The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO JOHN FORSTER; 12 December 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18501212-TC-JF-01; CL 25: 306


Chelsea, 12 Decr, 1850—

Dear Forster,

Can you learn for me anything about this unfortunate creature whose Letter I inclose: is she a begging imposter; or a poor old woman of some merit endeavouring to escape the Atropos1 scissors a little longer by “Literary exertions” on those terms? The story sickens one's heart. On the whole, what is one to do; or can nothing properly be done,—except perhaps send a few shillings and say, “God help you, go”?— Tell me if you know anything or nothing, in two days. I keep the Address; not to bother you with returning the Letter itself,—which burn rather. We got home under good omens; and are not the least hurt by the pleasant evening we had. May never worse be among us!— Come soon to Chelsea again; and let us hear more of your news;—and good be ever with you, dear Forster2

Yours always truly /

T. Carlyle