The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ; 9 March 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410309-TC-RMM-01; CL 13: 53


Chelsea, 9 March, 1841—

Alas, no, dear Milnes, it is not a “milk-fever”; not a puerperal or liberperal;—indeed I know not what it is. As for milk, I never give any; and the birth, which is always the final act with me, was transacted in this case several months ago!1——— I am off on thursday morning to the Isle of Wight; to try whether green fields and the voice of the many-sounding sea will do nothing for me. At bottom I suppose it is some form of Madness. The inane braying discord of this Wen2 and its population always drives me half-mad after a certain period, and I have to run for life. I seriously think of quitting it altogether sometimes.

How delightful are these news of His Serene Highness the Incarnate-Solecism Prince Albert and our Library! Pray make my compliments, and say, It were hard to determine under what rubric the Writings in question are to be brought; but if he arrange them either as German or English, or even as Annandale-Teutonic, or as altogether of doubtful gender, it will do well enough.3 You may remember me also to Mrs Incarnate-Solecism,4 if there be any opportunity. My authentic Milnes! Or may I not address you: “Villain, no more! Draw and defend thyself!”———

Do you take any interest in a certain diabolic or quasi-diabolic Novel called Cecil?5 If you could shew me a copy of it here before tomorrow night, I would take it to Wight with me, read it, and tell you what my malediction on it were. / Yours always, you villain! / T. Carlyle