candlestick

1826-1828


The Collected Letters, Volume 4


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TC TO HENRY INGLIS; August 1828; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18280800-TC-HI-01; CL 4:386-388.


TC TO HENRY INGLIS

[Early August 1828]

[First part of letter missing]

Shenstone's Letters.

Ritson's Works (Essay on Scotch Poetry, especially).

Tytler's History of Scotland (first vol. published lately)

Hailes' Annals.

Any and Every Life of Luther; one Semler has written largely of of him; but in what tongue (German or Latin) I know not.

Depping Histoire de l'Espagne.

Mignet Revolution Française.

Some half dozen volumes of this List1 will satisfy me for the present; neither is it any special matter which. Indeed if they cost you difficulty, do not mind them at all.

As to the sending of them hither, there is one Clark a Bookseller in George-street,2 who publishes the Foreign Review (not the Foreign Quarterly); in a short time he will have to transmit me No. 3. of that work: if you could send your parcel to him, they would come altogether. At worst, you can send them by any Dumfries carrier, or by the Mail; and if addressed: “Care of Mr Aitken,3 Academy-street, Dumfries,” they will not fail to find me. That Foreign Review will have an Article by me on “Goethe.” The “Gem of the Number” on Wieland was by one Moir4 an Advocate (I suppose, for I have not seen it): he is a very honest young man, of good parts; a student and translator of German.

Newspapers go free by Post for eight days after their publication; any curiosity of that sort is always welcome to me: I see only the Examiner; the Edinburgh Evening Post, and a Dumfries and a Glasgow Paper, all three equally vapid and stupid.

Next Edinr Review there will possibly enough be something by me—not on German;5 only that I am dull as a Barber's Block at present, and see not what I am to say.

This little Note is also about Books: you may throw it into the Penny Post office. Write very soon, and let me have large details.— My wife sends her kind regards, and would be glad to see you “at Tea on Wednesday Night”!6Eheu!

I am ever your's, /

T. Carlyle—