The Collected Letters, Volume 28


TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 20 October 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18531020-TC-JCA-01; CL 28: 294-295


Chelsea, 20 Octr, 1853—

My dear Jean,

I got your two Letters, and also one from young John1 at Scotsbrig this morning; for all of which I am much obliged, as well as for a short Note Mary sent me while she was with my Mother. You are very good in sending me news; [page torn] they are a great favour to me at present! A little word [page torn] any wild apprehensions at times: and it is often true,—fact is not so bad as one's sorrowful imagination of it. My poor weak Mother seems not to be worse; and right thankful am I to hear even so much. She is always loving to me, also, how [page torn] the good old Mother! One has to thank [page torn]; and for such a Mother, still spared to one, as one of the chief.

All is wet confusion here: such wet weather as I seldom saw; and a remnant of Carpenters and painters still pottering about,—it will be long before we are quite cleared of them, and certain that no foreign foot will interrupt our quiet again. They will soon go till Spring, however; and indeed, have then only a few days of business with us. And if my new room (which has still some imperfections, but promises really well) do answer its purpose, it wi[ll be an] acquisition to me for the rest of my life.— [page torn] have got what seems to be an excellent [servant] the best that has been here for many a year: which is a very great point in our small domesticities.

I am well enou[gh i]n health; really, I often think, in spite of all these confu[sions] [page torn] my average, by dint merely of sitting still[.] Poor Jane is unluckily not so well; got a disagreeable cold, some days ago, and is obliged to keep the house; very feckless;—but for these last two days, is decidedly getting better; and will be out for a little walk, the first glimpse of sun we have.—— —— —

Aai, ai, ai!— — — Here has my little Builder been, to consult, consult, about that sorrowful room; and has taken all my time away from me, and hardly left room for the [page torn] Hoohoo!— — Another word shall come directly; this [week]end.

Tomorrow, if Jane can, she will write to Isabella her ideas about the butter and meal: I rather think, no meal or very little;—a stone or so of the old is still left; we can get n[page torn]-time, without an effort (Jane making it herself), and hav[e] almost given it up. She will say precisely; or if not she, I.

Meanwhile, Garthwaite is to make me three pairs of flannel drawers,—stuff, size &c the very same as the last (5 pairs) he made me. Let him be at once instructed and set to work.

And therewith, we end for today;—sending love and affection to our dear Mother to you and to ev[ery]one.

Ever yours, Dear Jean,

T. Carlyle