_Allons._
My Papers here are in a state of distraction, state of despair!
I see not what is to become of them and me.
Yours ever truly,
T. Carlyle
My Wife arose without headache on Monday morning; but feels
still a good deal beaten;--has not had "such a headache" for
several years.
CXXXVII. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, Friday [23 June, 1848]
Dear Emerson,--I forgot to say, last night, that you are to dine
with us on Sunday; that after our call on the Lady Harriet* we
will take a stroll through the Park, look at the Sunday
population, and find ourselves here at five o'clock for the
above important object. Pray remember, therefore, and no excuse!
In haste.
Yours ever truly,
T. Carlyle
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* Lady Ashburton
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CXXXVIII. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 6 December, 1848
Dear Emerson,--We received your Letter* duly, some time ago, with
many welcomes; and have as you see been too remiss in answering
it. Not from forgetfulness, if you will take my word; no, but
from many causes, too complicated to articulate, and justly
producing an indisposition to put pen to paper at all! Never was
I more silent than in these very months; and, with reason too,
for the world at large, and my own share of it in small, are both
getting more and more unspeakable with any convenience! In
health we of this household are about as well as usual;--and look
across to the woods of Concord with more light than we had,
realizing for ourselves a most mild and friendly picture there.
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