April 1849-December 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 24


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 1 September 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490901-TC-JAC-01; CL 24: 208-209


Glen Truine House, Kingussy (Tuesday) 1 Septr, 1849—

My dear Brother

I had your Letter1 at Linlathen; for which, I hope, Jane made acknowledgement that same day. It was very welcome to us in all respects, except that ailment of my Mother's, which let me try to believe subsided by this time. But write, I request you, forthwith, and tell me.

We were excellently well off at Linlathen; sorry only (I for my part) that there had not been provision made for a longer stay. Farie was there, as Jane would tell you; he had already come to Kirkaldy for a day: poor fellow, I left him asleep at Perth this morning; a droll but truly friendly soul! He still hopes to effect some meeting with you for Linlathen or otherwise; the good Erskine was about writing to you shortly some express invitation thither. Poor Erskine, he has some formidable ailment in his hands,—gradual stiffening of the finger-joints and loss of power,—concerning which you might perhaps give him some good advice; advice to run up and ask Brodie2 at least: for at present he seems silently desperate about the thing. In fine, an excellent set of people; loved, and considerably enjoyed on this occasion by both Jane and me.

Last night poor Jane attended Farie and me to the Dundee Station; she was well in health but sad enough to part with me again. She had already decided on doing her Edinr visits (to Aunts &c) without my assistance: in fact she would not have me travel and retravel any ground for the object of escorting her,—she, as she said, “rather able to escort me!” Today before this time, she is at Kirkcaldy (I hope); will cross on Monday, to Haddn that night, and finally perhaps about Friday or sooner I expect to hear of her getting to Scotsbrig. Oh be kind to her there; I know you all will,—and you, if you liked (and were a veredical3 Angel, that is) might tell her heart too as well as her nerves “not to be troubled!”4

Adieu dear Brother. I am just arrived safe;—and here is the Servant declaring that the Post waits. I will write again the day after tomorrow or so. Blessings on my dear Mother and you all!

T. Carlyle