1854-June 1855

The Collected Letters, Volume 29


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 2 November 1854; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18541102-TC-JAC-01; CL 29: 184-185


Chelsea, 2 Novr 1854—

My dear Brother,—Yesterday afternoon I was at Mares's, and have been again this morning before breakfast: I believe I may say now the Inscription is completely ended, exact in all points, and well enough put on,—all in roman capitals; perhaps a little shallower (or perhaps not?) than would have been my custom, but no doubt conformable to theirs. The man had ended, yesterday, all but a few finishings that required a lighter tool; and was painting the stone when I arrived: there were a comma or two that needed rectifying; about which I again indoctrinated Mayers this morning (the man not being there), and I have no doubt it is now right, and in all points conformable to your Paper. Next week, perhaps about Wednesday or earlier, I expect to report that I have seen the Stone right in its place; and then, as I told Mayers, he has only his account to present.

My blue-pill operations have very much deranged my poor interior, in their fashion; but my cold is quite gone; and I shall profit in due season. Meanwhile boiledness, irritability of nerves, weakness, weakness! And I have sat here all day, vainly striving with a task I could not do,—could not in spite of all my struggling;—and so am going out, into the remains of the winter sunshine, in a rather bankrupt humour. Another day I shall do better;—what we do but hope!

Tait is trying to “paint” me; has got one sitting, is to have just one other: his Picture looks to me horrible, and useless wholly;—a sad thing to have a man hunt you about, to “sit” painfully a fraction of your time away to him, that he may manufacture a miserable splash of caricature from you.1 But it cannot always be helped; in some cases it is your shortest method of escape.

Lewes, Ape Lewes, or “hairy Lewes,” as we called him, has not only gone to Weimar, but is understood to have a “strong minded woman” with him there, and has certainly cast away his Wife here,—who indeed deserved it of him, having openly produced those dirty sooty skinned children which have Thn Hunt for father, and being ready with a third;2 Lewes to pay the whole account, even the money part of it!3— Such are our sublime George-Sand Philosophies teaching by experience. Everlasting peace to them and theirs,—in the Cesspool, which is their home. Adieu, dear Brother: Good be with you ever

T. Carlyle