July-December 1858

The Collected Letters, Volume 34


TC TO JWC ; 22 July 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580722-TC-JWC-01; CL 34: 63


The Gill, Thursday 22 july, 1858

All tolerably well here; and the better, to hear my poor little Woman's news of herself,—in expectation of more tomorrow. I truly welcome that Bay House resolution you have bravely found: at first I thought you were to be off instantly, and was very much agog; however I find we must be patient for 9 days more, that is till Saturday week as I count. But beyond doubt you did right: nothing can be kinder, you must admit, than Miss Baring's way of inviting; and indeed I can well believe you will be a real treasure to the stagnant scene in those parts,—only don't talk too much;dinna gang to dad tysel' a' abreed,1 for my blessing no! But make the most of the good elements there, and then let us see what farther we are up to.

Jean came yesternight according to program. I fear I myself have been talking more than was good. Not that I have the least wish to say one word almost to any creature (clearly the reverse for most part); but one is led on insensibly; one stops short suddenly, and finds where one is! This morning, in spite of good sleep, I carry a headache abt with me,—just going off on dromedary, in the loudish cloudy winds, which will blow it out of me;—and this evening I will take more care. If indeed that is what ails me? But I suspect my milk-diet withal, whh is of medical nature. Poor Jean is sunk overhead in the enterprize of a certain Belt2 (wrong & not rectifiable that I see): she has bargained that I let her try to the utmost. Whh is not much.—— Commiserations to Nero: will you take the wretch with you for a little sea-bathing? I almost think you might. What is this of Lady Bulwer?3 Does she admit being mad? Nimmer & nimmermehr [by no means & nevermore]!— Poor John Welsh, say more word of him. Adieu Dearest— T. C.