January 1835-June 1836

The Collected Letters, Volume 8


TC TO JOHN STUART MILL; 6 June 1836; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18360606-TC-JSM-01; CL 8:352-353.


Chelsea, Monday Morning [6 June 1836].

My Dear Mill,

You are very good: do not mind what I wrote to you; or fret yourself thinking that it is a “favour” to you, and not twice as much a favour to myself.1

The best is, I am pouring out all manner of watery stuff; and hope to have a kind of readable enough Article ready about the time specified, after all. Of what quantity I cannot say; but it promises to be very considerable. Wait then till we see! There are thirteen good days before Saturday come a week, and the west wind is blowing.— For the rest, I have got an enormous white hat, broader than any Quaker's in London; which is a great comfort; the Public happily not objecting much to my avoiding headaches in that way,—tho' it gives me the most Preadamite air, and is indeed ugly and ugly-making to a pitch. My wife has stipulated almost with tears that I shall never wear it “in her sight”; a condition which I observe.

When you write next, send me three old Newspapers, and special word how you are, and how your Father is.

I have heard nothing of my Brother since Tuesday morning when I saw him mount into the Hull Steamer.

A certain forlorn Italian woman, of whom Jane spoke to Mrs Taylor, fares thither I believe today. She is Beatrice,2 but not related to Dante's. Such a mazed waif and stray, blown hither without a word in her mouth or a plan in her head I have never in my life seen. Goethe's Pilgernde Thörinn, stept out of the Novel3 into Reality! May the good lady be able to do or devise something for her.

Shall I lend you Taylor's Statesman;4 a most sufficient solid Dutch Book, of the sort it could be of.

Ever faithfully Your's, /

T. Carlyle.