July-December 1858

The Collected Letters, Volume 34


TC TO JWC ; 10 August 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580810-TC-JWC-01; CL 34: 117


Dumfries Tuesday 4 p.m. [10 August 1858]

Dearest,—I had almost no sleep last night here; but have otherwise been very fortunate and nothing has gone wrong with me. I duly met Lord An at 8.30 yesternight; walked him about till bedtime; caught him up again this morning (7 a.m.), and went whirling off in a drive round by New Abbey, Lochrutton1 &c;—and fairly set him off for Glasgow about 3 hours ago, where he will arrive a while before Miss Baring & Rouse. A successful adventure that,—“beautiful drive indeed,” said his Lp repeatedly, &c &c:—nothing wrong there at all; nay having, to all appearance, lost my Comb (yours of last year) and my cigar-case, the former of whh items was especially grievous to me at my return to Jean's here,2—James Aitken set forth to the King's Arms,3 and by great luck found them both for me again; whh was a good joy into the bargain. Since that I have got or as good as got a satisfactory woodman for the Craigenputtoch concern;4 and like wise have eaten a satisfactory meat dinner, whh was of great merit amid my milk & whey excesses (such I find they have been):—and now tired out to the very bone I am ready to fall asleep for an hour till tea come; a good preparation for whatever's to come. Austin waits for me at Cummertrees with a gig at 11 p.m.,—after whh I hope to knit up the ravelled sleeve5 of things by a sleep altogether leisurely, and to start fair again on Wedny morning.

Perhaps there will be a Letter for me from Goody tonight? If not I will keep hoping that all still continues on the old tack, and my poor little woman keeps improving, whh is a constant source of joy to my thoughts.

A short word merely to prevent your anxieties, Dear. Let it bear you my heart's blessing;—and now I will try for a touch of sleep.

Ever yours /

T. Carlyle