July-December 1858

The Collected Letters, Volume 34


TC TO JOSEPH NEUBERG ; 25 August 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580825-TC-JN-01; CL 34: 157-158


Hamburg / Streits' Hotel 25. Augst 1858.

Dear Neuberg

We arrived here yesterday at 4 p.m after a rather frightful voyage & were met by your dextrous & excellent friend M. Rosval.1 If you wish to know what paroxysm of debitations your second letter threw me into, you may send for a letter I wrote last night to your address Hotel de Bavière Leipzic.

But in the silence of the vigilant night it has now become manifest to me, that my second letter must have arrived before you came away;—that you are not come away at all; & that last night's letter to Leipzic may be safely left to take its travels into infinite space.

The decision I arrive at this morning is; That Foxton & I proceed direct according to our original destination, this day about noon towards Stralsund—arrive in those neighbourhoods on Friday evening, & there wait news of you—nay a definite approximation from you since you are so good as join us in that prompt manner. We fancy we can bathe in the seas of Rügen for a a2 few days, at all events want better there than elsewhere to prepare for the grand tour. My idea is, that you should come at once, at least to Berlin,—if not to Stralsund or Rügen itself:—after which we constitute you Palinurus3 of the enterprize; and all goes straight von Statten [from Stettin]. Enough: I write in difficult circumstances dictating while I wash & dress to Foxton who is kind enough to hold the pen.4 He cordially greets you as do I. Glück auf den Reise [Good luck for the journey]!

On the whole, come directly, dear Ng; that is, as soon (and as far) as you can. I will write nothing more till I see your Letter at Usedom's;—of whh, once more, this was to be the Address

via Baron v. Usedom

Carsitz, Insel Rügen,


Rosdal knows of our movements, and has been extremely kind;—proposed even a “telegraphic question to Leipzig” (as to your being come thither): but that I now see to be superfluous

Yours ever truly /

T. Carlyle