The Collected Letters, Volume 26


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 7 August 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510807-TC-JAC-01; CL 26: 121-122


Malvern, 7 Augt, 1851—

Dear Brother,

Here is a Message from Scotsbrig whh I am charged to forward to you: poor little Jenny, it will gratify you to learn, has got safe to Montreal. Let us hope her subsequent course in those regions will likewise be fortunate.

If you have not sent off the Map, there is a small implement in the drawer of my toilet-table, which I will ask you to send along with it, if not too weighty. It is a small black leather article, something like a cocked hat for the generalissimo of Lilliput; the use of it is, to wear in your waistcoat pocket, and to serve as a drinking cup when you are on your travels in a country of clear springs. I drink largely of the excellent water here. Pray send the thing if you can find it, whatever its “weight” be (a very light weight, I shd think!) and whether the map be gone or not.

I slept well last night in my new cabin; have been well “packed” (during which I fell asleep again), then well slaistered in a bath with towels; afterwards walk for an hour, in the fresh grey wind, upon solitary commons, in the hollow; then dress and breakfast; after which, and smoking and sauntering on these lawns, here I am. The weather is much cooler, except about noon time, now that the wind has turned N.E.—

Last night I walked up thro' “the Wych”;1 or rather past the Wych (or well), and drank out of the same Herefordshire and Wales were very green and cheerful, wrapt in misty sunshine. An ignorant “gear-pole,” one Allen just arrived here,2 had joined himself to me; whom I mean to avoid in future: Scott and his family drove past us on the way homeward. An idle life; not yet a sad one. I am out again into the air. Yours ever

T. Carlyle