The Collected Letters, Volume 28


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 30 December 1853; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18531230-TC-JWC-01; CL 28: 366


Scotsbrig, Friday Evg 30 decr / 1853—

No letter for me today; which was a kind of disappointment: and I cannot get home tomorrow; it will not be till Monday (about midnight) that I can come. But then, you may expect me.

I am well enough in health; get, one way and other, fully my average of sleep; and after tomorrow noon, I shall be alone, with liberty to roam abroad in the solitary places; and wind up in such composure as I can this stern and sacred Sabbath-week I have had.

Yesterday was full of misery and oppression to me, as natural; a grim ever-memorable day. No tear visited my eyes; my heart held very many in it. Today there has been a parting of the mournful lot of remnants she has done with in this world: John presided over it all morning, I holding quite aloof; at length towards afternoon it became evident that to finish it this night at all, I must intervene. It is now all but done; Jack is off, only Mary and Jean now here.— I have had to eat my Dinner (at 5 o'clock) without any walk; mean now to walk to Ecclefechan with this and return for tea—

A little mahogany medical thing that once belonged to your Father, and was sent hither but never used here, returns to you;—also a green Bottle which was once old Grandfather Walter's:1 that shall be set aside here (if I cannot carry it), and kept safe either for my Jeannie or one of her Cousins.

Yesterday the very snow rang as we slowly wended thro' it. I took a long walk about 9 at night: there was then, and thro' night afterwards, thaw; but at morning & now the iron frost was more intense than ever. Pray Heaven there may be a letter for me tomorrow: I have little chance of any, if not then. God bless thee

T. C.