July 1836-December 1837

The Collected Letters, Volume 9


TC TO JOHN STUART MILL; 28 January 1837; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18370128-TC-JSM-01; CL 9:129-131.


Chelsea, Saturday [28 January 1837].

My dear Mill,

I have forwarded your Answer1 to Cavaignac: it is my notion that Caillé ought to try that dyeing of Leather, since no better is. If they think so, they will communicate with Grant about it.2

Here is a copy of the Necklace; which I wish you great good of. Fraser has given me two dozen made up in this manner. “The Country Newspapers,” he says, are in the greatest indignation.

If I had the Copies of Mirabeau now, I could still find an opportunity of sending them off. They are for Scotland mainly; two are for America: I have promised them long ago; but can easily explain, if impossibility have intervened.

Neither, in the other case, let your Printer hurry himself; shifting his types before the time. Whether he may be able to correct these Errata marked on the accompanying piece of paper I know not; nor is that either of much moment: however, I have marked them, and will give him a chance. The little paragraph to fill up the hiatus of Mirabeau's Hunt where the Extract was cut out, is the second I have composed for that end. The first was not fixed on with wafer: indeed it was left with the Editor either to insert that, or replace the Extract as might suit his space best;—so it went the way of all paper; and the hiatus fell together as it could.3

At the rate our Printer travels at, there seems to me small prospect that the French Revolution can be ready for your next No. Perhaps it will answer me still better,—to have a friend lying back a little, to silence marauders? Or perhaps it may not answer so well. I cannot guide it; need not take charge of it. The third sheet is still lying on the mantel-piece here with “To Press” only marked on it. Fraser has set a second Printer to work, on a separate volume;4 and talks of setting a third on, if need be. I have been very heavy hitherto with corrections: but the worst of that is over now.

You never received the Dulaure; which must have surprised you. I forgot to speak of it last time. The case was, I found no paper of references in Dulaure;5 and his Index being so extensive and complete, there is for the present considerable service to me in him. As your friend has hitherto been so good, he will perhaps continue it a few weeks longer. If not, let me know; and I will give up, as in duty bound. Nay, indeed I can do it without excessive sacrifice. The thing stands as I say.

Before “taking one's rifle for the Back Woods of America,”6 it is proper that one search the ground accurately as he goes, and exhaust the resources it offers. To myself this project of Lecturing on German Literature in the Albermarle Street Institution does not seem to promise much: but some of my friends are amazingly fond of it. I have not yet succeeded in ascertaining two essential preliminaries: 1st What any success in it might probably amount to: 2nd what the difficulties are, what the means are of getting it tried. Perhaps the Mr Singer7 you mentioned could without much trouble enlighten me on these? I should then see whether it was worth while to stir, yea or no.

As you take an interest in Teufelsdröckh, it will be good news to hear that they are printing a second edition of him in America;—of 1000, the first having only been 500.8 I even heard some whisper of an Edition coming out here by and by. But as it unfortunately will never procure me one pipe of tobacco in the way of advantage, but on the contrary will only confuse my already confused head still farther with foolish babblement and clatterment,—it seems to be some other man's charge than mine.

I forget what lions and lionesses I saw very lately. I am sick of body, not healthy of mind; and desire above all things that I were covered under a tub.

Yours always, /

T. Carlyle