TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 17 August 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18590817-TC-JAC-01; CL 35: 169
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Auchtertool, 17 Augt, 1859
My dear Brother,—I am pretty much on my legs again. Yesterday I staid quiet under the rain, busy with a Prussian Book; “dined” on a zambaio (if that is the name of the almost imaginary quantity); then went out in the evg on a long ride, almost to Kinghorn1 &c. Supper of porridge, and a good night's sleep (the first I have yet had here, or nearly so) followed these operatns. Today I am for Aberdour and a bathe, if the weather hold up at all.
I answer Spedding,2 that Jane is out of the question; that, as to me, I am about coming south, and that in a fortnight or so, he shall be answered.— I rather fear there will nothing come of the scheme at present: visits, with their need of new march-routes, and the endless bother, do not suit me at present. I shd like much to be off from the Linlathan busss itself,3 if I handsomely could.
The Postman, to whom I spoke today, says you have only to address “Auchtl, Kirkcaldy” (no “Post-Office” or other adjunct), and that the Parcel will be immediately delivered to him;4—nay the day after tomorrow, he will demand it at the Railway Office, if not. Wherefore, on these terms, despatch, pray, and we will wash our hands of that small busss.
The Saty Review is remarkably shallow & barren, when one pierces thro’ the trenchant & conceited airs it gives itself:—I despatch always to Jamie junr, after a cursory perusal. The Examr is not better,—nor very percepibly5 worse. Vanitas vanitatum [vanity of vanities]. I had a damp pathetic view of Edinr, yesternight, from the heights at Kinghorn,—view as if bleared by tears, while I paused for a moment before turning. Adieu, dear Brr
The Spedding cover, by help of a wafer, will serve for carrying your next Note.6 Waste nothing!—