TC TO ARCHIBALD GLEN; 13 December 1833; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18331213-TC-AG-01; CL 7:50-51.
TC TO ARCHIBALD GLEN
Craigenputtoch, 13th Decr 1833
My Dear Sir,
Your Letter1 of Wednesday gone a week did arrive in due season; and, I need not say, was read with much interest. It might have struck me that some direct affirmative answer to such a Letter would be agreeable and reassuring to you: but I too hastily judged that it was only in case of “inconvenience” you would expect one; the rather as you spoke of writing again, should anything postpone your journey;—the rather too, I may add, as we have no completely regular post-day (for writing) except the Tuesday, which would have been too late for you. Fancying accordingly that Silence was an affirmative Answer (if you also kept Silence), I had Rob Austin, our faithful Errand-boy and riding Factotum, appointed hither this morning, to go down with the Gig to Dunscore, and wait for you there. But your Second Letter has now come; so Rob, instead, will ride to Moniaive or Allanton with this, which I hope will make all clear.
Come to us, then, with perfect freedom; either on Saturday or Tuesday, or whenever it best suits you. Consider that if we could be so happy as contribute in any measure to poor William's recovery, it were in the strictest sense a pleasure and a duty for us. Feel that it is to Friends you are coming; to such a home as Friends find open for them. Mr Lamond2 also shall be most welcome to us: he may be very useful in such an expedition.
In coming from Moniaive, I thank you should advise your Carman, who probably is not well acquainted with the road hither, to drive by Drumwhirn, rather than by Loch Orr Farm and Shillingland: both roads are miserably circuitous; but the former scarcely more than the latter, and it has the advantage of being tolerably smooth and altogether safe, which in night-time the other hardly is. Or if your man know nothing about Drumwhirns, and Shillinglands, direct him thus: to drive along as if for Castle Douglas, till you reach (a little past that same Drumwhirn) the cross-road with its Bridge of Orr,3 which you and I drove; along the Glaister Hillside, that morning; the rest of the details you yourself will know. Drumwhirn is a white farm-house, on your right hand, alone among the Moors, some 7 miles from Moniaive: the Crossroad is perhaps a furlong farther, and leads of course to the left: when you come to what you think it, drive on some thirty yards farther, and you will find the real IT: the first was a failure and mistake of the roadmen, and will not lead you upon the Bridge,—tho' indeed the turning back is no great matter.
We shall not know whether to reckon upon Saturday night or Tuesday. However, from the chances of delay, and the short time now to work on, I think Tuesday the more probable. And so Good Speed, and Luck by the Way! Mrs Carlyle joins me in all kind wishes.
Ever Affectionately, /