candlestick

July 1836-December 1837


The Collected Letters, Volume 9


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TC TO JANET CARLYLE HANNING; 8 July 1836; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18360708-TC-JCHA-01; CL 9:5-6.


TC TO JANET CARLYLE HANNING

Chelsea, 8th July, Friday, 1836.

Dear Jenny,—I write you a few words in the greatest haste, with a worthy Mr. Gibson1 even talking to me all the while; but I must write, for there is not a post to lose, and I think the news will not be unwelcome to you.

Jane is getting ill again in this fiercely hot weather, and I have persuaded her to go home for a month to her mother. She is going by Manchester, and you. Off some time tomorrow (Saturday), and will be in your town, we calculate, on Sunday, and hopes to sleep in your house that night. This is the news. Now we know not as yet by what coach she will come, or at what hour and what Inn she will arrive, but this Mr. Gibson, who has undertaken to go out and search over the city for the suitablest vehicle, and to engage a seat in that for her, will take this letter in his pocket. He, having engaged the seat, will mark the name of it on the outside (where see). I judge farther that this letter will reach you on Saturday evening or next morning soon, so that there will be time. The rest you will know how to do without telling. I think Robert, if he be not altered from what he was, will succeed in meeting the tired wayfarer as she steps out, which will be a great comfort to her. She calculates on being at full liberty to sit silent with you, or to sit talking, to lie down on the bed, to do whatsoever she likes best to do, and to be in all senses at home as in her own home. There are few houses in England that could do as much for her. I think she would like best to be— “well let alone.”

Next day, or when once right rested, Robert will conduct her to the Liverpool Railway, and give her his “Luck by the road”; after which she has but a little whirl, a little sail,—by the force of steam both ways,—and is at Templand or Annan. She will tell you all our news and get all yours, so I need not add another word. Did you get a frank that I sent you some months ago? Did you ever send even a newspaper since? Jane has half a thought that she may find the Doctor and our mother with you. All good wishes to your Goodman.

Yours, my dear Jenny, affectionately,

T. Carlyle.