TC TO C. G. DUFFY; 28 June 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490629-TC-CGD-01; CL 24: 85-86
TC TO C. G. DUFFY
Chelsea, Friday 28  june 1849—
The “Athlone,” which is to sail with me tomorrow at 10 a.m. promises to arrive in Kingston1 about 5 on Tuesday Evg,—or perhaps it may come up to Dublin altogether, if at a later hour: that is the program they gave me yesterday. The Imperial Hôtel, you know, is my place after that.
I have an immense sta[c]k2 of Letters, chiefly to people in Kerry, Clare &c, and one or two for Cork, Limerick and Donegal Counties: Poor Law Inspectors, Agents of big Estates, Gentries, Nobilities &c:3 my first task when I meet you must be to overhaul this part of the affair, and see how it bears upon journeys and routes.
How long I should like to stay in Dublin is not easy to be fixed:—till about the end of the week, I should guess; perhaps with Maynooth and Tarah intervening?
As want of faculty to sleep is my bête noire in all travelling, and the Athlone is likely to emit me in rather a questionable state in that respect, I have more than once had a notion that perhaps some quiet Lodging for a week,—such as one of your benevolent Ladies could have soon sought out for me, in a house of clearly sober people who had an unexceptionable Bedroom (and such Sitting Room as pleased Heaven,—might have suited me better, me to whom noise is horrible: but the whole matter has hung so vague hitherto I never “could propose it definitely, or bring it farther than the form of an aspiration,” in which state you now have it! Probably the “Athlone,” which seemed to be not quite made for Sybarites, may have hardened me a little before arriving: thrown into it head foremost; that is the rude operation I, with much study, have prescribed for myself, as the first step towards cure. Faustum sit [Good luck].— Trusting to see you now—Yours ever truly— T. Carlyle