April 1849-December 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 24


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE; 6 July 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490706-TC-JWC-01; CL 24: 102-103


Dublin, 6 july, 1849—

The three Newspapers came: thanks, in the absence of more. I suppose you are very busy struggling to get ready for Monday: on Monday you are to get to Neuberg's?— Stop the Examiner; I merely forgot that: if you send over immediately on Saturday forenoon, it will still be in time; at all events, stop it. Newspapers from you are better than nothing,—not so good as something!

Oh, Goody, Goody, I am really like to be killed with “attentions” here; all this day, I have only half an hour (saved now, and thus employed, by ingenuity) for my own private use; at four a Dignitary Macdonnell is coming for me to an [“]agricultural school,”1 or some sight of the sort; I have just seen Stella's scull2 (the very cranium; it nearly made me cry); and then directly is Macgregor's dinner &c &c3—and, alas, last night (owing to green tea, I suspect, and terrible noises) I slept just two hours,—and I have breakfasted with wild Irish Maynooth Priests &c;4 and while I was in the bathing-tub this morning all covered with suds, there came some equerry or I know not what with a Note from Lord Clarendon, whom a friendly “Sir” Something yesterday in evil hour had driven me to leave a Card for (no address upon it, which seemed to be safe), Note inviting me to dinner, and I was half-engaged already,5 and half-mad, and had to decline handsomely (and yet save etiquette, if I can); I penned my Note still wet from the towel, a handsome Note, and here is already a new message from the Viceking with “immediate” when I come in, to which also some answer must be written!6 Ach Gott.— — In short I must get away directly out of this; sleep only this one night more (I trust) in the “Imperial,” and tomorrow evening get forth on the road towards the Fitzgeralds and Kildare,—or perhaps Kennedy can smuggle me (in spite of etiquette) out to his country place, and call that a setting off? He must decide: in the country, and in quiet again I shall be at that date. People here will forward Letters to me. Kilkenny on Tuesday That is the next place: but you will hardly have any time to write. On Monday morning, you shall have a word again if I can manage. God bless thee ever. Take care of thyself.

T. Carlyle