The Collected Letters, Volume 27


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 5 May 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520505-TC-JAC-01; CL 27: 103-104


Chelsea, 5 May 1852—

Dear Brother,

Poor Cochrane died yesterday morning,—“Tuesday about 8 o'clock.” No possibility of recovery was understood to exist for some time back, and the Dr was surprised day after day, for the last three, to find him still alive. Poor old lumbering good-natured soul, I am sad to think of him, and that we shall never see him more.— Jones1 will summon a Com̅ee Meeting so soon as the funeral is over: I know not in the least what they mean to do; but suppose they will find it good to be in no haste, but to pause well and to examine. Whatever Jones is fit for, he is likely to get; being in good esteem and favour with everybody.

On Monday he told me the Darwin Paper had come; yesterday I went to Radford the 'Bacconist's,2 with Fraser of this month and your Anglo-Saxon Dicty; I commissioned Radford (I think that is his name) to put four quarters of York-River4 between these Books, address them for my Mother to your care, and leave them with Jones, “before six o'clock.” The poor man had only three papers of Yk River by him, but undertook to get another (difft in nothing but the paper cover of it), and send all away punctually as ordered. I know not whether you have yet written to Jones for your Books: but all else is in such readiness as I describe.

Pray send me back that Emerson Letter; it is not yet answered, nor has the receipt (by Miss Gillies) of the Enclosure yet been acknowledged.— — I have got a beggarly little cold again, in this grim N. wind weather; and am besieging it today with diet (i.e. starvation) blue-pill &c &c. I tremble always for my poor old Mother in this hard time: surely it cannot last much longer now! Love and regards to all. Yours ever T. Carlyle