TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE; 2 April 1828; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18280402-TC-JWC-01; CL 4:351-352.
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
[2 April 1828]
Your sad Messenger is just arrived. I had again been cherishing Hopes, when the day of Hope was clean gone. Compose yourself, my beloved Wife, and try to feel that the great Father is Good, and can do nothing wrong, inscrutable and stern as his ways often seem to us. Surely, surely there is a Life beyond Death; and that gloomy Portal leads to a purer and an abiding Mansion.— Suffering Angel!— But she is now free from suffering; and they whom she can no longer watch over are alone to be deplored.
It seems uncertain to me whether I can be aught but an encumbrance at Templand: yet I feel called to hasten towards you, at this so trying moment. I mean to set out for Dumfries (and order mournings), and be with you some time tonight. I am almost lamed for riding; so that it may be rather late (eight or nine o'clock) before I can arrive.
My Mother is here; and bids me, with tears in her eyes, send you her truest love, and prayers that God may sanctify to you this heavy stroke. The World, she says, is a Lie; but God is a Truth, and His Goodness abideth forever.
May He keep and watch over my Beloved One! I am always,
Her affectionate, /
Craigenputtock, Wednesday Morning (noon.)