The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 24 April 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500424-TC-MAC-01; CL 25: 69


Chelsea, Wednesday [24 April 1850]—

My dear Mother,

I think it was but the day before yesterday that I wrote to John, considerably at length, along with the Pamphlet; so I have not much to say today,—in fact, properly nothing at all. But here is a Yankee Newspaper that came yesterday, with a dud of a criticism in it; which, rather than burn it in the fire, I may as well send you to read and then to light your pipe with.1 This is getting a very unruly world; and people speak in a loud irreverent voice now everywhere!

Thank John, and Jamie too, for the pains they have taken about Thom. The poor slut has never written to me again; from which I partly infer that he does not share my great indifference to his “Literature,” but has still some view of trying to work with that in America. However, if he do write again, I shall now know, by Ferguson's testimony and Miss Little's,2 pretty well how I am to construe him.

I am very glad you have got into a new Bed, dear Mother! That was an excellent advice of the Doctor's: you will be much snugger there, I hope— That is one good we have got out of the Latter-Day Pamphlets; and if that should be the only one, it is still something!— — Jean writes today that she is quite afoot again; she described herself as writing to you to the same effect just then.

We went yesterday to dine with Neuberg at Hampstead (a small party, Scott, Wilkinson &c,3 no great shakes of a party), at a Tavern called “Jack Straw's Castle,”4—and got home with less damage than usual. It was the “Golden-marriage day” (Jack will explain that) of Neuberg's father and mother in Germany.— — Oh dear good mother, how thankful shd we be, how “glad” are we, to hear still that you are well!— My affection to all of them at Scotsbrig. Ever your affectionate,

T. Carlyle