April 1848-March 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 23


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 12 April 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480412-TC-JWC-01; CL 23: 14-15


April 12, 11 P.M. [1848]

Oh, my dear, be sorry for me! I am nearly out of my wits. From three o'clock till now I have been in a tempest of twaddle. … Just when I was about escaping into solitude and a walk through the lanes, enter D——— and P———. To them R———,1 and a violent diatribe extorted from me about Chartisms—a most wearisome, wearing walk and talk. May the devil take that wretched mortal who never walks with me but for my sins! … In the evening came in poor E———, and shortly after the ‘Ape,’2 and they are but gone this minute. May the devil confound it! I feel as if I had got enough for one day. … No wonder I am surly at people. The wonder is rather I do not shoot them. You wretched people! you cannot help me, you can only hinder me. Of you I must for ever petition in vain that you would simply not mind me at all, but fancy in your hearts I was a grey stone, and so leave me. … E———was in the car along with Feargus O'Connor and the other Chartists. Never, he says, in the world was there a more total irremediably ludicrous failure than that operation; seldom a viler cowardly scoundrel (according to E———) than that same Feargus as E——— there read him;3 and now the Moral Force Chartists (Lovett, Cooper, &c.) are to come out and—in short, the world, take it how we will, is mad enough. …4