January-October 1859

The Collected Letters, Volume 35


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 3 October 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18591003-TC-JAC-01; CL 35: 223-224


Chelsea, Monday 3 octr, 1859

My dear Brother,

Friday at Alderley—when I wrote, was a day that wd have done honour to Annandale at its wettest: steady rain, and the appearance of nothing but rain past & future, all Nature in a slush. Nevertheless “Liulph” the young Stanley1 and I decided to “go out”; and did so, at a swift pace, galloping till we reached the dripping wood-avenues, whh were all calm at heart our ride continued 2 hours and more, on rapid terms, hat & mackintosh running like Niagara; but nothing getting wet except the legs:—this muddy plunge outward did me a great deal of good; and I had a much better night than the preceding one. Saturday was damp but not rainy; evidently getting drier as we drove to the Station (only 2½ miles off, instead of “5” as I had guessed it); train came up after 5 or 10 minutes, I got a carriage mostly to myself the whole way, altogether so except for a while in the middle (an old lady from Crewe to Leamington, and for a short stage 2 other females abt Walsall or Wolverhampton);2 after that, I even smoked. In short no train cd be better; and I did very well throughout (some bread & snaps3 from Mary, very useful, my drink unluckily run out); and landed here at Chelsea, safe tho’ very much confused, at 6 p.m. the predicted hour, or before it,—right glad to have the ugly job behind me. Jane was fully as well as I expected; has since slept fairly for these two nights;—and complains of nothing except an accident to Nero which [be]fel [the]4 other day. Poor Nero, a Butcher's Cart, at some sudden turn, ran over him,—over his neck, I find it was; so that the thick muscles saved him, and tho’ still “confined” or mostly so, he eats & bids fair to be round again before long.

We have beautiful bright weather; really too hot, I found it yesterday, while riding with open coat, & today I have had to lay aside my dressing gown for a jacket, up here in the garret. Garret, thanks to Larkin,5 is raintight, brillt even as an apartt: nothing now wrong there. But as to the work—eheu [alas]. I am shovelling off rubbish all this week, next week I begin, Heaven help me!6 I got yr letter this morning; was interested to hear of the Jamies young & elder;7 God bless & recompense all the true hearts I found there!— Yours ever T. Carlyle