TC TO G. L. CRAIK; 20 January 1847; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18470120-TC-GLC-01; CL 21:139-140.
TC TO G. L. CRAIK
Bay House, Alverstoke, / 20 jany, 1847—
There is a young Lady Anne Charteris in this immediate neighbourhood, who has need of a certain German Book now standing on our shelves at Chelsea, if there could a man be found to take it successfully down. As usual we pitch upon you for the man:—the Book is Tieck's Phantasus, which I am afraid will cost some disagreeable minutes, but which nevertheless I doubt not you will perservere till you find.1 The Book Tieck's Werke (Tieck's Works), an extremely dim-looking Book, in 7 or 8 volumes; bound in a dirty marled green paper (pamphlet-wise merely), as unfortunately many of my German Books are;—does indubitably stand on one of the shelves in our upper room (which you know well by this time); I think it is in the compartment to the left of the fire-place when you stand looking at the fire; there is a Schiller there too, and probably there are others, all in the same dirty green paper binding: however, in looking to the inside, you will easily discover which is Tieck, and then farther what part of him is Phantasus,—some two volumes, I think, not far from the beginning.2 Pray persist till you find it; for I assure you it is there!— And then if, in whatever way is easiest for you, you would have it conveyed to
Hon. W. B. Baring / 12. Gt. Stanhope Street (Stanhope Gate) with Lady Anne Charteris's name, or our name, anywhere appended as ulterior indication,—all this before friday night: then on Saturday we should have the Book from Mr Baring in person, and all would be completed in that small department.— I confess the job does look a little complex: but unless you will do it who other has any chance?—
We got down hither handsomely enough on Monday; yesterday Mrs C. felt a little better, but today again does not brag. We are very quiet, however; have a climate rather better than yours, free from smoke at least; and really ought to improve a little. For my own there I have got more cold in the meanwhile; but mean to walk it off again.— Your wonderful Mudie Announcement lay on the table this morning;3 like a handwriting from the Fates in that behalf! Quem Deus vult perdere.4— Adieu Dear Craik
Yours ever /
[On TC's enclosed calling card:]
To Anne the servant,—if she don't know Mr Craik— Mr Craik will look for a Book and take it with him; an intimate of ours.