TC TO LADY ASHBURTON; 3 January 1854; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18540103-TC-LA-01; CL 29: 1-2
TC TO LADY ASHBURTON
Chelsea, 3 jany, 1854—
Dear Lady,—I got home last night, or rather this morning about 1; extremely cold and miserable;1—and found here your good kind letter; for which, as for other solaces, I should thank the Heavens and you. I had already written you from Scotsbrig a brief word, towards Bowood (of which I know only the County, not the Post Town);2 I did not yet know of your new Cold; fancied you there according to Program: the Note, which is not of any moment otherwise, may probably come along with this. I pray you take care of that Cold. There is such a rigour of hoary jingling frost abroad over all the Earth and sky as I have rarely witnessed. In Scotland there was bright sun withal; but here we have the usual grey complexion overhead; and all is very grim indeed.
I have not yet been on the street, and it is now towards dusk; nor have I seen or done anything except what was dreary, what was necessary. I shall rally my thoughts by degrees,—towards useful business (if I can find any, out of this chaos of my affairs); that, I have known by long experience, is the only refuge. God is great; God is good. We have not any more to say or think.
I will write to you again in a few days, after matters are a little settled with me. The house &c is all quieted and well arranged. Again I bid you take care of your health in the cold weather. God bless you. T.C.