The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO C. G. DUFFY ; 27 July 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500727-TC-CGD-01; CL 25: 127-128


Chelsea, 27 july, 1850—

Dear Duffy,—The enclosed Note—otherwise a model in its way, brings me in mind of poor old Ireland; and of this time twelvemonth on the street of Stranorlar where I saw you last. Take the Note, therefore; and a transient sincere blessing from me along with it. Look at “p. 17,” however, if you chance to have it within reach; and then let us lift up both our hands, and bless the anonymous Coleraine friend.1

These Pamphlets are now out of my hands; thank God. The last of them is waiting for August in the Printer's or Publisher's hands; and that ugly piece of work, like some others, has been got into the rear. Such a universal howl of astonishment, indignation, and condemnation seldom rose around a poor man before. Voice of the “universal dogkennel”: “Whaf-thaf! Bow-wow!”—no human response hitherto, or hardly any;*—but that also will come so far as needful, I have no doubt.

My poor liver is gone almost to destruction with all this, and with the summer heats and other fell etceteras. I seldom in my life felt more entirely worn down; I am now straight for the country,—Glamorganshire (S. Wales) most likely, there to lie perfectly silent for some three weeks; and after that, Scotland &c &c perhaps for a good long while.

Your “Tenant Agitation” looms out very big on me; and I must say it wears a more business-like aspect than any of the previous “agitations”:—and, I could fancy, may give work to all the “authorities” (on your side of the water and ours) for a generation or two to come!2 Yes, that is the heart of the matter: and a terrific universe of “work” lies there before we get to a solution of it! Cosa fatta ha capo [This kind of thing has an end]; to end, one must begin; that is true too. SUAVITER IN MODO,3 then; and good be with you! Yours ever truly

T. Carlyle

*Thank your Nation critic, however: the news of such insight on his part was really welcome4