January-September 1856

The Collected Letters, Volume 31


TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 27 August 1856; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18560827-TC-JCA-01; CL 31: 196-197


The Gill, Wednesday / 27 Augt, 1856—

Dear Jean,

I have been thinking many a time about coming to Dumfries; but weather, tailors, work, something or other comes always in the way.

My Writing having now come to kind of pause, not quite disgraceful,—I think of driving up to you tomorrow, unless the weather be wet again or very threatening. It is likely enough I may be over before dining,—but will be in time for your operations in that behalf (1 muttonchop with ½ slice of toast,—small breadpudding a “voluntary”): I will stay, if you have any bed for me, all night;—or even, if I prosper, another; cannot rightly more than one another;1 Tailors &c being here, and a good many things coming on now towards the point of pressure,—point of lifting anchor, alas!

Jane has been a week in Haddn, another in Edinr; is now over to Auchtertool again;—means, I can observe, to take Annandale last,—that will not be till the middle of Septr at soonest. And I, meanwhile am bound to the Dingwall region (where the Ashburton Lordships are) for a fortnight;—cannot well be off, I perceive; and must go, however lazy.— Jane and I are to meet at Linlathen (Mr Erskine's), it is hoped; and the next time in Annandale, going homewards.

A short Letter had come from John; the two Scotsbrig Jamies brot it over last Sunday: John to be in London abt the 1st of Septr; I have written to him, “till called for,” at Paris; poor wandering Jack, he always likes a Letter.

The Tailors, 2 or 2 ½ are here since Monday; stitching away (I suppose), but under strict cover. All was right,—thanks to Jim and yourself, except some fractional elements, thread &c, for whh Mary drove over to Annan yesterday in a gallantly prompt way.

I have never been in the Gig since that night you left us. I think of bringing it up tomorrow;—perhaps you or some other charitable soul may get a drive (and give one) with me in some of your beautiful environs. The Globe2 is the right place to go to with both horse and gig, is it not? Perhaps I shall pass James's establisht (in English Street)3 if he had any contrary advice to give.— Ever your affectionate Brother

T. Carlyle