candlestick

1854-June 1855


The Collected Letters, Volume 29


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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 16 May 1854; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18540516-TC-JAC-01; CL 29: 99-100


TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE

Chelsea, 16 May 1854

My dear Brother,—I will at once return you my Draught of the Inscription:1 I have a kind of pious threep in me to do it this day,—the very first work I do in my new upstairs room, whither they flitted up my things yesterday, and sent me to my task this morning. I have sat in serious enough mood (as you may fancy), considering it this long while up and down. What already stands on the Stone is rather confusing, and does not give a good basis for the new record. If there is room for this, and you like it at all, it seems to myself, for the present, admissible. Any corrections or suggestions from your fresh mind will be apt to be improvements. Do your faithfullest in regard to it,—make another altogether, omit &c, exactly as you find fittest;—and I shall be well satisfied. I find (judging from the Inscription to our Father) you can do witht ascertaining the absolute day; but do not give it up till the impossibility is become evident.— I have only to propose farther that you and I (without any other) bear the little expence of this Inscription jointly, if you will not give it up to me altogether as to the Eldest. No other should be concerned in it. And so now pray get forward with it; and let us expect to talk of it as a thing done against the time you come up in June.

I know not how I am to get on here: everything is yet strange to me, and I feel as if whirled by angry elements to this lofty solitary point,—apart from all fellow creatures whatsoever. I am not yet hefted, but doubt not I shall be before long. The place is far enough from being absolutely deaf, as promised: but it is certainly very quiet, beyond all other rooms (the squirting of my pen, and some rumbling of the east wind overhead, are all I hear at this moment); at worst, there is hardly the 20th or 30th part of any sharp sound that gets in to me, the softer being all killed in their road;—and as for light, it is perfectly superb, extremely comfortable for failing eyes.2 I am getting my walls covered with maps (a free wall of my own!), which maps I can read, in this illumination, with the naked eye:—for the rest, I hope to have a comfortable pipe with you in it, on occasion, & the first very shortly!— I must not enter upon news at all; have got to write a word to Jean today too. Give my cordial regards to Phoebe; and send me another Note soon.

Yours ever /

T. Carlyle