TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE; 9 August 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460809-TC-JWC-01; CL 21:8.
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
No news today, my Dearest; I am under blue pill and Castor, and have not a word of news! Nor has anything come from Seaforth: indeed I had little hope of anything. Tomorrow there will be a word? A kind hopeful word, if the Heavens please!— You are beautiful to me in your distresses;—magnanimous too in all your perversions!—
The Seaforth Post does not reach hither naturally till the next night at Ecclefechan; consequently not till the second morning here. To reach us next morning, a Letter must be in the Liverpool post-office before 2 o'clock. Nota bene.
The rain still falls, tho' now with longer intervals. I am for a walk in the moors, the wind being dry and brisk.— Tomorrow we go, Jack and I, to Dumfries, if it do not pour. You shall hear a word if there be post-time when I arrive;—which I doubt Good b'ye my own little Dear! O never disbelieve in me and my affection; never!—
Thy own /
9 Augt 18461