August 1857-June 1858

The Collected Letters, Volume 33


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 15 August 1857; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18570815-TC-JAC-01; CL 33: 28-29


Chelsea Saturday, 15 Augt, 1857

My dear Brother,

I meant to have written you this fraction of a word yesterday, but had not time when the hour came. Jane got certain of those Photographs sent her; one was to be given to Isabella, whh probably Jane has sent; if not, she will. A better set are promised by Tait: when these are realised (likely not for some time yet), I will not forget Scotsbrig.— Jane is come across to Edinr again; thence to Haddington (end of next week, “this week” for you,—most probably); thence, after short delay, home. Which I shall be very glad of,—tho' I do not amiss in my Housekeeping either. But the solitude is deep; and, tho' profitable perhaps not a little in some ways, one does not always love it for the moment! We have very thundery, wet & yet sultry weather: difficult to work an evening's ride out of it without a wetting,—whh latter, however, I have escaped hitherto.

You might have had the old revises1 at once, if you had spoken in time: they are no great prize! But the first half dozen are gone to the winds now; nor have I got any perfect copy yet; so that I see not well how to supply you,—or give you a fair start. After some survey, I think it will be best to bid Mr Larkin (an exceedingly useful volunteer man here, doing ‘maps,’2 doing &c &c, and who is furnished with the sheets for business purposes),—to bid Mr Larkin send you his stock; upon condition of your sending them back to him, so soon as you have read them. That will be easy: I shd think there are only about 7 yet come to him; and 1d3 will frank them. His address then is, ‘Henry Larkin Esq / 3. St John's Villas / Highbury / London’:—I write to him today; and it is probable you will get the Sheets on Tuesday. I will bid him put his name on the outside of the Packet, and do you the like in returning it (after a day or two) to him; there will be no need of farther writing, by that method.

This week I meant to take mostly as a holiday: but there has come such a pressure of confused ‘sheets’ and ‘Slips,’ and I have had so many Letters &c to write,—I have got no holiday at all! The correcting of the Press (with these unblessed Lumbers of Indexless German Books to hunt among &c &c) is exceedingly laborious. Chorley from this point, after much dubitation on my part, and eager offering on his, is to have a revise sent him to read along with me in the final state. I suppose he will pick out a wrong spelling or two, and be of use;—but, on the whole, needing silence so very much, I was not anxious for it.— I shall be right glad to see you again, if Henry's4 business or any other cause bring you up. With affectionate regards to one and all— Yours ever T. Carlyle