The Collected Letters, Volume 26


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 28 August 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18510828-TC-JAC-01; CL 26: 146


Malvern, 27 [28] Augt, 1851—

My dear Brother,

Your Note1 with Enclosures came the night before last: poor little Jenny seems as happy as need be; Jean is, as usual, prompt to shew the seamy side of things. I have written today to my Mother at Dumfries, and mean to send a word to Jamie at Scotsbrig to announce my speedy advent thitherward.

We go for Wor'ster on Saturday morning at 9 (only 7 miles of Coach): there it appears a train takes us up; carries us, witht much pause at Birmingham, thro' to Liverpool at 4 p. m.,—where Mary Welsh, the only inmate of No 20 Maryland Street (unless John have returned from Mobile2), is warned to expect us. Nine is in time for the morning post here; but it will be better to direct yourself on Liverpool (I suppose), and there we shd find anything sent to us waiting in a more deliberate manner. On Sunday, I think, they have no delivery?— On Monday morning I mean to be off for Scotsbrig: if you know any recommendable train (not too early in the morning) and will mention it at Liverpool, it might save me a hunt thro' Bradshaw and the intolerant disgust which always attends that.

We had a deluge of rain last night,—almost our first rain hitherto. This morning is bright as diamonds and briskly windy; I had an hour-and-half of walking, round by Madresfield, amid paths and leafy lanes, the Hill being too windy. Farie is still weak with his fit of cholic; uncertain, very, whether to go North or South in the coming days. Scott, my Bathman said, is off to London this morning, “for a day or two, about his House.” I have hardly seen him at all; nor wished it, as he poor fellow seemed not to wish it. Twistleton is gone; Lord Lansdown is coming (gloria in excelsis);3 Senior still invites to tea. Enough, dear Brother, I hope soon to send you a Note from Scotsbrig. Yours ever T. Carlyle