The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE ; 27 June 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500627-TC-MAC-01; CL 25: 103-104


Chelsea, 27 june, 1850

My dear Mother,

Before going out, I will write you a word today, tho' probably you have heard from John that we are all going on much in the old fashion, and nothing new has befallen us. If anything, I think I am in better health; getting used to the summer heat;—indeed last night we had a hearty thunder-shower of several hours (little thunder heard here; but a great quantity of lightning all the evening, and then rain in noble plenty beginning not long after midnight), and now we are a great deal cooler than we were, with a brisk wind as well as a strong sun.

Jack went away on Tuesday morning by the mail train for Liverpool: the Times Newspaper I sent you yesterday was the one we had got from him in sign of his safe arrival there. We have not yet heard anything farther; I have little doubt he has written a word to you, specifying when he is to be expected at Scotsbrig. I yesterday forwarded him a Note that had come from Jean at Dumfries: tomorrow we expect a line from himself.— — Poor fellow, he was very innocent and good, all the time he was here,—the creaking of his shoes the worst fault you could make to him;—and now the great increase of silence in the house makes one wae to notice it, and reflect on the cause of it! We are very glad to have had the poor Doctor here once again; and it is a great comfort to me, for my poor old Mother's sake, to think that it is to you he is returning when he leaves us. I hope he will take good care of you, dear Mother, as he has hitherto done. He seemed very well and blithe while here; and purposes now to set fiercely upon the Dante when he gets back.

I am upon my last Pamphlet;1 I think this eighth I am now busy with will be the last. It will be a great relief to be out of that job, for one. However, I believe, it has done well enough in its fashion, and was a thing wanting to be done. On other conditions, or under other forms, I hope to have a good deal more of the same sort to do yet!— — After ending, or even before if the weather grow too hot, I talk of running across to my Welsh Attorney2 for a week or two of solitary rest: his is the loneliest household I can hear of in the world; near the sea-shore too, and he has horses; and will leave me all the day in a house entirely to myself! In return he is not an exhilerating companion, tho' a very honest one, good man: I rather scunner at the dulness of the evenings! But we shall see what becomes of the project. I shall be loose at any rate. One of these days you will get Pampht No 7, and I will write again. Blessings on you dear good Mother, on you and them all!

Ever your affectionate

T. Carlyle