January 1835-June 1836

The Collected Letters, Volume 8


TC TO JOHN STUART MILL; 13 March 1835; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18350313-TC-JSM-01; CL 8:73-74.


Chelsea, Friday Night [13 March 1835]

My Dear Mill,

If it is tomorrow-night, we are unluckily to be out: to see Wordsworth at Taylor's,1 which otherwise were not unlucky. After that, to be at home indefinitely.2

Thanks for your brave cargoes of Books. If I do not manage well, no man can say it was for the want of encouragement. One mysterious Biographie Universelle (said to be from Fraser, tho' I countermanded him,—perhaps too late) has arrived: happily as yet only one. I have got Bookshelves; made better arrangements; hope to get along better. The Federation was finished yesterday. Tonight I am for Turgot.3

If you be about the Athenaeum, or otherwise among Hon. Members, my Dame begs you to get that frank for her Mother.

By the way, there is no answer from Glasgow; and now I think the thing had winded itself up satisfactorily without answer. There came here above a week ago one of the hirsutest Scotch Radicals going; one Weir, able Editor of the Glasgow Argus (once an Advocate in Edinr): from him, questioned in a distant way, I learned that the so-called Educational Society was a miserable Kirk-Session affair (propatronage, or antipatronage), and of a “heaven no bigger than three ells.”4 Fancy the shock that such a cometose body (franked by Roebuck too) must have given there!5 Aus dem wird Nichts [Out of this comes nothing].

Ever your affectionate /

T. Carlyle

Tell Grant6 he ought to come and see us.