TC TO JAMES GARTH MARSHALL ; 27 October 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18411027-TC-JGM-01; CL 13: 288-290
TC TO JAMES GARTH MARSHALL
5. Cheyne Row, Chelsea London, 27 Octr, 1841—
My dear Sir,
Could you conveniently send me that Address you have lately emitted in the name of Leeds Reform Association. An extract of it appeared in the last Examiner;1 and I want to see the whole.— It seems also your long-eared noisy Dr Holland is still going on with his Millocrat; his brayings too, with your original Letter to Fitzwilliam, which provoked the same,2 I could like to have in full: but this, as far too post-heavy in proportion to my impatience, may wait for an opportunity.
We are well here; I have hopes of beginning to get to some work again,—thank Heaven! I wrote, twice I think, to your Brother Henry3 from Tynemouth, about meeting him at Leeds in our passage hither: alas, on arriving at York, we found that the route did not go by Leeds at all; that it would be better to plunge right onward, without stopping at all. Pray state this to him, with my compliments, with my regrets.
It begins to appear to me, in these days, that perhaps there ought to be a right Radical Review set on foot, and that I should undertake the editing of it! The poor existing Westminster Review, lies now, I believe, in the last stage of abject languor and despicability,—must go out, one would prophesy, before long, like an expiring wick among rancid fish oils; a miserable end! Molesworth laid out on the business several thousand pounds; which he might as well, except for his own good intentions, have flung over Westminster Bridge.4 In fact the thing seems to me a kind of emblem of the poor hidebound Benthamee Radicalism it set about representing. That too lies dyinging;5 cast out miserably into the ditch, never in all Eternity to live more. Black, Atheistic, unsympathizing Radicalism is ended; a new nobler sort seems to me on all hands struggling to begin. Perhaps, for the sake of England, it really ought to be preached abroad with all the heart and energy that is to be found alive in England? Your only Church and Pulpit, in these times, is a Periodical Book. To set such a Pulpit handsomely up, much is wanted, how much! Cash, first of all;—no not first of all: Faith and Insight, first of all.— I do occasionally think of these things, afar off or near at hand: I invite you to turn them over also. Is it not now that we are to sing and act the great new Epic, not “Arms and the Man,” but “Tools and the Man”;6—to preach and prophesy in all ways that Labor is honorable, that Labor alone is honorable; that Idleness shall and must move out of its way, or be frightfully thrown into the howling dog-kennel? To Puseyism itself, and such like, one has to say with emphasis: “Foolish ghost, be silent! LABORARE est orare [To work is to pray].”7— — I end, for the present. With many kind regards to that Lady, whose favor I am too sensible of having irrevocably lost;8—with hopes nevertheless of seeing you both at large by and by.
Yours always truly (in haste)