October 1833-December 1834

The Collected Letters, Volume 7


TC TO WILLIAM TAIT; 29 September 1834; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18340929-TC-WT-01; CL 7:310-311.


5. Cheyne Row, Chelsea, London, 29th Septr, 1834.

My Dear Sir,

Accept my thanks for your kind reception and distribution of the little Books: I am your debtor for not a few acts of the like sort before this; and, though I have your permission to repeat such applications, feel that I ought not to be troublesome. One reason of my writing again has still reference to that same Package. Six of those unhappy Sartors, destined for Dumfries, were ordered to be included in your Parcel; and, if I remember, in the hurried Note addressed to you, the conveyance for them was pointed out: thro' Oliver and Boyd, namely, to “Mr M'Kie, Bookseller, Dumfries.” This Dumfries Package has never got thither, or been heard of there. I suspect, Fraser's people must have misdirected it: they are positive it went off, but can throw no farther light on it. I am thus under the necessity of again requesting help from you. Most probably it was only directed, “Mrs Aitken, 24 English Street, Dumfries”; and you are waiting for some cheap conveyance. If so, will you be so obliging as to inclose it in an additional cover addressed to M'Kie as above, and send it to Messrs Oliver and Boyd: they send him a Parcel weekly, which I was made welcome to. Or if, as is possible, you have already done all this, will you take the new trouble of inquiring at Boyd's what the matter can be; and, on the whole, of somehow or other getting this poor Packet put under way again,—were it direct by the Mail, which will land it in few hours? I shall feel it obliging; and, as I said, study to give you a little respite henceforth.

You give me no Edinburgh news; which I regret, for my supply in that kind is very disproportionate to my demand, of late years. I see no Edinburgh men, few Edinburgh letters, hardly even any Edinburgh books. The last Number of Tait (procured by special endeavour) is the only one for months. Will you apropos of this present my kind remembrances to Mr Dequincy, my respects and affectionate wishes for him: everything he writes I even while dissenting from it can eagerly read.1

You also appear to suppose that my connection with Fraser's Magazine is Something and not Nothing. A total radical Error; which however is probably not of much moment.

The enclosed Essay is not by me, but by a very dear friend of mine.2 I think it rather good. You are welcome to it if it will suit you; for the sake of “auld langsyne.”

Will you present our best regards to the friends in James's Square.3 Mrs J., we often say here, would make half a dozen Cockney “famed women.”— Come and see me, I again ask you. And so, with hearty good wishes and good hopes

Ever faithfully, /

T. Carlyle.