The Collected Letters, Volume 28


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 22 September 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530922-TC-JWC-01; CL 28: 275-276


Addiscombe, 22 Septr, 1853—

Nothing wrong here, my Dear; nor nothing very right,—especially as you say nothing of coming out! I have lived, and live, in the profoundest silence of La Trappe—take long walks, midday and morning; have not slept to much perfection; have read a great deal for the time; and, this morning, caught a bit of a stiff neck, which I hope wont develope itself into rheumatism. Margaret1 continues perfectly punctual, correct and attentive;—but evidently cannot make puddings, and evidently too is unwilling to try. Which, in the present diet I have here, is a considerable deficit to me, and surely a great loss of opportunities! A hint in Lady A.'s Letter, (which came yesterday) in reference to the Farmer's wife, seems to me well worth attention, on this ground; and were you here, I wd set you on negociating the business. But evidently such a delicate affair must not be touched by any finger heavier than Goody's; so I have held my peace strictly, and wait.

Poor Postie's canvass is out, as you will see by Sidney Herbert's2 Letter: I know not whether, by his other phrases, he means the least good to poor Piper; but guess rather not; and must merely be thankful to him. I suppose that he has done us no ill.— — Chorley's Letter seems to be much hopefuller about Parsons3 than you were?— I will send you all my letters; and you may burn them all. The button (trowser's pocket) is off unseen, and lost; such are the evils of “procrastination”! When are you coming then? Or shall I not see you till I come [?] My tobacco is just ending; Croydon has more. Any servant yet?4 Any &c &c? Adieu, Dearest.

T. Carlyle