TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 26 January 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480126-TC-JCA-01; CL 22: 234-235
TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN
Chelsea, Wednesday 26 jany 1848.
Dear Sister Jean,—Take the hastiest of words from me; a mere indication of the lie of matters here. I came home on Monday. Jane never made out her expedition to Alverstoke; she appointed two successive days, then wisely gave it up altogether;—wisely, for I myself had in the meanwhile got a cold; very unmanageable in such an establishment; so I packed up, and made off, and am here since Monday afternoon, as I say,—close within doors ever since.—— My cold, now that I am at home, is of no moment, and indeed seems fairly departing; Jane's, which she can less bear, is not to call bad either; a cough troublesome but not dangerous; and we all believe it will go when the frost goes. But indeed our weather is very hard at present, grey grim skies, with strong Northeast wind occasionally; “a ringing storm,” as we say in Annandale; the first of the season, and the last, we hope. Jack too has got a little cold; but one feels as if he could cure it when he liked. This, dear Jean, is the posture of affairs among us: no other news worth writing.
Among the idle people there goes on with considerable briskness a controversy about that poor Paper of Cromwell Letters in Fraser,—as to Whether they are genuine or not? “Gay idle of wark,”1 I think! My own attitude upon it is strict silence; obstinate refusal to say one other word upon the subject. Have I not already said, and even signed? In the last two Examiners are papers on the “controversy,”—a controversy not worth half a pin to any creature.— I will write again soon; meanwhile commend me to James, to Jenny, and all the Bairns.
Ever your affectionate