January-October 1859

The Collected Letters, Volume 35


TC TO W. M. THACKERAY ; 20 October 1859; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18591020-TC-WMT-01; CL 35: 237-236


October 20, 1859.

DEAR THACKERAY,—Right gladly I would if only I could, but I can yet bethink me of nothing in the least likely.1 Indeed I am so crushed to death amid Prussian rubbish these long years past, I have nearly lost the power of thinking in any form, and am possessed by one sad futile ghost of a thought. How am I to get out of this cursed thing alive? If ever I do live to get out of it and find the Thackeray magazine and editor still lively, then!2

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W. M. Thackeray to Thomas Carlyle, 16 October [1859]

Courtesy of the National Library of Scotland


Meanwhile I do not quite give the matter up—your matter I mean—as desperate. And if any possibility do offer, be sure I will lay hold of it. With prayers for the new periodical and you, yours ever, T. CARLYLE.