TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 18 May 1830; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18300518-TC-JAC-01; CL 5:100-101.
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
[Craigenputtoch, 18 May 1830]
Dear Jack— It is midnight, and I am as tired as man need be; so take one line, and be thankful. We expected a Letter last Wednesday; but none came, not even a Newspaper: perhaps tomorrow we shall prosper better.1 Are you well, Jack? If so all is well. They (Ma[r]y and Alick) are going to Scotsbrig tomorrow (or rather Mary is only for Dumfries, I believe), and I was to have gone with them; but am too bilious, and will rather rest a day first. I have the next volume to begin, in a week; and must work, work.— We had a Letter from Goethe,2 which I meant to copy for you, but have not had a moment.
Alas! Alas! Our poor Aunt Jenny (Mrs Currie)3 died this day week, to the great grief and alarm of us all. Jemmy and Mary who were coming hither from Scotsbrig, were just for alighting and entering her poor but hospitable hut, when news met them that she had ceased to breathe a few minutes before. The disease lay in the bowels; a total suspension of all functions, and six or seven Doctors could do nothing. I could greet [weep] when I think of many things: but what would it avail?— Ever Your's,