candlestick

1841


The Collected Letters, Volume 13


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE ; 26 January 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18410126-TC-JAC-01; CL 13: 24-25


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

Chelsea, 26 jany, 1841—

My dear Brother,

Yesterday came your Little Note, very welcome to us; in the evening came the outermost of these two from our Mother. I send it, and the preceding one. There was also a most flowing acknowledgement from W. Grahame of the receipt of the Miscellanies. I cannot find it at this moment: there was no news; a good hope of the Consulship but no additional certainty.1

In the course of last week I bargained with Fraser for my Lecture-Book. £75 the dog would give no more; but he also gives a £75 for a thousand Sartors, the edition of that being run out too: so we go on printing both, with all imaginable velocity; and I am to have £150 for the two.2 We must be content. “4 sheets of each, 8 of both” are to come to me every week credat Judaeus!3 I am very busy revising the Lectures; am now thro' the First. I design to make few changes. In five or six weeks I may fairly expect the quit of the concern;—free for another.

We rejoice to hear of your coming back. Such neighbourhood to us is one of the best features of your place. By degrees you will be able to decide what can be done. As you say, it will probably be all of your own deciding. Nobody else seems capable of getting such insight as will suffice for a decision. Meanwhile every day you continue, simply without explosion, is well paid for in money: that is already a point decided.

We are bothered here not a little with choosing of “London Librarians”! Old Cochrane, I hope will be the man. I must stand to till he or some fit man be got.

On Saturday I walked far out, over the Clapham region,4 in the new sunshine. It is beautiful to me;—mournful that so little of it now belongs to me, in this Fog-Babylon.

The Wilsons5 called yesterday; left a card for you too, supposing you to be resident here!— Jane is well.— Garnier6 came last night, sang German songs, &c.

Yours ever /

T. Carlyle