July 1836-December 1837

The Collected Letters, Volume 9


TC TO JANE WILSON; 3 February 1837; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18370203-TC-JWI-01; CL 9:137-138.


Chelsea, Friday Night [?3 February 1837]—

My dear Miss Wilson,

You are infinitely kind to take so much trouble about these Lectures that are to be,—or not to be. I am so beset, night and day, with Printers and Proofsheets, that the whole Business has got, as it were, overlaid, and lies quite quiet in the background.

It is clear to me however that I cannot solicit any Note to Mr Faraday,1 nor present one if I had it; nor indeed solicit at all in this stage of the business. Do not call me indolent; do not call me proud or unreasonable: I trust in Heaven it is not that. But my heart is sore and sick; and has to consider what things it can undertake to do; what things it will be easier to endure the penalty of not doing than to do.

I hope to learn by and by, in the way of free communication with somebody or other, what are the real conditions of the thing: this once done, I shall very speedily decide, and very speedily give you warnin[g] and solicit (at that stage) of you, and those that are worthy like you.

Mr Wilson promised me some volumes of the Annual Register; for which the Bearer2 of this will undertake,—if I may rouse him from dinner for such a purpose. The volumes from 1780 to 1790 are the ones wanted; and these not for long.

I hope to get you a complete copy of th[e] Necklace, one of these days, and to call with it.

My wife is still very sickly, tho' the mai[n] brunt of the Influenza has passed. She has only crossed the threshold once, and not in this bitter North-East weather. For my share, I am determined that the influenza shall be feminine.3 I content myself with a little coughing and sneezing.

Yours always sincerely /

T. Carlyle.