The Collected Letters, Volume 27


TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 27 September 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520927-TC-JWC-01; CL 27: 307-308


Bad Töplitz / 27 Septr monday

There occurred no opportunity of posting the above, therefore I tear it up again, and add a few words before sending it off, now that we are got to the regions of civilization again. We have had a sore pilgrimage these last two days since I ended the other page! A small space to go over; but by confused Bohemian conveyances amid the half-savage Bohemian populations, with their fleas, their dirt, and above all, their noises: ah me! However, we have partly managed the thing, and are got into beautiful quarters again, in a romantic mountain watering place, with the sun still bright upon it, and everybody of Bath kind gone away. Here or nowhere1 I ought to find some sleep;—and then Berlin is full before us, and after Berlin home, home!—We have actually seen Lobositz, the first Battlefield of Fritz in the 7-years war and walked over it all, this morning before breakfast under the guidance of a Christian native, checked by my best memory of reading and maps, and found it do very tolerably well. In fact, O Goody dear, I have seen many curious and pleasant things, I ought to say;—and will say, at great length, when we are by our own fireside together again—Neuberg is strong; one of the friendliest, handiest, most patient of men. I congratulate Nero that his ghastly rival2 is fled: a crumb of sugar to him, or a raisin.—Ever yours— T. Carlyle