candlestick

January-October 1859


The Collected Letters, Volume 35


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TC TO HENRY LARKIN ; 28 July 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18590728-TC-HL-01; CL 35: 159-160


TC TO HENRY LARKIN

Humbie, Aberdour, Fife 28 july, 1859—

Dear Larkin,

I have been in so utterly somnolent and dreamy a state, I have not till lately recollected that I never even sent you money to pay for the “Register” Desk, the Broken Window, and other material fractions of things which you were getting set to rights for me! Here at least is money1 for these objects; pray have them all sleeked off, and put comfortably to rest before I shew face again.

We have done pretty well here, at least I individually have, in regard to what was the principal intention of the voyage out: recovery of a little bodily improvement, and allowing of the cloudy bottles to settle a little into sediment, and become clearer in consequence. Certainly nobody could get into a more opposite way of life than this is from our London one; and for myself I must brag (or confess, I know not whh) I have very completely surrendered myself to the genius of the new Locality, and gone about as idle as was well possible for me during these 5 weeks. The place is one of the finest I ever saw for outlooks and situation: seas, mountains, cities, woods, fruitful cornfields; all is here in perfection, solitude, silence and a horse superadded: bathing, sauntering; walking, galloping; lazily dreaming in the lullaby of the woods & breezes, this has been nearly altogether my employment since you saw me lift anchor. Tho’ Edinr, by three Steamers daily, is but ten miles from us, and always in view from the windows, I have only been twice in Edinr, for a few hours; and then only upon urgent practical call.

I have read or re-read several 7-Years War Affairs, too; and cannot get that terrible problem shaken out of my head altogether; but as to sending you reasonable material for doing Maps upon it, I find, on trial, that it will not do;—find in short that I must shove the whole matter off till I get home again; and what will become of it then is frightful to think of! A word from you soon will be very welcome.2 Yours always

T. Carlyle