The Collected Letters, Volume 27


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 27 March 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520327-TC-JAC-01; CL 27: 76


Chelsea, 27 March, 1852

Dear Brother,

I await your orders as to the Books; indeed I could not get those I intended for Jean, the answer was, they were already sold. If you give me a list (and mention as far as you can in what shelf, compartment or repository the Books are to be sought), I will endeavour to be exact with them so far as possible.— — No word has yet come of Alick's Canadian Draught (I mean the Adamson transaction, intended as a gift to little Jane): it is now long beyond the time I counted on, and nothing but a newspaper was requested, which still does not come: however, I suppose we shall find it all right at last, and so I say nothing (except this to you).

I am reading Ranke's Preussische Geschichte,1 which Bunsen, who was here the other day, recommended: it is as paltry a work as ever had much reputation; work written by a man broken-backed, and supported only by iron and whalebone! I get on in it very slowly, too; and have innumerable reverses and impediments, in general, in this course of mine. Not to say that I really still do not care very much about Frederic; tho' I think him a very pretty man, a bit of excellt stuff, and well worth painting if one had opportunity and call. Aus dem wirdwas [Of this will come—what]? Eheu!

The other night we had Erskine here, whom the young Lady Airlie2 “wished to know.” Twistleton, the young Sterling girls with Anthy and perhaps some other attended as witnesses: Erskine was very amiable; the young Lady very pretty; it all went off happily, and left me to Books again.— Our weather does not mend much, yet summer is irresistibly advancing; and I suppose, it is excellt for plougher and sower: we have no sun, and the air is dusty to the last degree of dirtiness! I long much for rain.— — Alas, alas, here is Helps come, here is &c &c: not room for a word more!— How is my good old Mother? Few days is she out of my thought,—few hours of any day. Tell me soon how she is, how all are.

Yours ever /

T. Carlyle

Bunsen and Dame were very fat and jolly; asked very kindly for you.