TC TO LEIGH HUNT ; 3 January 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580103-TC-JHLH-01; CL 33: 146-147
TC TO LEIGH HUNT
Chelsea, 3 jany 1858
I received your kind Note; which was very welcome to me,—the handwriting on the cover was like the knock of and1 old Friend at the door. By a later post, the same day, the Magazine arrived; for which you must report me much obliged to Mr Moran.2
I am crushed down with contemptible overwhelming labour this long time; scarcely able to keep alive under it at all;—at it night and day for 18 months past, cut off from the cheerful face of my fellow creatures, and almost from the light of the Sun at this season.3 To rummage 100 wagonloads of contemptible marine-stores, and weld out of them a malleable bar of any kind: it is such a job, now in my old days, as was never laid on me before;—and, what perhaps is worst of all, I intrinsically set no value on the beggarly enterprise; and have only one wish or hope about it, that poor I had done with it, forever and a day! There is at last fair prospect that I shall be out of the First Part, taliter qualiter [somehow or other], in May coming.
Mr Moran, or any friend of yours, may have half an hour of me, whenever he resolves to send up your Card. If he wait till May, he may find me (it is to be hoped) a much saner man than now:—but he may take his choice. I remain ever
Dear Hunt / Yours sincerely / T. Carlyle