If it please Heaven, the like shall not
occur again. "Ohone Arooh!" as the Irish taught me to say,
"Ohone Arooh!"
The fact is, my life has been black with care and toil,--labor
above board and far worse labor below;--I have hardly had a
heavier year (overloaded too with a kind of "health" which may be
called frightful): to "burn my own smoke" in some measure, has
really been all I was up to; and except on sheer immediate
compulsion I have not written a word to any creature.--
Yesternight I finished the last of these extraordinary
_Pamphlets;_ am about running off somewhither into the deserts,
of Wales or Scotland, Scandinavia or still remoter deserts;--and
my first signal of revived reminiscence is to you.
Nay I have not at any time forgotten you, be that justice done
the unfortunate: and though I see well enough what a great deep
cleft divides us, in our ways of practically looking at this
world,--I see also (as probably you do yourself) where the rock-
strata, miles deep, unite again; and the two poor souls are at
one.
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