The Collected Letters, Volume 26


TC TO JOHN STUART BLACKIE; 12 November 1851; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18511112-TC-JSB-01; CL 26: 228


Chelsea, 12 Novr, 1851—

Dear Blackie,

I am well pleased to hear your blithe voice again; and much obliged to Mrs B.1 and you for your favour to that poor Book you have been reading. It is certainly a very insignificant, but was a pious, and to me in some sort necessary little work. A work fit to be done during the universal Saturnalia of Fools which we held last year under the title of “Crystal Palace,” and “Industry” (read Wind-dust-ry) “of all Nations,” which brought loose upon me, do what I could against it, nearly all the Bores I had ever known in Nature, many of whom I thought had been long dead, and which [several words torn away] it lasted! Thank God, that madness is now done;—of Kossuth we have only now one week more; and then perhaps there will be a little quiet for some time. Perhaps: but, alas, the “Stump-Orator,” in all forms of him, is still busy, and has still much to do and destroy; and, on the whole, we cannot hope for much “quiet,” for a century or two yet, on this distracted Earth! Let us be all the more studious to keep ourselves quiet in such a condition of the outer elements: the former we can regulate a little; in the latter we can do nothing at all.

You were far out of order in not calling on me, last year, when you were so near. “Next summer,” if that good time do come, I hope to see a little more of you, according to my real claims in this case. By mere seniority I have now a considerable proportion of right in you; now when every year is making “[aul]d friends” more scar[ce] and valuable. A happy and [several words torn away] and you.

Yours every truly /

T. Carlyle