candlestick

1853


The Collected Letters, Volume 28


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 13 May 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530513-TC-JAC-01; CL 28: 140


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

London, 13 May 1853

My dear Brother,

I have not written to you so speedily as usual, I know not well why. Perhaps that these bleak spring winds have disheartened me a little more than the average. I did firmly mean to write today; but absolutely could not while at home (time was so far gone); so I have fled in hither, to do it here taliter qualiter [anyway at all]; better than not at all.

My poor Mother I can see is in a very weakly way: no wonder amid these sad blasts of barren sunless weather. Daily & almost hourly she is in my mind; the sad thought about her is never fairly away. Continue, I pray you, to do for her what you can contrive;—I know you will and do; and that is a great alleviation to my sad feelings on the subject. And contrive too to give me news on that subject; the true state of it ought to be visible to me thro' what you write. I sent a Letter to my Mother this week, and a Fraser since, with some other rags of pamphlets, which I fear she will not be able to read. Alas, I can do nothing for her here!—

Jane continues going about; but complains considerably of the hardness of the weather and its effects upon her. I am sorry but not surprised to find your Missus is also a little under the same liabilities. Good weather will be here soon; that certainly is a safe prophecy now.

Our Street, Cheyne Row, is such a mess of rubbish and devastation for these last 3 weeks as you never saw! They are building a Sewer in it, 20 or more feet under ground, a grand work indeed; and from end to end is nothing but heaped rubbish, navvies &c running, bricklayers building in the bowels of the Earth night and day,—and nobody can get out of his door except by a path of 18 inches, if even a path at all. Ten days of it yet are the least I look for. Patientia.

I heard from Emerson; meant to send you his Letter, and will. Item from Clough,—who has got an appointt, and I suppose is coming home. The Glen case (of which you heard?) is now under Lord Aberdeen's consideration, Duke of Argyll &c supporting it; goodish hope, but not to be decided till “the end of june.”— Is Dr Hunter still with you? My respects if so. There is happily no if in Phoebe's case; therefore—!— Adieu dear Brother.

T. C.