July-December 1855

The Collected Letters, Volume 30


JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 9 August 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550809-JWC-TC-01; CL 30: 23-24


Thursday [9 August 1855]

“All right”—that is to say, all wrong. “What beautiful weather I am getting”! and ten minutes after it was again “raining whole water”!1 Decidedly, whatever wisdom you have, you have no weather wisdom. Your Father showed more when he “hadn't made up his mind.” I got home dry enough however; where, not having strength to begin immediately tearing the carpet up, I felt very lost! Tait came about three, to see if you were to be disengaged at tea, and Wilson was meaning to come down.2 So that is one blessing you may thank God for having “made to fly over your head.”3

Not being successful here, they—(Tait and Wilson)—came to tea at Geraldine's!! she sent over to ask me to come to them—but “horrible was the idea”!— Wilson has got a third pupil4 at 200£ per annum to take to Germany!

No letters for you but one from Fitzgerald which I will not give him the horror of seeing received— No visitors (besides Tait) except a “Mr Jones of Onslow Square5—who had a packet to deliver into your own hands—or failing yours into the hands of Mrs Thomas Carlyle.” He called yesterday while I was at the railway and again this morning—the “packet” turned out to be a begging letter—and Mr Jones a horrible looking Jew swindler, that I was thankful to get out of the house, at the cost of sixpence only! Ann had shown him into the parlour, as “a Gentleman; something of a tax gatherer sort”!—

I wonder if you landed “right side up”—and what sort of a life you will lead Fitzgerald?—I have returned to live more “according to the dictates of nature”; dined yesterday at half after one, tea at half after five, bed at half after ten!!—of course I was up this morning at five!

Already every room in the house, except your silent Room where I am writing this, is in a state of most admirable carpetless confusion! and the Sweeps are expected momentarily— I dont mean to pass my time in Cinderellaing however—I hope to “get out of it all” tomorrow— A penny Bradshaw6 has taken place of the Family Herald7—and I have 10£. Moreover Mr Chalmers8 has given his house another coat of paint—the smell of which is sent in by the damp, and both Ann and I had “monitions” of Colera last evening—even to vomiting

a kiss to Fitzgerald—yours ever /