We have
met only once; but hope (mutually, I flatter myself) it may be
often by and by. That hardy little fellow too, what has he to do
with "Semitic tradition" and the "dust-hole of extinct
Socinianism," George-Sandism, and the Twaddle of a thousand
Magazines? Thor and his Hammer, even, seem to me a little more
respectable; at least, "My dear Sir, endeavor to clear your mind
of Cant." Oh, we are all sunk, much deeper than any of us
imagines. And our worship of "beautiful sentiments," &c., &c. is
as contemptible a form of long-ears as any other, perhaps the
most so of any. It is in fact damnable.--We will say no more of
it at present. Hedge came to me with tall lank Chapman at his
side,--an innocent flail of a creature, with considerable impetus
in him: the two when they stood up together looked like a circle
and tangent,--in more senses than one.
Jacobson, the Oxford Doctor, who welcomed your Concord Senator in
that City, writes to me that he has received (with blushes, &c.)
some grand "Gift for his Child" from that Traveler; whom I am
accordingly to thank, and blush to,--Jacobson not knowing his
address at present.
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