are very good-natured here, and if you are in a decided difficulty with your horse, send it.

We have almost constant rain hitherto, and our exercise has to be taken in the verandah.

I feel myself a dreadful bore—though Betsy's patience is immense.

Ever affectionately yours,

Jane Carlyle.