The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO MARY RICH ; 21 June 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410621-TC-MRI-01; CL 13: 159-160


Chelsea, 21 june, 1841

Dear Mrs Rich,

Do you think your Sister, Mrs R. Mackintosh,1 has got a Copy of Emerson's Essays which she could lend me for a while? I am about reprinting the Book, with a little Preface, for our English market; in which operation a complete copy to lie beside me will naturally prove desirable. Of our two copies, which we lately had, one is gone to be torn up by the Printer, and the other is lent to French Rio, whom, as he had decided to read it “four times over,” there was no refusing!2 Failing Mrs M., John Sterling has a copy, which I think I can get with some difficulty. Nay, if need were, I might contrive to dispense with such accommodation altogether.

We hope now we have got a house in Scotland in my birthland; very cheap, commodious, tolerably solitary, yet within reach of my kindred and of most of the North-Country people I care about. It is close by a place called Annan; final news of the bargain being struck are expected this week. Do you know the Scotch song:

“Where will our goodman lie,
Where will our goodman lie,
Where will our goodman lie
Till he shoot o'er the simmer?
Up amang the hen-balks, the hen-balks
Up amang the hen-balks,
Amang the rotten timmer!”3

Let us be thankful, therefore, and take sweetly to our roost, such as it is.

Yours ever truly /

T. Carlyle