TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE; 29 June 1832; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18320629-TC-AC-01; CL 6:180-181.
TC TO ALEXANDER CARLYLE
Craigenputtoch, Friday / 29th June, 1832—
My Dear Brother,
Peter1 volunteers to take anything down with him; and I will not let him go without a little Line for you. I had some thoughts of sending your money by him; but have forborne, as I hope to bring it in my own hand before we be much older: if you need it in the interim, it will be a pity; but I hope not.
There was no Examiner this week; so I have written the Scotsbrig people that you will let them have the Courier when their visitors arrive there, which I suppose will be at least as soon as the usual time for the Newspaper. If my London man do not perform better, I must take some new course with it.
Your Note with the Scotsbrig inclosure got hither that same night; greatly to our satisfaction, to learn that all was well with you. With us too, as Peter will explain, Craigenputtoch ‘stands where it did’;2 with little change—except that there is a considerable Peat-stack now happily added to its other edifices. The fuel is good stuff, and was well got in.
Jane is complaining still; yet undoubtedly in the way of mending. I myself, as you understand, have been the busiest man since we parted; writing what I could: am now in the very heart of it; and think other ten days will show me daylight on the farther side; at all events two weeks: so that, say in three weeks, you are most likely to see me in Annandale again. If Jane come with me, we will make for Catlinns first.— I have the old still existence, which you know so well here; am quite quiet with it, and happy enough while I am busy. If little good, neither does much evil come to ruffle our solitude: let us be thankful. This is my workshop, where there is room for my Toolbench to stand, and let me work a little: the Earth can yield no man any more than this same thing, better or worse in some small degree.— I have never got eye on M'Adam3 since I wrote; and know not, at this moment, whether he is within the four seas, or perhaps gone to the Continent ‘with beass’,4—tho' that is not likely. Let him and his ‘Plea’ go their gate, in the meanwhile: they will not for long go to ruinous lengths. I find him a very harmless neighbour; the best I could expect, as often for whole weeks I can forget that he exists at all.— Th[e] grey mare gives complete satisfaction: a most ge[ntle] Beast; comes to be caught when you go for it; refuses no kind of work, will soon be a quite superior rider, agrees with its grass, and troubles no one. So that your journey for me to Longtown5 was not labour in vain; but will often come gratefully to remembrance.— There is no word from Jack; but such may come soon: I think he must be lying by till he have heard from me; in which case we may wait two weeks yet.— Send me up a ‘scrape of a pen’ by Peter: how you are (little Jean included), what you are doing. I could have you a few larchsticks6 ready directly, if you could come for them. God bless you, dear Brother!— Ever your affectionate— T. Carlyle—
The Corn Law Rhymes Article has gone to Press, and a pithy thing it is. I will try what I can to get you specially a copy. This on Goethe, I fear, will be worth little.