July-December 1855

The Collected Letters, Volume 30


TC TO LADY STANLEY ; 29 October 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18551029-TC-LST-01; CL 30: 95


Chelsea, 29 Octr, 1855—

Dear Lady Stanley,

My poor old women out at New Cross (Johnson's God-daughters whom you too well remember) have suddenly begun to shriek upon me again. Much to my amazement,—not much to my comfort, or furtherance in the work I have. But I begin to perceive that, to all appearance, Lady Palmerston has been oblivious,—has not only done nothing of her half-promise (to “see what could be done” &c), but nothing even of her whole promise (whh she yielded to your charitable dunning last summer, and which you expressly announced to the poor old woman);—and in fine that her Ladyship is hopeless on this matter, and ought to be left alone of it henceforth.

Do not write to her, therefore, nor speak to her, again at all upon the matter,—permit me at least expressly to forbid any farther activity in that direction. I am truly sorry for the trouble you already had; tho' that, as a work of kindness (recorded in Heaven's chancery, and in some earthly memories too) cannot be considered as lost labour. But I write merely lest you be surprised to see the Lowe Business all committed to The Times, and figuring there, one of these mornings; whither it is now again bound, and whereby (surely to Heaven!) it will now at last end, and make us all rid of it!—

I have not been out of these Southern parts since you went away; hardly above a month in the Country altogether: I have now got into my Garret again, and lighted my fire, with the intention of trying another spell of navvy work, and whether I am to break its back or it my heart;—that is the alternative. I beg your Ladyship's prayers, and forgivenness, I do indeed; and am

Ever sincerely yours /

T. Carlyle