The Collected Letters, Volume 26


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE; 3 December 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18511203-TC-JWC-01; CL 26: 247-248


Chelsea, 3 decr, 1851—

Three o'clock, and a very dim raw day; Nero and I have been busy over maps, plans and military histories, with an almost minimum of result, this good while, and must now give it up. Sorry work indeed; not clear what good will ever come of it to me;—the want of light and eyesight is a terrible hindrance too.

A sad business that threatening of cold, if it prove as bad as its word! I hope to hear otherwise tomorrow. Thanks for the nice little Narrative this morning: keep well, and you will do very well. Is not Ld Ashburton with you? You speak as if you were three unprotected females, all alone.

No, I am not over happy here with the house all to myself. Not having a wife to keep me unasy,1 the evening grows at last quite gaunt and dreary, or is apt to do so;—but I do get more reading; and reflexions in solitude are not to be scouted because they are “dreary.” Last night, being very woolly inside, I had a little walk about 12; slept illish nevertheless, and have been as stupid as my work (which is saying something) all morning. Hoohooh! Oh whow! &c &c.

There is a grand revolution in Paris (as you will hear when you go downstairs):2 Cavaignac, Changarnier, Thiers &c all clapt in prison, Assembly dissolved, Ls Napoleon parading the streets with a demand for Presidency of ten years, upon which he will take the universal vote: Very well, very well— Oh my Goody, Oh my Goody! But I must off, and babble stuff no longer,— Ann does very well to me; but seems to have a bad cold still some little girl is here with her today. A Newspaper has come with Neuberg's hand on the cover; price 1 halfpenny. I send you all my letters, except one from my Ryder-street fool,3 whh I have burnt. God bless you, dearest

T. Carlyle