The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 29 July 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500729-TC-JAC-01; CL 25: 128-129


Chelsea, 29 july, 1850—

My dear Brother,

I got Jean's Note,1 and I got yours; I write you one word today, lest there be still less time tomorrow. After some haggling about the Cardiff Steamers, whh did not suit me with their Bristol hours, it has at length been as good as fixed that I am to go on Wednesday (day after tomorrow), from Paddington at 12½ p.m.; then at Bath, Landor, who responds with great cordiality, is to take me over to his abode, and lodge me all night (“Rivers Street, Bath”); the next morning, Thursday at ¼ past 10 (starting from Bath by the mail train at 9¼ a.m.) I get on board a Cardiff Steamer at Bristol; and in some 3 hours more, if all go right, Redwood puts me into his tub-gig on Welsh Ground; and a drive of 2 hours or so lands the “happy couple” at Boverton,—greatly to the joy of poor Redwood at any rate! That is the figure of the program as it at present stands; which I send you for settling my good Mother's anxieties. To her I will write very quickly after my arrival;—probably about this day week the Note will come: but her good heart must not take into the flutters even if it do not; for I may still be detained about Bristol or Bath till Friday (at which hour the Steamer suits too), and so the Letter be delayed a day. Tell her not to be uneasy about me in any case; for I am really well in the foundations of my health, only tattered, a bit, and in need of repose.— After three weeks or so of Redwood (three I shd fancy will be enough!) I calculate on getting by a Swansea Steamer to Liverpool, and hitting either the Annan one or else the railway there.— — Darwin went off this morning, to Ventnor Isle of Wight. A. Sterling is in Ireland again. Everybody is away, and the Town very quiet:—the rainy wild weather is gone too, and I think we are going to have it dry again. Jane is pretty hopeful; is to have Geraldine when I am gone. Blessings on you all.—

Ever yours /

T. Carlyle