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Search - Letters And Memorials Of Jane Welsh Carlyle - Vol II.

Letters And Memorials Of Jane Welsh Carlyle Vol II
Author: Thomas Carlyle

LETTERS AND MEMORIALS OF JANE WELSH - 1883 -. Chelsea Thursday, Sept. 16, 1847. Here are three notes for you, dear and I canllot send them without a few lines from myself, tllough up to the ears in my curtains. If I llrtcl vaited patiently a few llours longer yesterday, I n igllt have sparecl you a shreming. Tour nice long letter came in the eve... more »ning and before that, I had also seen John, and been favoured with a reading of your letter to him. I could llave found in my heart to box llis ears, when I found it been in his pocliet since Monday night, and I only told of it then, at three oclock on Wednesday, atter my remonstrance was gone to the post-office. IIe clicl not seem to consider nly impatience in the meanwhile of the sli c 7 h test c onsequence. In fact, he is, for t-he VOL. 11. B Letters and Memorials of moment, a miserable wretch, lost in proof-sheets. He reminds me of the grey chicken at Craigenputtock, that went about for six weeks cackling over its first egg. If everybody held such a racket over his book as he, over this Dante of his, the world would be perfectly uninhabitable. But he comes seldom, and has always to c take the road again in a few minutes, so I manage to endure the cackling with a certain stoicism. Nothing has happened to me since yesterday, except that in the evening I was startled, almost terrified, by a knock at the door. It was Fuz I had written to him about G. s 2 m anuscript, and he answered my note in person, by return of post. I had expected c a gentle and free passage of pennies, extending through, perhaps, a fortnight, before a meeting actually came off. He seemed very strong-hearted for the reading, which could not, however, be commenced last night, for he had to att, end the sale of Shakspeares house but on Sunday evening, by all that was sacred, we would fall to in earnest, trusting in God that on that night he should find me in good voice. Meanwhile, c were there any books-anything on earth-I wished He would send Henry to-day. He stayed only half-anhour-very fat l Lost in statisticqsa d old Sterling, of a. certain philosopher here. Geraldine. Jane Velsh Carlyle. 3 This morning a still greater terror struck into me when a carriage stopped at the door while I was sitting at breakfast in my dressing-gown. It was Anthony Sterling on his way froin Headley. He did not offer at coming in merely sent the servant to ask if I would be at home in the afternoon. I am glad he is coining, for I will get him to send me his painter, the one who was to bring me an estimate having never returned. I walked up to the Library yesterday to get myself, if possible, something to read. White Owl expected to-day library c too bad for anything officials mortal drunk, or worseovertaken with incurable idiocy Not a book one could touch without getting oneself made filthy. L expressed my horror of the scene, and was answered Are you aware, maarn, of the death of Mrs. Cochrane I brought away the last four numbers of Vanity Fair, and read one of them in bed, dur-ing the night. Very good, indeed, beats Dickens out of the world. halmersis now raising brick fabrics-perfectly incomprehensible in their me ning hitherto2-in front of his house. 3 I told old John and the other work men, yesterday, that there was no longer a doubt that they had all gone perfec, tly deranged. John Poor old Cochrane, our first librarian of London Library, and essentially the builder and architect there. The only real bibliographer I have ever met with in Britain. 2 Turned out to be a porch md pillars. Then No. 4, Cheyne Row...

ISBN-13: 9781408615867
ISBN-10: 140861586X
Publication Date: 1/31/2008
Pages: 404
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