candlestick

January-October 1859


The Collected Letters, Volume 35


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JWC TO TC ; 24 September 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18590924-JWC-TC-01; CL 35: 215-216


JWC TO TC

5 Cheyne Row Chelsea [24 September 1859]

All right— I arrived soon after five last evening; having lost neither my head nor my luggage— But my tiredness! Heaven knows what it would have been had I come all the way at once! For each half of the journey was as much as I could bear!

I got little sleep at York but no shame to Mrs Scawen1 For my bed proved most comfortable, not a “small Being” molested me of any sort— And the quietness was wonderful!— Except that several times during the night the Railway whistle seemed to fill my room; there wasn't a sound!— It was merely the tumult of my own blood that kept me waking.

On the whole this first experience of an Inn has been most encouraging—for I had every comfort and the “chaarge” was moderate— I had tea with plenty of cream, muffins and eggs; a tumbler of white wine negus and toast for supper; a breakfast quite sumptuous; whole roast fowl (cold) a tongue, eggs &c— I had as many coals in my bedroom as kept the fire in all night, a pair of candles that I burnt down—and for all this, with beautiful rooms and a well aired bugless bed, I was cha-arged just 9/ and 2d

I find “the work” here far advanced—all the floors scrubbed and the carpets down—Mrs Southam having helped Charlotte who was “dreadful tired” and afraid of your coming before she was ready.

The Blind Carpenter “Mr French”2 was in the fact of putting up your bed when I arrived—which did NOT till then “stand in the old place” having been taken down to cheat the bugs—

Mr Larkin went to the Station3 to meet me but we failed to meet—however I managed well enough— He has just been here and says the horse was well two days ago and has a very good stable and every attention at Silvesters. Charlotte was very frightened that the Princes4 horse might have “some bad complaint,” as the people said on board it was ill—and to see the Prince's groom giving our horse water and corn “out of the same dishes which the other horse had used” alarmed her so much that she went to Silvester's after her arrival and begged him to “give the horse some physic in case of his catching anything”—!!!

Mrs Gilchrist and then Mrs Royston5 and then Mr Larkin have been here to ask for me—and there isn't a decent pen in the house—and the ink is thick and my head is quite confused and my hand quite shakey

I dont feel to have got any cold—indeed the air is mild and warm here—quite different from what I left at Haddington

Excuse all this horror of blots &c I really couldnt make a better of it.

Yours ever JWC6

a dreadful blunder—I will page the rest7

I took henbane last night—and got hardly any sleep nevertheless and so——!