The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO JOHN STERLING ; 27 September 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410927-TC-JOST-01; CL 13: 262-263


Chelsea, 27 Septr, 1841—

Dear Sterling,

Infinitely obliged by your Lithograph;1 which pours a flood of light for me over the error of my ways! By Heaven's mercy we shall not be lost for want of warning. Humanum est errare; Sterlingianum edocere.2

Cock-a-doodle-doo, cuck-cuck,
What an ass is Carlyle,
Stood not, on our guide-post stuck,
The invaluable Sterling!
Cock-a-doodle-doo, this, this,
This the road, ye dolts you!
Road to Nowhere not amiss,
Road to Somewhere jolts so!———

We are at Chelsea again (as you see), these five days. We hoped to see you this week; but that, it seems, is given up for a time. God forgive you your sins, and send you soon.———

Yours /

T. Carlyle