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October 1833-December 1834


The Collected Letters, Volume 7


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TC TO HENRY INGLIS; 30 January 1834; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18340130-TC-HI-01; CL 7:91-93.


TC TO HENRY INGLIS

Craigenputtoch, 30th Jany 1834—

My Dear Sir,

Here are your Books back again, with many thanks. I send them (with some others) by W. Tait, or rather to him; and hope he will deliver them duly. There are:

Beaumarchais 7 voll.
Bassompierre 3
Georgel 1
Cagliostro &c 2,

all uninjured at this moment.1

I am very glad to see (by Bassompierre) that you have Petitot's Collection of Mémoires; in which are many excellent things. Some one told me farther that you had the Collection of Mémoires sur la Révolution; a kind of continuation of Petitot: will you tell me whether it is so? I have read a great portion of them within the last two years: but there are still several that I wish to see. The Mémoires of Madame Du Hausset2 (perhaps in Petitot, however) are of that number.

The Recueil about the Diamond Necklace3 is coming to me from Paris; to be here one of these days. By the kindness of another friend; for I am obliged at present to levy black mail on all my friends, in that particular. What is bad, I have quite finished my scribble about that Necklace, and laid it in the drawer, many weeks ago now: après diner la moutarde [the mustard after dinner].

What I want from you chiefly in the Book way, at this hour, if your goodness be not yet exhausted, is a Copy of Heyne's Homer; the large one, I mean; for there are two.4 I have actually begun to peruse and study the old Singer in his own dialect; and in spite of all industry find difficulties enough. There is also an English Essay on Homer by Blackwell, a Book about 60 or 70 years old, which I should like to see. Payne Knight, Price &c all on the same subject are likewise unknown to me, or nearly so. Above all, the German Voss; best of the whole and perhaps worth the whole: but I doubt you have it not.5 Will you, like an encourager of the Arts and Sciences, magnanimously see what you can do for me? If nothing, I shall still feel grateful for the wish.— “Care of Mr M'Kie Bookseller, Dumfries,” and left with Oliver & Boyd: if left on Monday, or Tuesday-morning, a Parcel reaches me in that way without delay.

Here is a whole Letter full enough of Self, and the wants of Self. However, you have the satisfaction of knowing that were I a King you should be—. —In any case the luxury of doing a little good,6 such as it is, cannot be stolen from you.

We have heard no whisper of Hunt these many months. Your notice of Hunt junior was news; for it seemed too possible something had got wrong. Poor Leigh has the toughest battle to fight; is never up till he is down again. The Battle must last too till—Night! God help him; and us.

You did not come at Christmas; you did not send a Letter; you did not &c &c. I begin to apprehend, you are a faithless fellow, like the rest.

Carfrae's Catalogue7 indicates a wealth in rare Literature, enough to make him one's envy. Delightful task, to be the means under Providence of distributing such fascicles of curious knowledge,—“with a vast o'plates” too!

My Dame is sitting by me: she cordially salutes you and yours.— If you ever see Moir tell him he must not entirely forget me.— God bless you, my dear Heinrich!

T. Carlyle—