TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE; 19 June 1827; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18270619-TC-AC-01; CL 4:232-233.
TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE
21 Comley Bank, Tuesday [19 June 1827].
My Dear Alick——Not without some difficulty I have contrived to raise the wind; and here you have a receipt for another Hundred Pounds, which as I understand it, you have only to present at the office of the British Linen Company Bank, and indorse (I suppose with your own name, but they will direct you at the Bank, for perhaps there is no indorsation needed), in order to get the cash paid down to you. … On the whole the place must before all things be stocked; so I think you ought to proceed forthwith to the outlay (in cattle, etc.) of this sum; at least so soon as you see any right opportunity at Bucklivie1 or elsewhere. …
If you want a little more money for that purpose, I think I can still command it even on the spur of the instant: but unless these hills be a better bargain than I wot of, you will not need much more, I think, immediately.
I grieve to think that the House must be standing untouched, and the season so rapidly hastening away. I am making what speed I can; and I think by the end of next week I shall be about ready for meeting you, perhaps shall have already met you. …
I reckon myself about half done with this Jean Paul Friedrich Richter; which I regret to say, pleases me only indifferently the length it is gone. So soon as it is done I shall have nothing more to detain me; unless perhaps the correcting of the proofs, which however can be sent after me. This is not to be the great “Article”;2 which does not follow till next Number of the Review. We had a call from Jeffrey the other day, in person; one of the daintiest little fellows in this country. I will describe him at large when we meet. …
Will you write to me as soon as possible, and at full length: we shall want much to hear from you before setting out for the South; and much is to be considered which I have no time for considering. Employ your own head and hand, my good Alick, and get us nicely through these entanglements. I think there is no danger of our speculation [not] prospering. I often wish I were at the Craig even now; for living here, I do not think I shall ever be healthy. Perhaps I shall never be healthy anywhere; but at all events I will try all things; never cease “though I should go to Jerusalem seeking health, and die by the road!”3— Courage! Courage!— Present my best brotherly affection to Mary, of whom I hear so much good; write to me the first hour you have leisure “a broad letter.”4— Believe me always, your true Brother,