candlestick

July-December 1858


The Collected Letters, Volume 34


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 8 July 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580708-TC-JAC-01; CL 34: 17-18


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

The Gill, 8 july, 1858—

Dear Brother,

I have been twice on the back of your excellent dromedary mare,—really a valuable creature, and to me most salutary and charitable;—and make no doubt the good beast will be of the greatest use to me. She is totally untrained; seems never to have been crossed by a breaker or accurate rider; but she is very obedient (so far as she can understand); has a fine long stride, considerable velocity for a little while, sound hoof, and a willing mind. I believe her well worth the money she costs, if that lump1 continue where it is, not going farther. To me surely you have done real good by her; and I shd be ungrateful not to feel obliged. I am already better for my ride yesterday, part of it in rain. In fact, the more I am jolted, it is the better! I believe the mare too may profit by her careful keeping here, and the apprenticeship she gets. On the whole, vivat Dromedary!—

Your glove has turned up here; it will go to you tomorrow, along with some nightshirts Mary is sending. I send the Carlsruh Book,2 not witht entertainment; but by no means with thorough understanding; the poor author being somewhat of “Academic-Pedant” nature, and a good deal destitute of natural gumption, and human principles of method. The Westr Review is come, as well as Fraser; both will gradually reach you. Did you see that new Book of Chambers's abt Scotch History?3 A sack of Excerpts4 (probably in a very blind condition) wh I should like to have a look at.

I have bad news from my poor Jane,—yesterday slightly improved, nothing at all today except the cover of the Wr Review. She had caught new cold,—poor little Jeannie, she is so terribly weak otherwise! I wish I knew rightly what to decide on for her and myself!—

Do not chace the two Boys5 away, poor innocent souls, on my account; I will come riding up some day6 whether they are there or not. I was thinking even of an early day, were the skies once knit up again. But there are heavy electric showers all round; and Dumfries is black steadily for the second day: “excellt weather for filling corn; but for—&c &c!— — Besides my Tailor is not gone, nor even come: I shall have to communicate with Dumfries,—perhaps by return-ticket tomorrow?— — Affectionate regards to all.

Yours ever /

T. Carlyle