The Collected Letters, Volume 11


TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 9 May 1839; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18390509-TC-JF-01; CL 11: 97


Chelsea, Thursday [9 May 1839]—

My dear Sir,

We have got the Morning Chronicle at last; and read the Report,1 which my Wife is determined to clip out and keep. It is a Report worthy of praise, thanks and wonder; looks infinitely better than the poor Lecture itself could pretend to do: and has been made by some art I for one am altogether a stranger to. The “mistakes” I think are for most part altogether in my favour; in short the whole matter is kind and good. If there appear any more, I will be sturdy-beggar enough to ask you farther either to send us notice of it the night before, that we may apply to our Newsman here in time; or, what would be still better, if it were possible, direct some Newsman to forward us a copy payable on delivery. I find if you do not apply for a Newspaper near the hour of its publication, you lose the faculty of ever getting it at all in this Babylon,—by any plan hitherto discoverable by me.

Your anecdote of Cromwell's last moments is touching, and full of significance. I did hope to use it yesterday,2 but (by the inexorable clock-hand) was obliged to omit both it and innumerable other things. It were no task at all to speak if one had time at command. But the time is a condition I have never yet got master of.

Peel, somebody tells me, is come in, and all the Conservatives at his back.3 À la bonne heure [Well and good]!

Believe me always / Faithfully Yours

T. Carlyle

I have a heap of your Books here, ready most of them for being sent back; but wait a[l]ways in the hope that some carriage will be driving in your direction before long.