--
Bostonian Prescott is here, infinitely _lionized_ by a mob of
gentlemen; I have seen him in two places or three (but forbore
speech): the Johnny-cake is good, the twopence worth of currants
in it too are good; but if you offer it as a bit of baked
Ambrosia, _Ach Gott!_--
Adieu, dear Emerson, forgive, and love me a little.
Yours ever,
T. Carlyle
CXLIII. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 14 November, 1850
Dear Emerson,--You are often enough present to my thoughts; but
yesterday there came a little incident which has brought you
rather vividly upon the scene for me. A certain "Mr. ---" from
Boston sends us, yesterday morning by post, a Note of yours
addressed to Mazzini, whom he cannot find; and indicates that he
retains a similar one addressed to myself, and (in the most
courteous, kindly, and dignified manner, if Mercy prevent not) is
about carrying it off with him again to America! To give Mercy a
chance, I by the first opportunity get under way for Morley's
Hotel, the address of Mr. ---; find there that Mr.
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