July-December 1858

The Collected Letters, Volume 34


TC TO JWC ; 24 August 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580824-TC-JWC-01; CL 34: 156-157


Hamburg, Streit's Hôtel, / Tuesday (11 p.m.) 24 Augt 1858

Dearest,—Here I am safe enough since 8 hours, after such a voyage for tumult and discomfort (now forgotten) as I have seldom made. The Leith people, innocent but ineffectual souls, forgot every promise they had made,— except that of sailing, 5 hours after their time, and landing us at last, 15 hours after do. We had baddish weather all Sunday, mediocre till this morning, and such a scrambling dogkennel of a sickly life: however, the sail up the Elbe all this day was bright, sunny and beautiful; and our history since, a fair prospect even of sleep being superadded, has been favourable in all points:—so that thanks to Heaveven1 are alone due from me in that matter, and thy little heart, poor woman, wherever this find thee may set itself at rest on my score. We have the finest airy Hôtel (cheap too, they say), my room is five stairs up, looking over mere roofs; we dined wholesomely; Neuberg had a man in wait2 (poor good soul, after all!) to say that he was ready any hour &c: in short, except a storm of fine wind-music spreading over the City, and not yet concluded, there is a right fair share of comfort, and good omens round me here on firm earth again. The music is excellently sweet, pathetic withal to the worn soul towards midnight; and I write to my own little Partner far away, for tomorrow's post, till it cease. Again let us thank Heaven.

Foxton, poor fellow, is very good; stands snubbing into silence, annihilates himself whenever I like, and is verily a gentn in air and heart: good for almost nothing in the way of help, tho' prompt as possible: but along with Neuberg, he will do extremely well.

This of Neuberg, however, and his relation to the Usedom enterprise, as the days have run, constitutes a considerable burble, ever since his messenger appeared this afternoon;—burble not to be explained witht too much of circumlocution till we meet. But this too has at last been put in the way of solution by our deciding to stay here over tomorrow, and then in the evening send a “telegraphic message to Leipzig” perhaps,—thereby to ascertain whether Usedom must be abandoned (to my regret), and a junction formed with the said Neuberg immediately, and the work of the Tour attacked at once with N's help, and pushed in one continued shove to its conclusion. This will be decided tomorrow evg, not till then. I shall regret the miss of Usedom; but I find he & Rügen mean for me 300 miles more of railing; and that will be a saving of good weight in the counter-balance. Never thou mind, Dearest, how that go; think me well; and be content till thou hear from me again. The music seems done. I will add a word to-to-morrow.3 A thousand good nights. How strange it was to picture from amid the tumblings and sloppy tumults of the greasy steamer and the German Ocean, to figure my poor Goody's voyage from Bay House in the Railway on Monday; and to think at night, Poor soul she is home now! Oh may God keep thee.— Goodnight again. I will add a word were tomorrow come. Thine ever

T. Carlyle

Wednesday, 7 a.m.

No great shakes of a night, Dearest; but better than many of yours: I have had an hour or two, and am fresh in the fine morning; and (thank God) come to a decision during the night.— We go off at noon towards Usedom and Rügen; to there4 friday night (Foxton stopping at Stralsund near by): there will we wait Neuberg's advance, in safety, and can take a fine sea-bathing if we like—for Rügen is the “German Isle of Wight.”5 May it do us all good!——Adieu my Darling; never was such hurry.

T. C.