January-July 1843

The Collected Letters, Volume 16


TC TO CAROLINE FOX ; 9 January 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430109-TC-CF-01; CL 16: 16


Chelsea, 9 jany, 1843—

Dear Caroline,

Thanks for your excellent news.1 We will not scold the poor fellow much,—at least not till he get fully well again.

As to the Hero Verran, I wish you to understand that, at such a distance, and with such friends' eyes close on the very scene, I cannot presume to form any farther judgement of his interests, but will leave them altogether to the eyes and hearts of said friends. Do, therefore, what seems to you wisest.— Perhaps if there be, as it seems there is, in Verran's personal neighbourhood, a good discerning man, who will take charge of this £20,2 to do his best therewith for the poor Miner's behoof,—it will be wise, in several ways, to give it up to that man at once and for altogether; saying merely: “Do thy best with it for him.” Verran may thus gain another friend, and occasional guide and patron; which may be worth more to him than several guineas. “Twenty,” I think, is no bad result. To find twenty persons, in any locality, who reverence worth the extent of paying one pound sterling to it, is verily something in these days. Days (as I some times feel, when I reflect sorrowfully on them) altogether unexampled since the Creation of the World, in the respect! [Even the fickle Athenians did at least put Socrates to death, had a least the grace to hate him, did not merely seek to amuse themselves with him!]3 It is unutterable;—and will lead to conclusions by and by.

Meanwhile what the good Caroline has to do is happily utterable enough,—not abstruse or fearful at all! What I have to do is also, alas, too plain: namely to go about my business; and, with many wishes and salutations, vanish, as one in haste and double haste; subscribing myself cordially once more

Caroline's Friend,

T. Carlyle