The Collected Letters, Volume 26


JWC TO MARY RUSSELL; 12 July 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510712-JWC-MR-01; CL 26: 106-107


12th July [1851]

My dear Mrs Russell

It is come on me by surprise this morning that the 13th is no post day here, and so if I do not look to it today Margaret and Mary1 will be thinking I have forgotten them on my Birthday,2 or that I have forgotten my own birthday which would indicate me fallen into a state of dotage!—far from the case I assure you! for I never went to so many fine parties, and bothered so much about dresses &c and seemed so much like just ‘coming out’ as this Summer! not that I have like the Eagle renewed my age (does the Eagle renew its age?)3 or got any influx of health and gaiety of heart—but the longer one lives in London one gets, of course, to know more people and to be more invited about—and Mr C having no longer such a dislike to great parties as he once had, I fall naturally into the current of London Life and a very “fast” one it is! Besides I have just had my Cousin Helen staying with me for three weeks—and have had a good deal of racketting to go thro on her account—her last and only visit to me still lying on my conscience as a dead failure—for instead of seeing sights and enjoying herself, she had to fulfil the double function of sick-nurse to me, and maid of all work!

She looks frightfully thin; and her shape is still quite peculiar but she seems strong and wiry—could go thro fatigues that I found it impossible to keep up with her in—and her appetite for amusement and sightseeing filled me with astonishment She goes to Fife in a week or two— Perhaps you will have seen my Uncle and the two girls at Moffat?4

I dont know yet where we are to go this Autumn— Mr C has so many plans—and until he decides where he is going and for how long, I can make no arrangements for myself—I shall be quite comfortable in leaving my house this year however having got at last a thoroughly trustworthy sensible servant—

My kind regards to your Father and Husband—some one told me your Father was coming to London—he must be sure not to pass us over if he comes.

I can think of nothing of any use to Mary sendable from here—so I inclose 5/s that you may buy her what she most needs—a pair of shoes?—bonnet? or some meat? Give her my kind regards poor old soul—and believe me dear Mrs Russell Your ever affectionate

Jane Carlyle

I am going to a morning concert and in great haste