The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO WILLIAM DOUGAL CHRISTIE ; 8 January 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410108-TC-WDC-01; CL 13: 12-13


Chelsea, 8 jany, 1841—

Dear Christie,

I hope you have not frightened away poor Cochrane;1 he seemed in tolerable spirits on Saturday night,2 and I have heard no whisper of him since! Ladyday3 is not so good as the morrow-morning would have been; yet we must not say, Non est [It is wanting] for that.— I have just seen Fisher; a solid Irishman, not without sense; totally without experience, without habit of selfdirection in any kind (I fear), who does not look as if he could go many yards without driving!4 Cochrane versus him would detain no Committee long, I think.

By the way, what is Washbourne equal to?5 Is he getting proofs ready? Let us see that between three stools we fall not to the ground!

—It seems Washbourne is the Bookseller that failed. Whether Cochrane ever did such a feat is as yet entirely hypothetical for me.

The Catalogue is come;6 not the old Class-catalogue I was used to! Que faire [What to do]?

Yours always /

T. Carlyle—