October 1845-July 1846

The Collected Letters, Volume 20


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 17 July 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460717-TC-JWC-01; CL 20: 242-243


Chelsea, 17 july, 1846—

Dearest,— Bobus being now all fairly settled, I write to announce that important fact. Greathirst, as you see by his sublime Letter, takes charge of seeing the Animal safe under way; I have been at Euston Square myself; the Nodes Groom too has just been here:—and so now finally, Bobus I suppose at this moment is travelling along the streets towards Greathirst's stable; from which he will start tomorrow (Saturday) morning, to get into the Railway Box at half past eight, with full intention to arrive in Liverpool at five. He has all his accoutrements upon him, Horsecloth and roller, saddle and bridle, mud—leathers (gambadoes, so-called)1 included. There hangs a Ticket upon him, analogous to this which I now inclose; Robert, on presenting this at five o'clock on Saturday afternoon,—will there get delivery of Bobus and all his equipments: and so one sorrow will be rolled off me for a while!— Eaves the groom says, Grass will be the life of Bobus; but he ought for a night or two to be brought in at sunset, and to have plenty of appropriate liquor within reach of him. Devil give him good of it and so enough!—

I am writing to Yankeeland today; full of correspondence. Last night I was at Creek's; after nearly killing poor Darwin at the Picture-room. The Portraits were interesting; and I never thought of poor Darwin's deadly ennui for two hours and more!—

The foreign Letter (of today) must be from Mrs Buller, I suppose: the other little Note, which came last night, looks terribly like a dinner-invitation from Miss Wilson! Pray answer her by return of Post; and say I am just getting anchor lifted;—do not hint any suspicion like the above, on my part; I will try to avoid if it be possible.— Miss Wynne called yesterday, and left Ninfa with cards and thanks;2 nothing more. The weather was sunny in the morning; but is now grey and breezy with slight showers: for me beautiful weather.

Wednesday or Tuesday I still vaguely aim at: but I must not fling myself into the Train like luggage (as the natural man wishes much to do); no, I feel as it were a real call of duty to make some active debate for myself; to try if I cannot shake some of this frightful biliary humour out of me by some method! I will go and see Naseby if Fitzgerald consent to meet me there; but I do not think he will: today I might have heard from him, but he yet says nothing.

Art thou quiet? O Goody, Goody, God bless thee, and do thou love me ever.

T. Carlyle