everlasting snows of Himmalayah, the Earth shrinking to a Planet,
and the indigo firmament sowing itself with daylight stars; easy
for _you,_ for me: but whither does it lead? I dread always, To
inanity and mere injuring of the lungs!--"Stamp, Stamp, Stamp!"--
Well, I do believe, for one thing, a man has no right to say to
his own generation, turning quite away from it, "Be damned!" It
is the whole Past and the whole Future, this same cotton-spinning,
dollar-hunting, canting and shrieking, very wretched generation
of ours. Come back into it, I tell you;--and so for the present
will "stamp" no more....

Adieu, my friend; I must not add a word more. My Wife is out on
a visit; it is to bring her back that I am now setting forth for
Suffolk. I hope to see Ely too, and St. Ives, and Huntingdon,
and various _Cromwelliana._ My blessings on the Concord
Household now and always. Commend me expressly to your Wife and
your Mother. Farewell, dear friend.

--T. Carlyle




LXXIX. Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 15 October, 1842

My Dear Carlyle,--I am in your debt for at least two letters
since I sent you any word. I should be well content to receive
one of these stringent epistles of bark and steel and mellow wine