July-December 1858

The Collected Letters, Volume 34


TC TO JOHN FERGUS ; 28 October 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18581028-TC-JFE-01; CL 34: 229


Chelsea, 28 Octr, 1858—

Dear Mr Fergus,

One bounty follows another; there appears to be no end of some people's goodness! Scarcely was the Missive about the Whiskey got under way, when a new Shippers Wagon appeared in this astonished Street; and disembarked from it two huge Barrels,—which stand now safe down stairs, and were found to contain solid provision, as the former package had done liquid,—ample stock of Fife Potatoes, namely, and a sack of do new oatmeal. The taste of these articles, I do think, will be pleasant and salutary both to soul and body!— In sober prose truth, we feel all this to be very kind; and are much gratified by such remembrance from an old friend. In my own name and that of another, I am to send you many thanks again,—as if that were some kind of payment.

London is fast filling again with its motley populations: the weather is sometimes sharp, sometimes again dirty (as today); but oftenest beautiful, with its pale sunshine amid the red leaves, in a world all fallen silent;—beautiful, tho' earnest nearly sad; like a serene old-age among us mortals.

Believe me /Yours always sincerely

T. Carlyle