TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 16 July 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460716-TC-JWC-01; CL 20: 241
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Chelsea, Thursday 16 july / 1846—
Still very unwell, my poor Goody:—but you will be better in a day or two? It is very sad work; watching thro' sleepless nights, in company with these haggard thoughts,—alas, but what can we do in the interim?— Death is indeed very indisputable; but Life too, Life I should think is not less so, and that is our present concern. Compose thy poor soul; and know well that to the wise no sorrow is in vain, no sorrow is not precious. God be with thee!—
Bobus shall go, I think, on Saturday: I am to make final arra[n]gements1 today; and if all be as I suppose, five o'clock on Saturday afternoon will be the time when Robert will find poor Bobus, “in a new position,” at the Liverpool terminus. Grass or soft food is what the poor brute demands; grass and occasionally a little smear of lard upon the blister-wound;—for the rest it seems his disease is gone, and he will be willing to do a little work for anybody. I will write tomorrow precise indications. Greathirst undertakes to supervise the business at Euston Square:2 all will be managed well, I doubt not. About tuesday or wednesday I think myself of starting: if Bobus be in the way in the interim, he can go to Scotsbrig at once. I expect still to get some good of him.
Yesternight I was with Mill; much earnest speculation, and rather good discourse there. Today Darwin will help me in my railway inquiries; then take me to see certain Portraits in Pall Mall.3 We have a grey sky today with some showers for which I am thankful. Take care of thyself Dearest.— T.C.