The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO LADY EDDISBURY; 19 March 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500319-TC-LE-01; CL 25: 51-52


Chelsea, 19 March, 1850—

Alas, alas, dear Lady Eddisbury, we are engaged to Bath House for Saturday,—another of these fatal late dinners, the very day after yours;—and I am half dead already with the east wind, and the bother I am kept in here. Turning incessantly, like a squirrel in his cage, like a thief on his treadmill,—mounting with labour, continually, nowhither! For there are to be two “Pamphlets” next month:—and, in general, there is no rest to the wicked;1 and little to the just either, I perceive, in these climates.

Drop a tear over me, like a bountiful being as you are; and hope I shall not be so unlucky next time.

Yours ever truly /

T. Carlyle—

N.B. You are all wrong about “Xtianity”;—and if you say much more, I will send you Foxton's Book or even Froude's.2