The Collected Letters, Volume 13


TC TO WILLIAM CHARLES MACREADY ; 24 December 1841; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18411224-TC-WCM-01; CL 13: 326-327


Chelsea, 24 Decr, 1841—

My dear Sir,

Many thanks for the kind Gift you have sent us.1 We hope to see you often this winter; to hear always that every prosperity attends you. Seeing or not seeing, my wishes, my respect are always with you. Honour to him who strives after the Better and Best, in whatever element, thro' whatever impediments!

My Wife is often quizzing me about some fatuity I uttered (or am said to have uttered, for I myself deny it) on Managers of Theatres; and how polite it was, while you sat there to hear me! What such a man, in so distracted detestable a situation, not knowing right hand from left, might chance to say before your face, I do not well know. But this I do know, the same man deliberately, behind your back, has been heard to say: “Look there! Mr Macready in Covent-Garden2 puts our Bishops in their Cathedrals to shame. He has faith in what is True, in the victory of Truth even among the multitude: they none,—unless Truth have four thousand five hundred a-year in its pocket, the Bishop of London says it has no chance for victory!”3

Right good speed to you; better and better speed.

with kind remembrances to Mrs Macready and the rest, with a hope to see you all by and by,

I remain always / Yours most truly /

T. Carlyle