The Collected Letters, Volume 12


TC TO MARY RICH ; 3 August 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18400800-TC-MRI-01; CL 12: 217-218


Chelsea, Wednesday [August 1840?]—

Dear Mrs Rich,

Thanks for your Letter and Papers. The Welsh D. D. looking into his new raree-shew, with such an honest just expression of his feeling about it, entertains me much. I like Mr Scott's Lecture:1 many good ideas;—generally, as I incline to guess, some nearer approximation to the true topic for him in these days. As for Lamennais— Do you know his face? A poor funnel-shaped, lanthern-jawed, anxious visage, with thin pincer-lips, wide-staring eyes, and an imaginary smile: aus Dem wird Nichts [nothing will come of him]! I grow more and more weary of all that prurient fraternity. The wretched babble they promulgate to me as a Theorem of God's great inscrutable Universe sounds almost like a personal insult[.] “They have said, and they will say, and let them say; but as for me and my house”2 &c

Believe me always / Dear Mrs Rich / Yours most sincerely /

T. Carlyle