January 1835-June 1836

The Collected Letters, Volume 8


TC TO JOHN STUART MILL; 12 February 1835; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18350212-TC-JSM-01; CL 8:43-44.


Chelsea, Thursday [12 February 1835]—

My dear Mill,

Hunt will be at you tomorrow, or at farthest on Saturday; hungry as a hyaena. To cut off from him the very temptation to play false, I beforehand furnish you with the enclosed receipt; testifying visibly that he has already (with your 5) eaten twenty shillings of his wages. His work, what part of it I have seen, seems very tolerably done; nor have I, of my own insight, anything (except that crime of hunger) to urge against him. He has not even intruded himself on me, unless when driven by necessity, stronger than an armed man.1 Poor devil! And yet one can do nothing for him, so good as leave him almost if not altogether alone. Wer nicht spannt dem kann man nicht vorspannen,2 is one of the truest proverbs in the world.

These five or six times I have forgotten to answer you in words, what seemed hardly worth writing, that with regard to that wretched Diamond Necklace, Fraser did already all but as good as refuse it for his Cesspool of a Magazine: so there again we have a finis. Alas! Considering what a mouse is to be born, is not the parturition dreadful?3— You have a right to know this; that I may not seem disobliging when it is so little my part to be it.

Remember that properly speaking I did not see you last time!— I am writing at the Fête des Piques,4 the most confused of mortals. Kind Heaven stand by me!

Ever Yours, /

T. Carlyle