April 1849-December 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 24


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE; 11 August 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490811-TC-JWC-01; CL 24: 188-189


Scotsbrig, Saturday, 11 Augt 1849—

No news, Dearest, none at all: but a penny will carry a word to you, so I may send it tho empty. I made but a bad figure at sleep last night, contrary to hope; in fact I awoke at 3 o'clock; and made nothing more of it, owing to cocks, and other blessed fellow inhabitants of this Planet,—not all of whom are friendly to me, I perceive! In fact the Planet was not wholly made for me, but for me and others (including cocks, unclean things many and even the Devil): that is the real secret of it! However, I am very so-so in health today still, on that account; and this night I mean to change my bed, to shift into the middle room namely, and so bid defiance at least to cocks.— On Monday my Mother and I are to go to Dumfries; where also is no great outlook for sleep. Alas, a human creature with these particularities in mere sleep, not to speak of any others, is not he already a creature to be prayed for?— Home, with its quietude, will perhaps be all the welcomer.

If you have not already written to Lady An about that address, you see you need not now. This came by today's post. They appear now to have fixed on a third Address; which must be Kinggussie1 (I dare bet) not “Kinggussy”!— I confess I have little brow of [liking for] that journey in my present mood: I have not answered yet, or promised Yes at any time; but I suppose I shall never be forgiven if I say altogether No.

I have written a Letter to Margt Fuller; walked some miles in mud (for it has rained much today); smoked several pipes,—and that is all! My idleness occasionally affrights me. Such a state of things must, will and shall end. But let us say no more today.

Did your Uncle ever speak of a sad mishap (and worse) to Duncan Stewart in Liverpool (James's Brother)? Some cheating the Customhouse, rumour says; and an imprisonment in Lancaster Castle is said to have followed.2— Quick, write, and be a real despatching Goody! Adieu today.

T. Carlyle