candlestick

July 1847-March 1848


The Collected Letters, Volume 22


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TC TO JAMES CARLYLE ; 4 November 1847; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18471104-TC-JC-01; CL 22: 144-145


TC TO JAMES CARLYLE

Chelsea, 4 Novr, 1847—

My dear Jamie,

Let me without delay announce the arrival of the beneficent Scotsbrig cargo of provender,—all or nearly all quite safe; and a very welcome sight to us here on every account. Not the least so as a token of Friends unwearied in their kindness to us.

It came, Barrell and Firkin, yesterday; price of carriage /11. All was safe, as I said; all, except the lip of the poor Doctor's butter-cann: that had got jammed between the two Hams, or otherwise, and broken: Jane thought the butter would require to be shifted; but found that there was only a little bit of the butter laid bare, on one side, or fraction of a side only; and that the butter might still stay where it was;—and be sent up to the Doctor tonight. Inkbottles had not given way at all, tho' there was danger of them; they would have been safer inside the meal-sack. Hams are pronounced to look “excellent,”—especially one Ham: are they both for us? Yesternight I had a morsel of porridge from the new meal: our little English maid makes porridge well, better than any Scotch one we have had:—and certainly no better article in the shape of meal need be desired by a lover of that article. First-rate meal; a thing precious in these localities, still more than in yours. The Butter we shall be at, probably tomorrow; and doubt not to find it too of the old quality. So that all is right on that side; and we can only send thanks as heretofore, and feel very much obliged for Isabella's kindness and yours.

We are pretty well; tho' the November Fogs (dirty black mist, full of smoke too) have begun, which is an unfavourable sort of weather. I have been working a little, too; and do not mean to go quite “bane-idle” any more, if I can help it. I will send my Mother the thing (some new Letters of Cromwell) so soon as it is printed in Fraser.— Emerson, the American friend, went away on Friday evening; back to Lancashire again, where he is lecturing, both in Manchester and Liverpool. How he succeeds may perhaps be a question. We found him a rather thinner man than was expected; tho' a good man, yet not an entertaining man in the highest degree! He kept me talking, however, and would at no time let me cease: I was quite tattered to pieces; and really glad to be at rest again.

Forster (whom we staid with in Yorkshire) is waiting for me downstairs: I must cease far sooner than I wished. I intend a Letter to my Mother one of these days; take care of her, the good old Mother! Take all care of yourselves: my blessing with you all. Your affe T. Carlyle