April 1848-March 1849

The Collected Letters, Volume 23


TC TO ALEXANDER J. SCOTT ; 18 September 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480918-TC-AJS-01; CL 23: 112-113


The Grange, Alresford, Hants. 18 Septr, 1848—

Dear Scott,

Many thanks for the trouble you have taken about those poor pioneers of the new era who are now at task-work on the Sologne. I will transmit your information to the quarter where it is due; and when you receive any more it will be welcome to me for the same distinction. Mr Spedding, my Cumberland Correspondent, is deeply interested in that experiment; being anxious, along with me, to see some similar thing tried among ourselves,—that we too might begin endeavouring to “organise labour” at the point where it has so palpably fallen disorganic, and by the method of command and obedience, the only method that was ever yet found adequate for any “organisation” whatsoever in this poor world of ours!1 Pray do not neglect to send me word, whenever you get any farther light on the matter.

I am rejoiced to hear that you have some views towards settlement as a Permanent Teacher among us, on terms so fair as the University College is likely to offer. That will do excellently well, that Professorship, under which all manner of good didactic operations might be more or less included,—if you were once fairly in it. What is to be done to help you? Whatsoever lies in me you have at your command. The Electors, I fear, will hardly any of them be personally known to me; but try; if any of them is, I will personally solicit. At any rate I can write you a testimonial: that I will certainly do whenever you bid me. You have only to say when:—or perhaps it is as soon as I like, before the 10th of October?2—— We are here, in a very idle flurried condition (but capable of writing a Testimonial) for probably a week or ten days more: if before that term will do better than after, write a line to say so. But I partly hope to see you at Chelsea before the election time. I pilgrimed one day to Chester Place, a while ago, and found the bird flown.3

There is the bell jingling vehemently everywhere for “luncheon,” at which ceremony, tho' I eat nothing, it is my duty do be present in the body!

Yours ever truly /

T. Carlyle