1824- 1825

The Collected Letters, Volume 3


TC TO JOHN TAYLOR; 12 July 1824; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18240712-TC-JTA-01; CL 3:108-109.


4. Myddelton Terrace, Pentonville. / Monday [12 July 1824]—

My dear Sir,

I have revise[d] the proof of Schiller, and send it to you according to promise. Could you get me the remainder one of these days, it would be particularly convenient: I expect to leave Town before the end of the week.

Respecting the publication of this Schiller as a separate book, I wish to get some more definite ideas from you before my departure. There are some books which you promised to get me from Bohte, or through his agency—Schiller's letters to Dalberg,1 Joerden's poetical Lexicon Schiller,2 Grubers Wieland3 vol II. and in general all the Lives of Schiller which are to be had. Bohte4 seems a very civil person, and I doubt not will exert himself in the matter. Other works pertaining to the subject I hope I shall be able to collect by my own efforts.

In the mean time, while these things are in progress would you be so good as let me know on what footing I stand with you at present in regard to Schillers Life, and on what terms you are willing to make a separate publication of it. With respect to the latter point, I may state as a preliminary that I feel averse to publishing on the scheme of what is called Half profits, or to part with the copyright of the Book, however trivial it may be. I wish therefore you would say how much you can afford to give me for an edition—of 1000 copies or whatever number you like—free of all drawbacks and contingencies, to be paid or at least liquidated on the day of publication. The Book might have a portrait of Schiller: if augmented and put into shape, I think it might find a certain degree of circulation. The sooner you can let me hear of this, the better: I must have some arrangement on the subject before leaving town, and my time is now very limited. Bohte's books, in case we need them, may be transmitted afterwards.— In great haste,

I remain / My Dear Sir, / Most sincerely your's, /

Thomas Carlyle