candlestick

1852


The Collected Letters, Volume 27


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JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 26 August 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520826-JWC-TC-01; CL 27: 255-256


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE

Thursday [26 August 1852]

Gracious Goodness dear! why DID you not write about that passport before? That one might have had “reasonably good time” to come and go on!— In the old chest of drawers there is not a trace of any passport!— You know that I am a good looker, I have looked every drawer thro', great and small, and am ready to be hanged and quartered if any passport be there— I have also looked all the pedestal drawers and the drawers of the writing table—and GETTING AT these articles of furniture, and searching them has taken me an hour and half all for nothing! Are you quite certain it is not in your own writing case? I looked even in the bag of the portmanteau you had in France—looked every where I could think of I shall see Lord A at night, certainly, if they be come—but there may have been another change in their programme—in that case I will try to see Bunsen or somebody. Darwin is coming, or his carriage is coming in an hour to take me to shake hands with John1 before his second ascent— He was here last evening and there seemed a presentiment hanging over him this time which I didn't like—so I must not disappoint him of seeing me— I shall go by Alsops and leave this to be sent with the pills—the Bill quite safe The Bricklayer has returned at last—just today—when I could well have dispensed with him—requiring all the things to be removed out of the back kitchen and the paper hanger at the same time requiring every thing to be taken out of my bedroom—and I cannot get away to Hemus Terrace tonight because John will come here at whatever hour in the night time he may find his way back to London—to tell me of his safety— He came at midnight last time—and went away at half after one to sleep at Ady's the instrument maker in Brompton2—tonight Martha must give up her sofa in the parlour to him and sleep in the china closet—the kitchen is reeking with paint—if he dont come I shall just have to sit up all night to no purpose— Sleeping with that boy up in the clouds, is out of the question—

But all this is “bothersome” and makes me more flurryable today than usual—and your letter, so agitated looking, has set me finally all spinning round like John's Trail Trou “Weezy”?3 especially as I cant find that passport—

I am miserable about the little Reichenbach too!—

Before I got up this morning I heard one of the carpenters thro the wall saying to the other “Mrs Cār-lў>le will be all right now! there's the Bricklayer come!”—but like all other good joys—come alas not at the right time— Do not leave everything to the last!—and do consider that once in the Steam boat you will have nothing to do but to not throw yourself overboard—and once in the arms of Neuberg you will have no more to do—only to endure!

God speed you I will write a line to the Post office Edinr tomorrow

Yours ever /

Jane W Carlyle