The Collected Letters, Volume 26


TC TO JOHN CHILDS; 8 October 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18511008-TC-JCHI-01; CL 26: 197-198


Chelsea, 8 Octr, 1851—

My dear Sir,

Here are your two Documents again,1 which I am obliged to you for shewing me: there lie many reflexions in the year of these two bits of paper, sure enough, and amusement is by no means the main feeling they give one! God knows what is to become of it all;—nothing good, one may very reasonably prophesy. But speech on it is of no use: silence, in regard to this and to many other things, is rather the profitable line at present.

I did not get to Suffolk this year: I went to Malvern (to a little Water-Cure); then to Scotland, and home hither; lastly to Paris for a week; and have now got home again, thoroughly wearied, and resolute now that I have had enough of locomotion. I have done little but sleep ever since my return; for indeed I was dreadfully in arrear as to that necessary blessing,—as is my unfortunate habit whenever I venture from home. Paris is full of Balloons, Soldiers with red breeches and porringer caps (very queer-looking objects), and confused speculations about what is to happen in May next: one of the inanest scenes of noise the sun ever saw. Industry, however, does make progress; I found my surmise to be that all the clever fellows in the country were engaged hunting for money,—and that, on the whole, the CHIEF WORKER was slowly advancing to be King of France too, and wd fling his dirty rabble of stump-orators, statesmen, literators &c &c, one day, into the river out of his road. So be it!— Come and see me when you are in Town.—— Yours always truly

T. Carlyle