July-December 1855

The Collected Letters, Volume 30


TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG ; 12 September 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550912-TC-JN-01; CL 30: 60-61


Addiscombe Farm, Croydon12 Septr, 1855—

Dear Neuberg,

Your Letter reaches me here this morning. I am very sorry to hear of your being afflicted in that way. You must be quiet I believe, and attentive to your regimen. The root of the complaint is always in the liver. I suppose a blue-pill or two might have beneficial effects. Nay the thing itself is often regarded as beneficial:—Frederick had annually some business of that kind; and regarded it as a crisis turning him into the right path for the months coming.

I have remained steadily here, my Wife going and coming, as the practical arrangements demand her. In general I am lonely as La Trappe, or even more so, for there is but one La Trappist here, and the very eyes are kept incommunicative; on the other hand I have plenty of Voltaire Literature, fit to yield en[d]less1 reflexions, were there no other source of such; and every day, or nearly so, I have one of the finest rides, thro' these green lanes, over these green commons, still as beautiful as in summer. My little horse I praise greatly; an excellent, intelligent, swift and diligent little quadruped;—does me most useful service here. What with exercise, what with being “well let alone,” I sometimes feel as if I were really better:—of course I am, whether perceptibly or not.

I have not yet set any day for coming back to my desk and garret; fancy it may be about the end of next week;2—you shall have the Horse, however, when you like to speak: always remember that.

On Saturday evg and Sunday evg next I partly purpose to be at Chelsea: if you are well enough for a Sunday evg's expedition, perhaps you will try? Yours always truly

T. Carlyle