TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 3 August 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510803-TC-MAC-01; CL 26: 116-117
TC TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
Great Malvern Wor'stershire / 3 Augt, 1851—
My dear Mother,—Here we are safe, since yesternight; and I write without delay to say so much; well knowing what anxieties your kind heart is liable to! We had a very tolerable journey, without accident of any kind from 10 o'clock to 3 by rail, then from 3½ to 6½ by coach (I on the outside) which was much pleasanter. Before 7 we were safe in the Doctor Gully's here, which is a beautiful ornamental little Mansion with pleasure-grounds round it,1—detached from the Town (or Village, whichever we call it), as Cressfield from Ecclefechan or so. There are dogs and cocks (both belonging to the House) unfortunately audible; otherwise nothing that is not in a high measure agreeable. The Dr is a clever modest solid-looking man of five-and-forty; he has two sisters with him who are younger; one or two children, being a widower: all of these seem bent to be kind and hospitable and every way attentive to us;—of which we ought surely to be sensible. Nero, who was smuggled hither in a dextrous manner in spite of railway guards appears (for one) to be abundantly sensible of the happy change he has made; and is galloping about without limit of joy all morning. I too sit thankful under shady trees; thankful to get away from all noise; and rather confidently hope to attain some benefit by my journey hither. In spite of the dogs and cocks, I made out a wonderful sleep last night; and tho' flurried a bit by the journey and the unspeakable bustle before it, am better not worse today. What a blessing to have it mostly to myself at any rate, and not to be tormented by the cackle of fools round me!— In a day or two I hope to send you more minute word. You will get the Leader still; but rather later while we are here. Also a Magazine, one of these days: it is not worth much. I should have written a line to Jean today: but my head is beginning to ache if I sit much longer here within doors, for the day is very hot.— I have written a longer letter to John, giving fuller descriptions, who perhaps will send it to you soon.
My Printers had completely done with me, and in a few days will have done with the Book: I have arranged with John that a Copy is to be sent to you without delay after it is ready,—probably in a week or ten days.— — Jane is pretty well in spite of these tumblings: she was here (in this room of mine, a neat little bedroom and bathroom) five minutes ago: her room is close by, and the better of the two as beseems.
Dear good Mother, how are you yourself in the midst of all this! I hope you are holding out well; but I want very much to know. Isabella must write a word, and put it into that cover: I hope she will be so good.— My writing apparatus is rather foreign to me here; and indeed it is already laming my hand if I persist at it long in this posture. So I will end; having already said the needful. Good be ever with you, dear Mother. I send my heart's blessing to one and all.
Ever your affectionate
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