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"The Correspondence of Thomas Carlyle and Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1834-1872, Vol II."

Pure genuine Saxon;
strong and simple; of a clearness, of a beauty--But they did
not, sometimes, rightly stick to their foregoers and their
followers: the paragraph not as a beaten ingot, but as a
beautiful square _bag of duck-shot_ held together by canvas! I
will try them again, with the Book deliberately before me.--There
are also one or two utterances about "Jesus," "immortality," and
so forth, which will produce wide-eyes here and there. I do not
say it was wrong to utter them; a man obeys his own Daemon in
these cases as his supreme law. I dare say you are a little
bored occasionally with "Jesus," &c.,--as I confess I myself am,
when I discern what a beggarly Twaddle they have made of all
that, what a greasy Cataplasm to lay to their own poltrooneries;-
-and an impatient person may exclaim with Voltaire, in serious
moments: "_Au nom de Dieu, ne me parlez plus de cet homme-la!_
I have had enough of him;--I tell you I am alive too!"
Well, I have scribbled at a great rate; regardless of Time's
flight!--My Wife thanks many times for M.


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