The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO WILLIAM DOUGAL CHRISTIE ; 20 January 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410120-TC-WDC-01; CL 13: 19-20


Chelsea, Wednesday [20 January 1841].

Dear Christie,—

I rejoice to find you still busy,—visible or invisible.

Were it not for the frightful four miles of mud and frost-fog, I would gladly be with you tomorrow night: but really it is frightful; almost equal I think to swimming of the Hellespont in that Greek climate of Leander's!1

But do you want me at the Library Office tomorrow by daylight! We will say 3 o'clock, and decide on punctuality. Or if you do not like tomorrow, call it Friday, and warn me.

Cochrane, two days ago, apprises me that he is still a candidate; that he is rapidly printing Testimonials &c. I had given it as my notion that the Lady-day2 was not fatal.

Washbourne seemed to me a sensible, goodtempered, active, useful-looking man. He professes to be no great Bibliographer, ignorant indeed except of English (I think); but he could buy Books &c very well. I have seen Haas too and Baynes,3—the latter of them a shrewd kind of man.

Now, let us meet tomorrow;—unless you wish to be excommunicated!

There should be order taken too (on the Committee-day, which pray keep!) about the getting of a House.4 Does Venables know anything on that?5

Yours always /

T. Carlyle