TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 11 April 1854; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18540411-TC-JAC-01; CL 29: 63-64
TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE
Chelsea, 11 April, 1854—
My dear Brother,
There is not, I grieve to report, any trace of the October No (or indeed of any No) of the Westminster here: Jane sent one away to the Reichenbachs1 at Philadelphia, for the sake of an Article of Saffi's that was in it;2 this we conclude must be the missing No, and it is irrecoverable from our stock. I suppose the L.3 Library could send it? If you still specially want it, tell me, and I will endeavour to get hold of it somewhere. I well enough remember Froude's Article on Job;4 it was sufficiently heterodox (as all his are) in an indirect way; and had traces of ingenuity and serious reflexion; but did not seem to me to have hit the secret of Job, or to bring the Book into any clear condition, being indeed almost professedly built on second hand learning if on any.
Jane got a Copy, from somebody, of the “Esq. Advocate's”5 Pamphlet: a dirty scrubby-looking Piece; which lay about for several days; but I saw only the titlepage, hardly that; and now I suppose it has been sent up the chimney (by Anne,6 in her pyrotechnical operations); I supposed it to be worth rather less than nothing to me,—and the “product of a rude aage.”7 Poor souls, all!—
We long to hear what you have decided on as to Houses: Deanbie must be settled now? Is there anything else thereabouts in your eye?8
We go to Addiscombe (I think) this day week; for ten days: Sedgwick (Profr, Cambridge) is coming; the only name I yet hear,—not even it, tho' probably the best by far, has any the least interest to me. Mit den Andern kannst du's nie zurecht machen [With the others, you cannot do anything].
I think of flying up into my new room so soon as we get back: the light is excellt there, and the silent remoteness.— We had the Edinr Stoddarts9 here, who were speaking kindly about you. I wrote to Jean yesterday; also to Alick in Canada, last week. I have been all day boring over Büsching's Geography;10 think of that for spiritual nourishment.
Our weather is bright, but now grown very cold and easterly. I spoke to Pollock one day; he said, Had he not been so far advanced (2 years or so) when your Dante came out, he wd have stopt.—Good be with you and your Phoebe dear Brother.— Your affecte T. Carlyle