--To all which Margaret listened with much good
nature; though of course with sad reflections not a few.*--She
is coming back to us, she promises. Her dialect is very
vernacular,--extremely exotic in the London climate. If she do
not gravitate too irresistibly towards that class of New-Era
people (which includes whatsoever we have of prurient, esurient,
morbid, flimsy, and in fact pitiable and unprofitable, and is at
a sad discount among men of sense), she may get into good tracks
of inquiry and connection here, and be very useful to herself and
others. I could not show her Alfred (he has been here since) nor
Landor: but surely if I can I will,--that or a hundred times as
much as that,--when she returns.--They tell me you are about
collecting your Poems. Well, though I do not approve of rhyme at
all, yet it is impossible Emerson in rhyme or prose can put down
any thought that was in his heart but I should wish to get into
mine. So let me have the Book as fast as may be. And do others
like it if you will take circumbendibuses for sound's sake! And
excuse the Critic who seems to you so unmusical; and say, It is
the nature of beast! Adieu, dear Friend: write to me, write
to me.
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