The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 18 February 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500218-TC-JF-01; CL 25: 29


Chelsea, Monday [18 February 1850]

Dear Forster,—A thousand thanks for this gracious Assyrian Tobacco, which has agreeably astonished my mind;—of which I will straightway smoke a pipe, in honour of you, before going out into the Sun! Many thanks to the brave Forster; and may his shadow never be less!

I have not the smallest thought of quitting these Pamphlets, if I keep any life in me at all, till I have fired about twelve cannon-salvos (redhot balls occasionally) thro' the infinite Dungheap which the English Universe seems to me to consist of at present: in this way I may hope to riddle the big Abomination a very little, and perhaps shew the eternal daylight thro' it here and there, to good eyes. To such it may be a kind of service. To myself it will certainly be unspeakable deliverance for some time;—and that is all I bargain for, O Heaven could I but get that! But the liver says, “You sha'n't, you—!” many things say mournfully, “You sha'n't! Your story will never get itself told so that men can understand it, you poor wretch!”— We must try, we must try.—

I wrote to you last night about some triviality in the Polemical-Press line; Rowland Hill will bring it you before dinner.— — Again I ask, is there no hope of you this night at the “Noble Heart”?

Poor Nina Macready,1 poor Macreadys altogether! My Wife will be very sad at your news from that quarter.

Well; if you won't come and see us— But you will by and by. Pray for us at any rate.

Yours ever /

T. Carlyle