TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE; 5 September 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460905-TC-JWC-01; CL 21:41-42.
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Imperial Hôtel, Dublin 5 Septr (Saturday Night) 1846.
Dearest, this time you have been very punctual, and have given me a great pleasure: about two hours after my arrival here, just when I had done with tea, I stepped across to the Post-Office (after better computation of the times), and found your little Letter: a thousand thanks to you! I read it by the light of a street lamp, and again by the interior light, after my long walk over many, many streets was ended; and now I will write you a poor fraction of a word to say that I am safe; and then to bed, for a little sleep, of which by this time I am not without need!
I came by Ayr, by Ardrossan, as projected; was at Belfast this morning before the Clock struck six; got hither before the same hour at night;—have had many adventures and impressions,—which will be talk for us in the winter evenings that are coming. Today I have talked with all manner of persons, squiereens,1 dandies, policemen, boors, coach-guards; found them all somewhat entertaining to me; a new people, really of interesting ways to a stranger.— At Drogheda I did not find any Note or Message from Duffy; found only a crowded market-day (of which phenomenon I had had a sore specimen yesterday at Ayr); I decided therefore on coming on hither without disloading my luggage at all,—and on the whole was as well pleased not to have any Duffy or other extraneous person to bother me just at present. I am high aloft here, in a very good and most regular-looking inn, wonderfully silent for a frequented inn; and hope to sleep tonight, and be a fresher man tomorrow. So soon as the eye is satisfied with seeing, I can any morning come my ways again. I have been terribly tumbled about, and maltreated by the “Commonplaces” (I may call them), which to skins of ordinary thickness are indifferent: but on the whole have got no real harm, and perhaps it will really do me good. At all events I could not come home without executing this project: and now it is executed; the laws of honour are satisfied, and I can come when I like.— Tomorrow I will seek out Duffy: if I find him gone from home, I shall have the less call to stay, but shall still manage very well what is essential in the matter.— Ach Gott, I have often wished I were at home again beside my own poor Goody! But it is of no use wishing. O my own dear Jeannie, wilt thou never love or trust me any more? One day we shall be as poor Jones is;2 and the survivor will regret these things! But I will not end in sadness so; not so.—— —— Longer than Tuesday morning I do not in any case think I shall stay; monday itself is a very possible day. Write to your Uncle's on Monday, will you? A thousand Goodnights, and my heart's blessing, Dearest. Ever / T. C.