TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 16 September 1856; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18560916-TC-JAC-01; CL 31: 228-229
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Kinloch Luichart, 16 Septr 1856—
Both your Letters came to me with their Inclosures yesterday morning: today is the chance (very brief indeed) of writing some word in answer. I am much obliged by your punctual notices;—have to reply, for my own behoof, little but that I am moderately well, coldish, solitary, idle, and not in the gayest spirits amid these Highland rain storms and Hunters of Deer. However, the thing is new, partly worth seeing; and it will not last long.
I naturally got your first set of Inclosures,—naturally, for I think your Letter was in one Cover with them. Here is an answer to the Emerson Letter whh was an item in that Package. Will you be so good as seal it, put a shilling stamp on it, and despatch by post, quàm primùm [as soon as possible]. The Yankee Booksellers (whom Emerson approves) want me to make a second set of Stereotypes, and send these to America for their use. I ask, What will you give?
Where Jane is, or how, I do not know, except by Isabella's Note to you. She sent nothing yesterday; indeed had not time if she were “in Haddington.”
Lord and Lady Grey are just gone off; they were pleasant enough while here; but we shall have more room and composure. Another goes tomorrow. If Lord Lansdown do not come (whh one can now hope), our few remaining days (8 or 10 I should guess) may pass much more quietly and with proportional increase of comfort to one of us. The equinoctial storms have broken out; we have lit no fires; we are totally idle except we hunt deer; and except tobacco and walking there is really almost no resource when you cannot boat nor fish nor hunt nor read or write (for depth of temperature). One might kindle peat and sit aloft here, but I do not quite like either. My bedroom is one of the best and quietest in the world, and I sleep rather well. It will soon be all over, at any rate. I think of returning by the Lochs.1 Return will be the interesting point! Adieu, dear Brother I have “12 stamps” here (for Emerson's Letter), but cannot just now find them. You must trust me for the moment!
Yours ever /