The Collected Letters, Volume 25


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE; 7 April 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500407-JWC-TC-01; CL 25: 60-61


Addiscombe / Sunday [7 April 1850]

All well, Dear (superficially speaking). Lady A was out when we arrived, had been out the whole day, is “QUITE well” again, looking beautiful and in tearing spirits—“Lord A was here, nobody else” yesterday. He was put on reading Mill's review of Armand Carrel aloud after tea,1 and it sent us all off to bed in the midst.

This morning the first thing I heard when I rose was Miss Farrer2 “rising into the region of Song”3 outside; and looking thro the window I saw her, without her bonnet, in active flirtation with Bingham Mildmay4 who had just come—

They are now all gone (Lady A on her poney) to the Archbishops grounds.5 I went a little way with them but dropt off at the first bench on the hill. I am not worse for coming—rather better. Indeed I dare say the ride yesterday and the, what Helen6 used to call, “grand change” was just the best a Dr could have prescribed for me—

There is a talk of going to Mortlake one day to visit the Taylors7—“Barkis is willing”—

But if you come tomorrow as I expect, what am I writing for?— I wish you were at the Archbishops now instead of wrestling with that pamphlet—and yet—it is not in sauntering about “grounds” that good work gets done by anyone I fancy— It is a lovely day however and I grudge your not having the full benefit of it as well as I—

A kiss to my dear wee dog, and what he will perhaps like still better a lump of sugar!

Yours faithfully /

Jane W Carlyle