The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO [JAMES DODDS?] ; 11 June 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410611-TC-JADO-01; CL 13: 148


Chelsea, 11 June, 1841—

My dear Sir,

I am glad to find you installed at last in your Edinburgh Workshop; resolute to work steadfastly along there.1 Persist in that course, like a courageous man, compacted into manful effort, manful endurance; and you cannot fail of some success,—of an invaluable success. Silence I think will perhaps profit you, wise Silence as much as wise Speech; and be the harder problem of the two. Remember always that the strength of a man is measured by the weight he will carry, and keep advancing under! If he do actually use his strength in that way, then it is infallible that he must advance.——— You speak rightly about your poverty: never mind poverty; you will be thankful for it one day. Nor are your sufferings, past or present, without value, if you will be wise. Suffering usually befals a man according to his openness—for suffering as for other things: sufferings like your own are not peculiar to you; and all suffering is but battle, the element and possibility of victory which is blessed! No smoke, as I often say, but is verily capable of being made into fire,—if one will burn his own smoke! which all of us ought to do!—

Sir William Hamilton2 is probably still in Town; probably still remembers me; there are few better men in Edinburgh, or in any other place, whom I have known. If you take that card, and present yourself, some day, he will receive you; will consult about Books &c. By this post I write a Note to him, announcing that you will probably call.

Edinburgh used to be called a cold unfriendly3 place. Be your own friend; and fear nothing——— Bidding you heartily Good Speed,

Yours always truly, /

T. Carlyle