TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 19 April 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490419-TC-MAC-01; CL 24: 31-32
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, Thursday [19 April 1849]
My dear Mother,
Here is an Irish Paper1 with that Spectator Article in it; I wish, when you have looked at it, you would send it on to Jean at Dumfries, who probably has not heard of it, and might like to see it. This morning, too, I receive the enclosed Tract or Handbill, which a certain energetic Printer in Suffolk, a fierce Radical and very honest sort of man, has made out of the Article, for purposes of general circulation!— So that there is reception enough for that bit of Speech: indeed Lord Johnny, I perceive, is not far from ripe, and a few shakes more, from the bystanders, will make him drop from his high tree.— By the way, if Isabella like better, she may send the Handbill forward to Jean, and send the Newspaper not to her but to Alick; it will go any time before Monday,—and I here enclose an Address, which, with two wafers, will do the business, if she judge that to be the preferable way. And so enough of that.
I have not yet got my day's work begun; and it is high time I had it half ended! We have a tempest of sleet and wind; there has not been an uglier day this twelvemonth,—a regular “borrowing day” tho' almost 3 weeks after the date for that. Our weather, since the middle of March, has been the coldest, bitterest, most broken, I ever saw at such a season here. This tumultuous outburst of today, in the rear of snow-storms and north-wind, ought surely to end the controversy.— Shrink close in, my dear Mother, by the edge of a good fire; and let us hear soon that you are still standing it unharmed.
Poor Glen of Annan,2—I read in the Courier yesternight that he is dead; “at Teheran in Persia, where he was engaged translating the Scriptures: age 72.” Ah me!—
Your ever affectionate /