This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908. Excerpt: ... so forth; but not to-night. One thing is certain:--like another friend of yours, " I have no genius," not a whit: yet I have planted myself at my desk, and almost sworn that there I will sit during my three free hours, every morning, with no book before me, nor other instrument but pen and paper, that whether bright or stupid, sick or sicker, 1 may write something, or undergo the pain of total idleness, whichever I prefer! This is surely what you call the Post sublime, or something better. Next time I will tell you all concerning it. When will you write to me? And when--when am I to see you? Never? Well, God bless you, my dear friend! Whether seeing you or not seeing you, I am always yours, Thomas Carlyle. Letter 33 Miss Welsh to T. Carlyle, Edinburgh Haddington, Friday, 6th Dec., 1822.' My Dear Friend,--Write to me whenever you have headache: it makes you the most amusing of human beings. Poor Petrarca! as long as I live I shall not see a snuff-box without thinking of him! I am glad you do not like his " puffing and sighing ": I never could endure it.--Many thanks for Werner, of which I might never have heard in this barbarous borough. Is it not a masterly performance? He is my own matchless Byron after all!--You wish to be acquainted with the arrangements of my time: well then, attend. I rise at nine (a VOL. 1--8 promising beginning!), till ten I dress, breakfast, and play with Shandy or my reticule; from ten till two I read Rollin,--I cannot say with all my heart; but with all my understanding, referring as often as occasion is, to my ancient maps and Classical Dictionary. I have felt the want of this dictionary,1 or something of the sort, for a great while; but before you mentioned it, I did not know of its existence. From two till four (our dinner h...
