TC TO LOUISA BARING ; 12 August 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580812-TC-LBA-01; CL 34: 121-122
TC TO LOUISA BARING
The Gill, nr Annan 12 Augt, 1858—
Dear Miss Baring,
This day I can fancy you steaming, in crowded circumstances, towards Inverness; with a fair prospect of reaching your own Mountain Fastness1 tonight, where silence and civilised sleeping quarters will be very welcome after such a hurlyburly. I send you, by command, a small fraction of Literary Provender:2 may it find you safe, and disposed to enjoy it by and by. Our hot weather has suddenly, last night, broken into extensive thunder, and today all over our world is a downpouring of tepid rain: what is called “the Lammas Flood” in this country, such a phenomenon being usual in the early part of August. You are not to be discouraged: ply your reading, and hope, “the Lammas Flood” lasts only a little while, and then there are commonly two months of goodish weather still in store.
You have done a fine feat of hospitality, and really with almost miraculous success, in my Wife's case! Beautifully managed in all points. She writes in great terms indeed about Bay House, about the fine unquestionable style of her welcome, about &c &c; and in short, has beyond question got a great deal of good of it already. I find also, what was very pretty and right, that you have been entirely silent as to my small diplomatic movement in the matter. I can only thank you; and say in all points, Well done! Truly you have done me a great favour; and I am much obliged, I for my own behoof.
Within 10 days hence,—most likely Saturday 21st,—I am off for Hamburg; bent on a small German Tour of four weeks; which is in some sort necessary tho' the thought of it is horrible to me. I wish I were well back, and safe in my own bed again,—where at least one can lie flat, and have nobody blowing cowhorns in one's ear to tell what o'clock it is!— — I commend myself to Lord A.; and recollect with great pleasure the morning we had in Dumfries together. May all go well at Loch Luichart, and on the road back. I am always, Sincerely Yours T. Carlyle