Alas, alas, the Future for us is not to be made of
_butter,_ as the Platforms prophesy; I think it will be harder
than steel for some ages! No noble age was ever a soft one, nor
ever will or can be.--Your beautiful curious little discourse
(report of a discourse) about the English was sent me by Neuberg;
I thought it, in my private heart, one of the best words (for
_hidden_ genius lodged in it) I had ever heard; so sent it to
the _Examiner,_ from which it went to the _Times_ and all the
other Papers: an excellent sly little word.
Clough has gone to Italy; I have seen him twice,--could not
manage his hexameters, though I like the man himself, and
hope much of him. "Infidelity" has broken out in Oxford
itself,--immense emotion in certain quarters in consequence,
virulent outcries about a certain "Sterling Club," altogether
a secular society!
Adieu, dear Emerson; I had much more to say, but there is no
room. O, forgive me, forgive me all trespasses,--and love me
what you can!
Yours ever,
T. Carlyle
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