The Collected Letters, Volume 28


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 26 September 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18530926-TC-JWC-01; CL 28: 277


Addiscombe, Monday [26 September 1853]

I got safe home last night; safe, and found a fire, and kettle procurable, shortly after ten. Tired enough; but slept like a stone, and am all the better for the adventure.

Silence here, and a grey sky occasionally dropping: how different with my poor little wayworn Goody toiling amid the element of lime-dust and chaotic noise! I saw you wanted me to go last night; and the thought, “How poor in means is the truest human affection,—no richer, and yet so true, and deserving to be rich!” was pathetic and beautiful to me under the dark skies! God bless thee, poor little soul!

Speak to Parsons about that square of window (in the old cistern place) which he has left merely with the sneck on it! That is decidedly an imperfect element in the edifice, is it not? At least, do you look at it; and insist on satisfaction to yourself.— My clear notion is, It must either be bricked up, or left free (the boards sawed off from the light of it) as a window for you[r]1 new secret press under the stairs.— Attend to that; attend instantly while still in time!

God bless you ever /

T. Carlyle