TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG ; 25 August 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550825-TC-JN-01; CL 30: 42-43
TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG
Chelsea, 25 Augt, 1855—
Your Letter has come this morning. I have never yet been to Addiscombe, nor anywhere but in this Garret and the environs; I am very sleepless, all this week, since my return from Suffolk; able rightly to do nothing, tho' weltering in these horrid masses of French and Teutonic Dryasdustism (wae's me!)—and incapable of any victorious resolution, even that of having a ride when it is offered me!
However, I have now written to Todhunter, to send his man down with the Horse to me (if he can spare the man) tomorrow morning; and failing that, to keep the Horse till Tuesday, before which time I will either bring him away myself, or say definitely that I do not want him.
We did set off last Monday for Brighton; but the morning was wet; we turned again at London Bridge. What next Monday will so I do not know; but shall like as well if it take me into silence, at Addiscombe, under the shadow of green trees.— The Stationer people have never sent their Paper; but it does not matter much hitherto.
I have been roving far and wide in Voltairiana: French Editors, tho' they have Indexes always of some sort, are still more intolerable than Prussian, for they have not the least conscience about being accurate,—sorrow on them! There is no darker mass anywhere, with a varnish of regularity on the surface of it, than these Lives, Letters &c &c of Voltaire. What will become of me with this double chaos, of Fritz and him? They are prettyish men both, if I could get them extricated: but alas, alas!—
Yours ever truly /
I was quite wrong about the Duke of Cumberland: not 25 quite when Fontenoy fell out; Waldeck1 about the same age.— Voltaire's account of the Battle is very good; “20,000 copies of his Poem sold in 24 hours,”2—ye Heavens, we have at last heartily beaten these English!—