July-December 1855

The Collected Letters, Volume 30


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 10 August 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550810-TC-JWC-01; CL 30: 24-25


Farlingay, 10 Augt, 1855—

My Dear, am I to understand you literally: “out of it all tomorrow”? And are you actually off somewhither this day, and going to lodge somewhere in infinite space in general, tonight! I cannot blame you for wishing to be far away from Chalmers's paint and the chimney sweeps; but I did not anticipate you would be so sudden: I shall in truth be anxious tomorrow for a scrap of writing from you again; for there will be none till Monday, if I miss then. Any way I hope it will turn out well with you! You have a great heart for so small a body, to venture forth into the unknown with nothing but a bundle under your arm.

As to me things go prosperously altogether. I made an excellent sleep out last night; at least two sleeps added together that amounted to excellent: and today my cold is as good as quite gone. You see I have skill in the weather too: here are the sunny Autumn days begun; and this, the first of them, has been one of the beautifullest that could be desired: as nice a morning as I remember to have seen; and your Letter waiting for me, and good Fitz sitting patient on a big block (huge stump of a tree-root, in which they have sown mignonette &c) at the head of the garden till I pleased to come down.

—I got no sea-bathing (only a cold-water bath within doors in the domestic style); but I have sauntered about, reading, in the fields; we drove in the gig (poor F. still lame, & like to be for some days); afterwards I walked lustily (tho' as yet too little of it) thro' pleasant lanes, and quiet country roads all of hard smooth sand, and hardly any vehicle or creature in them: in short a day suitable to my purpose in coming here. I already seem to feel twice as strong for walking; and, in my light clothes, step along at a great rate in spite of the windless fervent heat. Yesterday was absolutely cold; I had on my sleeve-waist coat, and F. had lent me a dressing gown (which I did not use): but today there is heat with a vengeance. I design to have a try again at the sea tomorrow, at all events a good walk before breakfast: it is a pleasure to walk hereabouts in such a morning as today's was.— I had forgotten: it is not tomorrow, it is Sunday (here) that is my last post from London for the week. Crabbe called today; we had called at his place yesterday and found his daughter, a hard-favoured but very honest rational and amiable woman:1 C. is very frothy of tongue but good stuff too, I see

God bless thee Dearest,—

T. Carlyle