TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 27 December 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18461227-TC-MAC-01; CL 21:120.
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 27 Decr, 1846—
My Dear Mother,
I am very anxious about you in this new arrival of frost; John's last Letter told me you had begun to suffer by the former hard weather; and now after the glar [mud] and thaw, we have got a Northwind and a very sharp temperature again. It is very severe on poor weak people; indeed I myself, in spite of all that I can dress and wrap, find it hurtful to the wellbeing of the body. Much more may it be to my poor Mother, who is neither so strong nor so well-kept as I am. Pray tell the Doctor to write me again some small word as to how you are, that I may at least not keep figuring it worse than the reality. You should put on an additional flannel-shift; I have done the like, and find it an excellent scheme. There is also another that I do with regard to feet; namely wear a pair of huge cloth-boots (a monstrous pair I was lucky enough to discover) and two pairs of stockings, which keep my feet quite hot all day. I am afraid you did not get any pairs of snow-boots at all, tho' there was a pair intended for you: but Jack can easily get you a pair, and I wish he would; two pairs of stockings and these, would really be of service. Good fires, I suppose, you do not neglect. We will hope this fit of frost may finish it for the present year.
Here we are decidedly looking up again; beginning to see the issue from these times of darkness. Jane has been out of her room for nearly a week now; spends the day regularly in this room (the Library); is quite well of her cold; only dare not yet, for a moment, expose herself to the naked air out of doors or even in a cold room. Or rather she dares, but I dare not, and will not let her: this fit of hers, coupled with Slow-Coach and Company, is a thing I can have no wish to see repeated! Further we have at last got a servant; a really eligible-looking smart little woman; has been 3 years in a family near us; well recommended;—is to come home, and oust Slow-Coach, on Thursday Night:1 may it be lucky! Miss Welsh thereupon is going home; we shall get all into our old course again; and like it the better for this foul tumult. My own health too, which had suffered a little for about a week, is now near its usual figure again.— Last night we made some capital porridge in this room: thank Jamie! Isabella's butter too gets daily praises, and deserves them. Take care of yourself dear Mother; my blessing on you all!