The Collected Letters, Volume 10


TC TO EDWARD STRACHEY ; 18 June 1838; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18380618-TC-ES-01; CL 10: 108


Chelsea, Monday, June 18 1838

My dear Sir,—I am not rightly well this week, having met with a little accident, or tumble, the other day, and fear I must not venture out so far to dinner. I hope to call some morning (Friday or sooner) and have a little speech with you; unless the rain go very contrary indeed, I will make this out.1

Your surgeon's order precisely agrees with my ideas. Salt water and sea air,—these are of all things to me the wholesomest. I do hope they will do you good in this fine season.2

Believe me always, / Most truly yours, / T. Carlyle.