April 1848-March 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 23


TC TO JAMES MARSHALL ; 10 July 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480710-TC-JMA-01; CL 23: 67-68


Chelsea, 10 july, 1848—

My dear Sir,

Dr Weissenborn is so extremely polite, and you are so urgent, what can I do but at once satisfy you about that tremendous matter!1 The small Schiller Box was left here by a City Carrier, some four evenings ago; and the money given out for it, as I learn, was seven shillings net; of which sum, I suppose, some six might be the portion due for sea-conveyance, the maximum that could have lain on your shoulders. Pray accept the money to that extent from Dr Weissenborn; and write to me that you have given it to the first poor fahrende Schuler [traveling scholar], or other meritorious indigent Son of Adam that may present himself to you at Weimar; and therewith shall our account be handsomely settled.

I will farther commission you to thank Dr Weissenborn with all cordiality on my part, till I have time more explicitly to do it myself: say that his valuable Gift, an authentic memorial of literary piety, involving Schiller, him and me is duly valued here, and shall be held in careful keeping, and excite many kind remembrances among us. The little model is admirably contrived, for explaining itself, for authenticating itself: nothing had gone wrong in it at all, except two of the little feet, which a touch of glue has already put wholly to rights again; and now, under a respectable glass bell, the little monument, defended from dust and profane fingers, is to stand safe, and be held long in honour, we may hope.

Eckermann's Parcel has not yet reached me; but will, I may expect, before long. I shall be very glad indeed to get sight of it. Let me also hope to learn authentically what has become of the Faust Ms. we had here; of which I have heard nothing certain since you left us.2

Your Letter, if you will take a big sheet and write it full on any set of topics, especially Weimar topics, cannot but be welcome to me. It has been long promised: please to remind yourself of that, the first good hour that comes.

I have just returned from a visit to Stonehenge in the Wiltshire Downs, with a certain Transatlantic Friend, R. W. Emerson, who, after some months' sojourn in these parts, is on the point of turning homewards again. A man of genius and worth in his American way; somewhat moonshiny here and there in the Results he arrives at, but beautiful in speculation if you leave practice out,—in fact a kind of modern-antique “American Gymnosophist,” for whom we are bound to be thankful. He and his affairs keep me very busy this day: so without more writing, except to offer my kind regards to Eckermann, and best thanks to Dr Weissenborn above, I subscribe myself, with true remembrances from both parties here,

Yours sincerely /

T. Carlyle

Forster is well, and shall have your Message, which will be pleasant to him