The Collected Letters, Volume 12


TC TO ARCHIBALD GLEN ; 23 December 1840; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18401223-TC-AG-01; CL 12: 372-373


Chelsea, 23 Decr 1840

My dear Sir,

My Brother, to whom I forwarded your Letter, communicates his answer1 in passing; and I cannot but add a word, expressive of my continued sympathy in this matter, and also of my decided adherence to the opinion John pronounces of it here. Poor William would be altogether overset by a change of place and revolution in his daily habits, in such a humour as he is in about it; this infallibly would be the first result; and what good or what ill would farther follow from it, remains at best problematic, a thing to be tried. Where he himself wishes to be, there, unless it be a place evidently hurting his bodily health or the like, is first of all the place where he ought to be.— His Letter is still very confused: the strong soul buried under mountains of confusion; wrestling and weltering like a giant under painful dreams! We must say still, While there is Life there is Hope. If it please God, he may yet be restored to us all; like a Traveller brought back from a far, very far country!— Pray send him my love when you write next. I have never written to him, but I have never forgotten him, and shall not I think.

With many good-wishes for you and Mrs Glen, and much pleasure to hear that things are so well with you,

Yours always very truly /

T. Carlyle