candlestick

August 1857-June 1858


The Collected Letters, Volume 33


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TC TO JWC ; 17 January 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580117-TC-JWC-01; CL 33: 158-159


TC TO JWC

The Grange Sunday / 17 jany, 1858—

My dear little Goody,

I would give something to know how you are this bright Sunday; whh to you will not be so bright as it is here;—whether you slept last night; what you are doing &c &c? I shall have to wait till Tuesday morning: there is no chance for me sooner.

The train did not go yesterday (nor mean to go!) till one o'clock. This involved me in 50 minutes waiting; and in other vile burbles about getting the Horse put in &c &c, the whole of whh however were happily got over without damage done. Horse was dreadfully afraid at getting into his box; could hardly believe his eyes for joy when he found himself on land again, and old Masta’ with the broadbrim patting his nose, and just about to mount him as usual. I rode slowly along thro' the silent woods,—all the world very dry trim and beautiful in these parts;—there was a dogcart at the Station whh took my luggage in hand.— Lord A. soon joined me in this big vacant room; and talked cheerfully for a long while: after whh I retired to smoke. He had a crutch last night, but had been riding &c: today he is considerably worse; has two crutches, and is quite past riding:—a sad enough case here.1 Lady Sandwich & Miss Baring did not appear till dinner,—whh was held in the Study-room (Lord A.'s old place, if you recollect it) and was not so miserable as you might have expected,—indeed was very prettily managed under the inexorable circumstances. Poor old Lady S. was almost pathetic in her little politenesses and gaieties; and enough to make one sad to the heart. The younger Lady is crackly, tries to lead the talk &c; and is as civil all round as she can be. Rous2 fat contented and partially stolid as heretofore.

I am lodged in a ground room, this time, lefthand side of the front door (if you look from the door),3 where I have seen Thackeray &c lodged: it has the convenience that I can shove up the window whenever I like, and walk out to smoke: the fires &c whh burn all day wd suit you much better than me: I did not sleep better than my worst last night;—but the walk in the sunny calm of the morning up and down these environs was beautiful and mournful to me. Lady S. sent all manner of inquiries after my poor Jeanny: I must try if I can find where the good old Lady is, & try to pay her a visit, for I think she never appears down stairs till dinner. You would have done very well here for temperature &c &c could you have escaped that arrest for a half week longer.


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Front elevation of The Grange, 2002

Courtesy of Sheila McIntosh

 

Who they are that come next week I have not yet fully ascertained: Old Bear,4 I think, is the first of them, and he not till Wednesday. I shall not be in the way I take it, and ought, I conclude, to hold out till then. You have a chance to hear again before I can have a word of you. Oh take care of yourself my poor little woman; get something to eat above all! My Blessings ever on you. T. Carlyle