TC TO THOMAS MURRAY ; 12 January 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410112-TC-TM-01; CL 13: 13-14
TC TO THOMAS MURRAY
Chelsea, 12 jany, 1841
Yesterday, after some delays at Sea as I suppose, your Book-parcel arrived; a most welcome advent; for which many thanks. I will be careful of your Baillie; I expect great good from the Book; it threatened otherwise to prove unattainable here. The Bannatyne people, I perceive, are reprinting it; if they would make a cheap edition for sale, the favour were still greater.
Already I have read your Rutherford: a really meritorious work in its department; full of accurate extensive research, presented in the most lucid manner. I have read it with real satisfaction. The Miss Craig too, whoever she is or was, that did that Bushy-Bield,—thank her for me! The ancient peat-reeky mansion, with its door-porch, its louping-on stane [mounting-stone], its weathered windowless walls, sheltered under the scraggy Hill,—it is an authentic piece of poor old Scotland, infinitely touching to one here!1
Have you among your Books, Scots Presbyterian Eloquence, Magapico, Naphtali?2 The latter I have never seen, and perhaps can hope almost nothing from; the two former I have seen, and could by some very convenient opportunity look at again. But indeed I have not yet tried here whether they are attainable. Pray take no trouble about them, in the mean while—
If your Mr Simpson still persist in his candidateship,3 would it not be well to have certain of his Testimonials printed; a copy distributed to each of the Committee &c? I am not sure but he has a better chance now than formerly; Cochrane seems very likely to withdraw. Had Mr Simpson been a London man, the odds might have lain in his favour at present. If he can get anybody to testify that he has an expertness for business, skill in buying books, getting them bound &c &c—it might serve him considerably.
Or perhaps you judge it wiser not to speak with Mr S. at all about this, or involve him farther in expence with such chance of disappointment? I cannot say that this were unwise.
Good b'ye, dear Murray. My pen is of the worst; my haste great.
With many thanks, with many kind remembrances and wishes,
Yours always truly / T. Carlyle