candlestick

January-September 1845


The Collected Letters, Volume 19


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TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD ; 8 February 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18450208-TC-EF-01; CL 19: 27-28


TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD

Chelsea, 8 feby, 1845

Dear Fitzgerald,

I have expressly named you and the Lady Olivia to His Grace,1 as the benevolent persons who, under Providence and him, are to get me a Copy of that Paper or Letter of Oliver's, without farther travel or trouble of mine! My own visit to Kimbolton, thankfully acknowledged, and not refused forever, is postponed into the vague distance,—to the rear of this publication of Oliver's Letters at least. So pray bestir yourself, and think what can be done! For the thing will be soon wanted. I have, this morning, after infinite higgling to and fro, definitively settled that the Letters and Speeches are actually to be proceeded with as a separate Book straightway. The Life must follow when it can. The Letters themselves, I compute, with bits of light kindled at the corners of them, will prove readable to serious rational men; and may tend to clear away much sordid rubbish out of my road, especially to put the controversy about Oliver's “character,” “hypocrisy” &c &c asleep forever and a day.— So look to the Gainsborough business,2 look to the Kimbolton business; and help me what you can!—

If the Lady Olivia is resident at Kimbolton, and if you were within four miles of her with your friend there,3 it would not be difficult to get your eye upon the Paper itself perhaps, and get me the copy of it, the instant the Key of the repository were turned. This latter, I suppose, cannot happen till His Grace in person arrive? We must be patient; that date, “a month hence,” will still do for me.4

I am so weakly, sleepless and unwell at present, I begin thinking of a Horse again. For I am to be very busy. With a long-legged Horse I could ride beautifully up to Kimbolton in summer weather; and see a great many pleasant things there and by the way!—

We are very shivery here; gray, dusty and cold.

Yours ever truly /

T. Carlyle