TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG ; 17 July 1852; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18520717-TC-JN-01; CL 27: 171-172
TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG
Chelsea, 17 july, 1852—
My Wife is writing to you; and permits me a corner in the envelope, and a fraction of the weight,—whh I make use of, as usual, to fling old books about your ears!— I am getting clear benefit out of that last lot, concerning which I already wrote to you. Büsching is a most authentic tho' a rather dreary man, and his Book is the faithfullest anatomical preparation of the character of Fk. Nicolai's other Nos, I must try to get: he is clearly worth all the regiment of anekdotenjäger [anecdote hunters]; *(see above, inserting)1—an uncertain Anecdotist is intolerable Seyffarth (that broken History-Book) will be very useful; and is really “as good as new,” for the Test itself seems worth nothing, and the Beylagen [Appendices] (some of them) are extremely curious.2— — I am well stored with material now, if only there were any chance of ever getting it manufactured into anything!
Our house is full of masons, joiners, plumbers &c &c and like to be for a long while; the heat too is intense, tho' the air is always brisk; and in the country, I can see, all wd be beautiful. I design accordingly to fly,—off to Scotland, by the Dundee Steamer either of Wednesday first or Wedy second; there I will try to hold out till towards the middle of August (my wife continuing here as Baudirectorin [building manager], with short runs into the country),—after which the German speculation will rise in all its majesty again! Oh that I had wings,—instead of only feet, and distracted screaming railways, sleepless hôtels, and the fatal &c! However, if I ever mean to do anything with Frk, it is absolutely necessary I shd try to go; and the sooner the better for the practical effects of it, of course. We by no means fling down the enterprise; only we are weak, we are weary, lazy too—alas, alas!
Friend Lalor3 (“work of the devil”) has written a Book, and sent me a Copy, with dedication,4 with magnanimous Letter: all very well indeed; to whh I have answered with brief deep bows:—a noisy Irish soul, I see; too noisy. Yours ever truly
*There is no doubt of Büsching having had that very Schöning5 in his hand; and it has now come with him to Chelsea: certainly the strangest thing ever befel me in Book buying!—
The best Address is Chelsea as heretofore.