TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 12 September 1847; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18470912-TC-JCA-01; CL 22: 61-62
TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN
Scotsbrig, Sunday, 12 Septr 
Dear Jean,—Let me send you one half word, to tell you the essential of my news. It was on Thursday afternoon that I quitted Manchester; the Carlisle rail, and Glasgow Coach, and finally my own feet, brought me hither shortly after midnight: here I have been, in the deepest indolence, oftenest sleeping or sleepy, ever since. Jane and I had started together on the Monday; but we parted at Leeds, she to the South, I to the Northwest: I expect she would arrive at Chelsea on Friday or Yesterday; but I have no express news of her farther than from her first station (Barnsley near Sheffield), where she was to stay a day or so with some friends. Tuesday next I expect to hear; tomorrow there is no post.
Surely I calculate on coming up to see you at Dumfries, and that right early; some day this week, towards the end of it, I should think likely; but I cannot yet appoint any day, being still so sleepy.
Our Mother is pretty well; said to be better than usual. The rest too are in their usual state; and, on weekdays, the ha[r]vest1 getting on, fast, in spite of scuds of rain, and much damp wind.— Poor Mary Carlyle (Harkness)2 was buried yesterday; nobody here had heard of her being specially unwell. She had died that very night I came to Ecclefechan, some few hours before I passed that old house, the first I ever knew.3 Poor suffering creature; her griefs are now ended for this world.— — The railway began to have passenger trains on Friday last; but does not carry the mail yet.— Kind regards to James. Your affe Broth[er]