TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN; 1 January 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550101-TC-JCA-01; CL 29: 228-229
TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN
Chelsea, 1 jany, 1855—
My dear Sister,
This is Newyears Day, according to our mode of reckoning; and I cannot forbear to send you expressly the “wishes of the season”; and will beg you to accept the inclosed small memorial of me,—changing it into any little Gift for yourself that may promise to be useful, and bring me into your thoughts now and then. You can get the Couple of coins yourself (if you prefer that way); and may believe there is no truer wish circulating at the present season than the one I send you for “a good newyear”; if there be any such thing going under the sun just now!— Nay, why do I murmur! There is always a good year for him that will stir himself valiantly in it. Let us stand to our tasks then; and know that a Taskmaster is above us, whose eye, and purpose with us, cannot err.
The Westminster Review comes today (or rather along with this, and not till tomorrow, for it is now dark, and a blowy night): you will find in it a little Article by me called Prinzenraub (i.e. “Prince-Rob” or the Stealing of the Princes); that you can read, James and you, tho' it will not do much for you: it is the only thing I have printed this long while. The rest of the No I consider to be very bad; Fraser is so utterly dishwashy, it really seems not worth sending but will come too, I suppose, by and by.— I am sticking fiercely to my sad labour; and hope to do some good upon it, in time. Jack wrote last week from Clifton: nothing particular stirring. Jane is not properly on the sicklist, but is very feeble, sleepless &c Our weather is moist and muddy, very warm for the season; no frost yet to speak of.— Commend me to James and to every one: right heartily I wish you all a “Happy New Year.”
Ever your affectionate /