The Collected Letters, Volume 12


TC TO DAVID AITKEN ; 8 September 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18400908-TC-DA-01; CL 12: 245-246


Chelsea, 8 Septr, 1840.

My dear Sir,

This morning, by the “Parcels Delivery Company,” there was duly put into my hand a copy of Peterkin's Booke of the Universal Kirk;1 the origin of which phenomenon, as I find by the fly-leafe of said Booke is well known to you! Every phenomenon has its origin. There are certain companies in which [it] is not very safe to speak; if you speak, none can warrant you but straightway it shall be done! I return many kind thanks. I have already taken a day's reading out of the Booke; and expect to read it all, with a pleasure increased by the way in which it comes to me.

You are in the pleasant vale of Esk by this time; or perhaps almost home at Minto. May good go with you both; and peaceful pleasant days await you among the Hills! My own movement Northward is vaguer than ever, perhaps doubtful now altogether. I am sick, the weather is cold; like Sterne's Starling, one has to say mournfully, “I can't get out!”

We unite in many kind wishes to you and Mrs Aitken. I remain always

Yours very truly /

T. Carlyle