1854-June 1855

The Collected Letters, Volume 29


TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG; 16 February 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550216-TC-JN-01; CL 29: 262-263


Chelsea, 16 feby, 1855—

Dear Neuberg,—Digging in the unutterable chaos of Förster (Fk Wilhelm, Potsdam 1834 4 voll.)1 as to that Double-marriage affair, and those Grumkow-Seckendorf proceedings with their muzzled Bear,—I find it repeatedly asserted that the last proposal (by the Kaiser and Eugene from Vienna) to break off the Bevern-Brunswick match, and take the English after all, was first instigated by Robinson (the English Ambassador at Vienna);2 and sometimes they hint (Seckendorf & Grumkow do) that Robinson had left himself room to be disavowed by his Court if needful:—in short, I should like well to know what the real truth of that matter was, if Robinson's Austrian Despatches (to which also we have access) will set it in a clear light. The main passage in regard to Robinson is in Förster III. 118 (a Letter of Seckendf to Eugen, Berlin 20 Novr 1732), and I gather that Robinson's step must have been taken probably in the previous month,—Seckendorf's first answer to Eugen upon it (Förster III.116) being of date “Copenhagen 4 Novr 1732.”— During this interval of waiting for permission, I wish you wd give a look into Robinson, and see what is to be fished from his Austrian Papers.— This is the maddest part of my Task I have yet come to God help me!—

2. Here is a Cromwell Letter, which a Wiltshire “Mr Waylen” brought me lately;—and he has quite neglected to say in what part of the State-Paper Office it is; in other words, How I am to cite it, and direct readers to it, if it be ever printed; neither can he now do it, except in the vague, when I apply to him.— I send it to you, with his (Waylen's) Letter, marked on the margin where essential: by help of our sleepy friend, or of Mr Lemon if that won't do, you will be able to find the thing wanted; please mark it on the corner of the Cromwell Letter,—which I will then tumble into its box, and so have done with it, for one thing.

No more at present. The wind is howling over my glass roof, but cannot get in. This seems to me the coldest of all the days yet;—capable, however, of being beaten back by coke and coals, even in this unfavourable post.

What a blessing this “straw paper” is!

Yours ever truly /

T. Carlyle