October 1845-July 1846

The Collected Letters, Volume 20


TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD ; 19 January 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460119-TC-EF-01; CL 20: 102-103


Chelsea, 19 jany, 1846—

Dear Fitzgerald,

You see you are not to get off. Here are the Two Leaves on Naseby;1 and as you are, in small matters and in great, a friend to light and correctness, and an enemy to darkness and error,—I will bid you rectify the phraseology in that bit of printing till, if it cannot convey the right impression, it at least convey no wrong one to the uninstructed reader. There!— — And as the Printer is coming on, you may as well lose no time about it. For the rest, as I have another Copy of the Leaves here, do not mind how you blot these,— correct them at large, and at your ease (explaining to me what you mean): I will adopt what of your suggestions is adoptable, and send it to the Printer in my own shape, on a difft paper.

These ‘new Letters’ and botherations are really very distressing to me: intrinsically hardly of any importance;2—yet requiring to be adopted, in some Appendix if not elsewhere;—requiring me to plunge again into those hateful Abysses, now when my coat was all brushed, and I had sat down to smoke a pipe in peace!—

How do you like the Corn-law aspects? I live here in a profound seclusion from all strife in the matter; but do honestly wish, for the sake of the Aristocracy itself, our ‘noble’-men would without more noise quit forever that beggarly position they have taken up.— Cobden says, if they do not, he in a year's time, he and the huge ready-money Cotton-men will fling them on their back and wrench the power from their hands forever and a day!3 I believe it; and do not want to see such an issue.—

By the bye is old Davy living, excellent old man! Can he tell me anything about a ‘Sir John Burgoyne Bart’; to whom Cromwell writes on the 10 April 1643, as to a Commander for the Parlt somewhere in the Eastern Association? A Bedfordshire man, I believe; Father of Sir Roger do: both of them “recruiters” to the Long Parlt—otherwise to me dark as night.4 Ask the noble old Davy, if you can or dare

Yours ever truly /

T. Carlyle