The Collected Letters, Volume 11


TC TO THOMAS STORY SPEDDING ; 9 June 1839; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18390609-TC-TSS-01; CL 11: 126-127


Chelsea, 9th June, 1839—

My dear Sir,

You are very kind to remember me again as the season comes round. I have never forgiven myself for the failure of last year.1 Both my Wife and I are resolute for Keswick on this occasion; so promising a partie quarrée [carré: a foursome] as might establish itself there is worth some effort. If we go Northward at all (which seems much the likeliest course), it shall decidedly be set about. Whether in going; while remaining; or in returning? We will warn you duly; and avoid the barren week.

My Brother wants me to come to him at Ischel2 near Vienna this year. The Americans want me to go across the Atlantic, and lecture to them on things in general. Ah me! I should be very well where I am, if my nerves were but made of clock-tharm.3 But they are not. One acquires a velocity here like that of the Brummagem grinding-stones, when, with too swift turning, they explode, and fly off into a whirl-wind of sand!

Pray offer Mrs Spedding our united kind regards, our wish and hope to be better acquainted with her.4 I calculate on writing to you more precisely before long; and am always,

My dear Sir, / Yours very sincerely,

T. Carlyle.