July 1836-December 1837

The Collected Letters, Volume 9


TC TO JOHN STUART MILL; 25 November 1836; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18361125-TC-JSM-01; CL 9:92-93.


Chelsea, Friday [25 November 1836].

My dear Mill,

The seemingly subdued Cold I had that day you saw me rallied next day, thro' my imprudence; became worse than ever; and was only beaten back to its old distance with difficulty and time. Yesterday's was my first venture out: today, in the frost-fog I must sit still.— The Diamond N. is to be printed entire, this month, I think. The rest of my work makes rather shabby progress, in present circumstances.

Poor Cavaignac has had a heavy misfortune: a beloved sister, qui[te une]xpectedly to him, is just dead; his mother left alone, and he held cap[tive]. I have not seen him; he writes me a Note of grim brevity: the poor Sister, who [was] here in Autumn, was a person one remembered. I am very sorry for them all. The Mother, it seems, is coming over hither; to live here.

Can you, without much trouble, get me a frank for the enclosed?1 It has lain imprisoned, with myself, these four days; my Frankers are inaccessible to me, so long as frost-fog and face-ake hold,—ill-matched pair!

How does your head stand it? Shall I not see you soon?

Ever faithfully Your's /

T. Carlyle.

I break seal to say that Leigh Hunt is extremely willing to write; and will produce a list of subjects forthwith. The thing he seemed to regard as most promising at the time we spoke was a Review of some new Edition which Lord Wharncliffe2 is bringing of Lady Mary Wo[r]tly Montague.3 He would stand by that, if you liked it. He knows all the period as far as Books can teach one; and is fond of what is in it. In fact I know not what Hunt would deliberately undertake that he would not render worth reading. His peculiar views he volunteers to keep entirely out of sight. I should say, Try him. You should see him, and fix on the best kind of trial.

A Bungle!