January-October 1859

The Collected Letters, Volume 35


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 14 July 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18590714-TC-JAC-01; CL 35: 147-148


Humbie, Thursday Evg late. [14 July 1859]

Dear Brother,

I punctually got the Curb-chain and Dasent (charge 3d+2d=5d, this time);1 the chain fits perfectly: and—I have been reading Dasent all day (sinner that I am); no Book, this long while, has fallen in my way with more of rude human stuff in it; and I feel far more interested about Norse Fables, of a genuine nature, than about these theatrical facts as they are called of the Biggest Servant of the Devil that there now is with a title “Emperor” stolen or inherited!2 That is indeed very strange news, that of the Austrians and the Scoundrel: but I take it to be only the beginning of the game;3 and that the shot remains, every sixpence of it, to be paid yet,—this grand theatrical “success,” the wonder of surrounding flunkies, being rather a heavy item in the same. Let the Devil take care of his own!

We are doing tolerably well here, in the idle way:4 I have discovered new bathing ground; new exquisite paths in the woods (the walk by the sea-side to Burntisland5 is unique!)—and had a nice ride by accident in Donibristle Park this evg, contrary to law.6 Jane & her Cuddy perform satisfactorily too; and today at length even Strawberries I seem to have lost my pencil on the beach today; and that is the only misfortune. Weather, all but one hour of it, dry.

Tomorrow I think of going to Fergus tomorrow;7 Jane is to be gigged to Auchtertool tomorrow (stays overnight, goes at 2 p. m.); I think of calling as I come home, and taking tea.8 If you cd come on Saturday again! I should be very glad,—and wd take 10/ worth of (Postage) stamps from you,—as well as all the news you have. Do if you can!— I read yesternight in the Dumfries Paper of a “Wm Clow9 near Birrens”10 killed on the Caledonian Railway: is not that Rob's (and Jenny's) Brother,11 poor soul! Also of one Wm Lockhart much hurt by a blast of powder in Blacketrig Quarry?12— Come if you can! Yours ever / T. C.