TC TO FRANCES WEDGWOOD ; 4 April 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460404-TC-FW-01; CL 20: 158-159
TC TO FRANCES WEDGWOOD
Chelsea, 4 April, 1846—
Dear Mrs Wedgwood,
I will by no means give up the hope of what you propose; but we must not try to name any day at present. At present, alas, I am in the death-throes of Printers' Devils of unspeakable confusions; very unwell too;—and obliged to shrink into the corner, and hide myself as deep as possible!
I have got my Horse back from the Country, in a very lean and rough condition; mean to get some old neat-fly or shandrydan, and set my Wife to do the exercise of that untoward animal, and drive about with him! That will be the time for dining with Friends,—then, when I have got my Second Edition done too, and am free of Cobbling for a while!—
I have no idea Where the Morning Post of half a century back, since it is not in the Museum, could be found. There is an Establishment called Peel's Coffeehouse where, I have heard, such things are kept.1 Has due trial been made there?
Believe me / Yours ever truly / T. Carlyle