TC TO LADY HARRIET BARING ; 17 April 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460417-TC-LHB-01; CL 20: 170
TC TO LADY HARRIET BARING
[17 April 1846]
For the Lady Harriet
Yes, the “big Black Cattle,” I suppose, have some “thoughts” under their sombre oak,—perhaps better thoughts than those they utter, which are a very unmusical sort for most part. At any rate they make butter and beef under their Oak for us, poor creatures.— As for “the spotted Mosely,” I will bet him ten to one he never gets to think! But the Printer's Devil with his pail and pattens; that is a thing I should have liked very well to see with you!— Ah me; it is late, and I am a tired man.
Well, certainly I will “take notice [two words illegible],”—if I but knew what that beautiful Hieroglyp1 might mean! Is it “On Saturday,” or “O my Fly”? I will suppose it the former, tho' against probability by the eye; and be alert accordingly.
Goethe is decidedly intelligible; but only by real continuous nobleness of effort, greater than the most are fit for; at times one begins almost to despair of him!
Good night to Addiscombe and you; let the big “Shadow of the Earth which goes beyond the moon”2 wrap you all safely; and may the “spotted Moseleys” be far!
Chelsea, Friday night