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

And if so, I should say, Why not come at once,
even as the Editor surmises? You will evidently do no other
considerable enterprise till this voyage to England is achieved.
Come therefore;--and we shall see; we shall hear and speak! I
do not know another man in all the world to whom I can _speak_
with clear hope of getting adequate response from him: if I
speak to you, it will be a breaking of my silence for the last
time perhaps,--perhaps for the first time, on some points!
_Allons._ I shall not always be so roadweary, lifeweary, sleepy,
and stony as at present. I even think there is yet another Book
in me; "Exodus from Houndsditch" (I think it might be called),
a peeling off of fetid _Jewhood_ in every sense from myself and
my poor bewildered brethren: one other Book; and, if it were a
right one, rest after that, the deeper the better, forevermore.
_Ach Gott!_--
Hedge is one of the sturdiest little fellows I have come across
for many a day. A face like a rock; a voice like a howitzer;
only his honest kind gray eyes reassure you a little.


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