The Collected Letters, Volume 12


TC TO FREDERICK DENISON MAURICE ; 21 November 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18401121-TC-FDM-01; CL 12: 330-331


Chelsea, 21 Novr, 1840—

Dear Maurice,

By a strange and not a lucky chance it happens that we already stand twice invited for Monday, and there is one acceptance given!1 All other days behind and before, far as the eye can glance, lie vacant; but that day, full and again full, and now a third time full! The Proverb, and indeed the weather itself at this time, teaches us, “It never rains but it pours.”— I have seen your Colonel's Brother;2 a most square-built, eupeptic, mildly dogmatic, irrefragable, unconquerable looking man,—tho' terribly in want of eyebrows, to my taste! I have little doubt they will do great good in New Zealand.

Your Neal, your Baxter stand here these many months; not entirely idly of late months.3 Dull both; dull as Lethe; but not to be dispensed with. I will keep them a little longer, unless you have need of them; in which case, pray speak.

Do you know St Catherine Creed [sic] Church, which Archbishop Laud dedicated in that famous fashion?4 I think it was not burnt in the great Fire, but still stands somewhere in your region. I have thoughts of making a pilgrimage to it. Can you tell me of any wise word that has been written in behalf of poor Laud; or at least of the wisest word? I have read Heylin, faithfully read it all; but it, alas, is little other than a “Golgotha of Dead Dogs” for me!

Next week, or soon, on some as yet unappointed day, I have to be in the City; and mean to try whether I cannot get across the River before returning.

With kind regards to Mrs Maurice

Yours always / T. Carlyle 5