The Collected Letters, Volume 27


TC TO W. S. LANDOR ; 12 January 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520112-TC-WSL-01; CL 27: 12


5. Cheyne Row, Chelsea 12 jany, 1852—

My dear Sir,

By this same post there comes a Copy of a poor little Book I have lately published; which I beg you to accept (without words) as a mute token of my loyalty. “Without words,” I say; for is not Rowland Hill's conveyance,1 with this double bond upon it, sure; and does not silence say better all that can be said in such a case? I expressly charge you to answer nothing (provided the Book do come), till the good hour when we meet again.2

I have never seen you since that morning from the top of the Omnibus, while you did gallantly the last duties of hospitality to my poor carpetbag and me, in a way memorable enough; and waved me your good-b'ye,—leaving an impression on me not to be effaced, which I reckon among my possessions henceforth. Long life to such a man!— It will give me real pleasure to see you again; and I beg very much you will not neglect me quite when you next come to Town as I think you sometimes do.

And so, wishing not “happy” New years but worthy ones; and continuance of [illi] robur et aes triplex circa pectus3 to all brave men in such a Donnybrook4 I remain always,

Yours most sincerely

T. Carlyle