July-December 1855

The Collected Letters, Volume 30


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 17 August 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550817-TC-JWC-01; CL 30: 35-36


Farlingay, 17 Augt, 1855—

No news from you today,—which I will take to mean that there is no bad news; all things remaining, with Goody, as they do with Illy,1 in statu quo. I have bathed, I have been driven about, weather hot and shiny, without wind; last night I slept unusually well; and tomorrow at 6½ a.m. we are to go, for Ipswich and the Steamer, according to program. Fitz has been the best of Landlords, and has discharged the sacred rites really with a kind of Irish zeal and piety. A man not to be forgotten. Today I saw his Brother, the Squire of Boulge:2 a man with no hindhead, but with a flaccid fat body, and pair of eyes smiling with unwholesome sweetness, and voice full of Delilah dalliance,3—gone all “to religion” in various forms.4 I found him too a most noticeable man. And the Picture of the old Mother too: a splendid Irish Beauty;5 really magnificent somewhat, but liable to go far awry!— Fitz has done everything, except “leave me well alone”:—that he has not quite done; and to say truth, I shall not care to be off, and lie down in my own corner again, even with the sputter of Cremorne in the distance. About 5½ p.m. if all go well tomorrow.

I wrote to Lord Ashburton about his Indian Speech:6 to Mylady I had mentioned once the notion about Addiscombe plus a horse and gig to drive oneself out and in (horse was Neuberg's, tho' in deepest silence never, spoken of or whispered of hitherto); and here, you see, it is! Two strings to one's bow: if Neuberg were spoken to, and if &c &c: in short if I want any more country, here is again the chance.—

The Crabbes are excellent people; & the young Lady will absorb Bölte's German Book;7 and the old Gentn wants one photograph of me. God bless thee ever, dear Jeannie and send us a meeting again 23 hours hence!—Yours ever T. Carlyle