GRACE WELSH TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE; 3 November 1834; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18341103-GW-MAC-01; CL 7:330-332.
GRACE WELSH TO MARGARET A. CARLYLE
[3 November 1834]
My dear Mrs Carlyle
Though dear Jeanie said I was to send her no Jam—still upon reflection—I dont see but her mothers sweets may be as acceptable in London as at Craigenputtock. Therefore I herewith send a Box of them to your care, which Mr Alex will have the goodness to address, and ship with the other articles— I have never ceased blaming myself for not asking you to let me know how you got home and stood your journey—for your visit was so speedily accomplished, that it is more like a dream than a reality your having been here—but now that you know the height and length of Templand I hope you will ere long return and remain with me till you are hefted [settled]—
I had a kind note from Mrs Aitken1 yesterday wherein she tells me wee Jenny2 has left her and gone to her Sister Mary3—who has also given you another care—when4 I was glad to hear both Mother & Child were doing well—but sorry that Jenny had not made out her visit to Templand before she took her departure—but when she is of less consequence—I hope to see you both—you would soon feel yourselves quite at home—at least it would be my wish that you did so— I was right happy to hear from Jane also that our Bairns5 mean to visit us in Summer— May God so will it—
Jane6 sent a beautiful shawl which I think much of—and much more of her attention yet I could have wished she had not been so——foolish—shall I call it? in spending her money so idly—but I feel not the less gratified by it— I have not heard from London since the day you were here7—but am looking daily for a long letter— I had a letter from my Brother8 last week, his Leg is now quite well— When the Butter is ready—but I am in no hurry—(for I mean myself to eat it fresh as long as I can get it) you can send it by Andrew Watson—and please send the price along with it— I hope your Son and his young Wife9 are in the full enjoyment of health and happiness, remember me to him—and also to Mr Alex and to whom say the sooner he drives you back—the more welcome both— When you see Mary give her my kind compliments and joy of her wee thing
We have had dreadful stormy weather of late—and this night I think is the most fearful of all—so nervous it has made [me] that I hardly know what I am writing— It would be heard [sic] to say whether [it] was wind or thunder or chuckie stones [small pebbles]—pity [torn off] them that are [torn off]
I hope to hear from you soo[n and] with every good wish for yourself & f[amily]
Believe me dear Mrs Carly[le] / Yours Sincerely
A stray letter from Mrs Welsh to my Mother; whh, so kindly, good and characteristic is it, I cannot but preserve as elucidative of her and the scene then alive with us all. My Mother had been on visit to Templand; once there [I well enough remember to have known: scratched out] she was, and beautifully treated (nay we heard of “some pious aspiratn to have her there for altogr, and to live in Bessie-Bell & Mary-Gray10 fashion); but whether there ever was an actual second visit, I don't now know. Right kind, generous, affectionate, in many points right noble, was this mother of my Jeannie's,—and much loved by her, tho' not quite easy to live with in detail!— — I date by mere guess: it must have been short while before Mrs Welsh's Death (26 feby 1842);—but in looking closer I am not sure that the year cd be ‘1841’?—might inquire of Sister Mary: but except to satisfy myself, what use is it?