candlestick

April 1849-December 1849


The Collected Letters, Volume 24


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TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG; 17 September 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490917-TC-JN-01; CL 24: 234-235


TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG

Scotsbrig, Ecclefechan N.B. 17 Septr, 1849—

My dear Sir,

These long wanderings of mine having at length brought me thus far on my way homeward, and being now about to terminate in a swift course from this to Chelsea, I naturally remind myself of Nottingham, and wish to know, before starting, what possibilities there are for me in that quarter. Mrs C. is to reach home tomorrow, from Manchester; my precise day of departure is not yet fixed; but it must very certainly be soon; and unless, I turn aside for a day and night to take a sight of you home with me, the journey, once entered upon, will be accomplished at one stretch,—in some 12 or 11 hours, if I mistake not.

Pray tell me, therefore, first whether you are at home; secondly, if you can, what possibility of route there is; especially how a steam traveller can reach Nottingham from this place in one day,—if he can at all. If he cannot, I will rather put off my visit till after getting home; but I suppose he can, and that you without much difficulty can discover and indicate the method. I have no Bradshaw, but you doubtless have one; far worse, I cannot endure the study and deciphering of Bradshaw, and therefore do in all such cases apply rather to charitable friends. My locality here is adjacent to the Caledonian Line, station “Ecclefechan,” or still better “Kirtle Bridge”; I dislike rising very early, and cannot sleep at all (especially of late) in Inns: these are the terms of the problem; on which please say a word to enlighten me, while the decision yet hangs, and a very inviting possibility has not yet become impossible. My Brother is now in Liverpool, went so far in escort of my Wife a few days ago; I myself have been in the Highlands &c since Ireland; and feel now thoroughly sated with travelling.

With many kind regards, and the hope of soon hearing, or perhaps even seeing,—

Yours always truly /

T. Carlyle