January 1835-June 1836

The Collected Letters, Volume 8


TC TO LEIGH HUNT; 6 April 1835; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18350406-TC-JHLH-01; CL 8:88-89.


[ca. 6 April 1835]

My Dear Sir,

I had thought of sending over to you for a loan of these two belligerent Captains;1 the more welcome to me is your gift; for which, many kind thanks. I read the book over last night, without rising (sedens sede in uno [at one sitting]). What Aristotle and The Schlegels or even the British Able Editors might say of it I know not; but to me it seemed to be a real Song, and to go dancing with real heartiness and rhythm in a very handsome way, thro' a most complex matter.— To me you are infinitely too kind; but it is a fault I will not quarrel with.

Here are two wall-flowers, pledge of the Spring, and of Hope. Why do you not come to see me? Depend upon it, whatever hinders is most probably a mistake or an absurdity.

Jeffrey is in Town; he that was Francis and is my Lord,—somewhat of the Francis having oozed out (I fear) in the interim. He “will with the greatest pleasure” come hither to meet you some night.2 Will you come? That is to say, will you actually come?— Pray do not promise if it is to embarrass you.

Depend on the goodwill and perfect trust and esteem of both me and mine. I know you do care for it.

Always most truly, /

T. Carlyle—