uncertain and chaotic in all points except his _outer breeding,_
which is fixed enough, and _perfect_ according to the modern
English style. I rather dread explosions in his history. A
_big,_ fierce, weeping, hungry man; not a strong one. _Ay de
mi!_ But I must end, I must end. Your Letter awakened in me,
while reading it, one mad notion. I said to myself: Well, if I
live to finish this Frederic impossibility, or even to fling it
fairly into the fire, why should not I go, in my old days, and
see Concord, Yankeeland, and that man again, after all!--Adieu,
dear friend; all good be with you and yours always.

--T. Carlyle




CLIV. Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 11 March, 1854

My Dear Carlyle,--The sight of Mr. Samuel Laurence, the day
before yesterday, in New York, and of your head among his
sketches, set me on thinking which had some pain where should be
only cheer. For Mr. Laurence I hailed his arrival, on every
account. I wish to see a good man whom you prize; and I like to
have good Englishmen come to America, which, of all countries,
after their own, has the best claim to them. He promises to come
and see me, and has begun most propitiously in New York. For
you,--I have too much constitutional regard and ---, not to feel
remorse for my short-comings and slow-comings, and I remember the