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"The Correspondence of Thomas Carlyle and Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1834-1872, Vol II."

Germanus's old "College" (Fourteen
Hundred years of age or so) and also not far from _Merthyr
Tydvil,_ Cyclops' Hell, sootiest and horridest avatar of the
Industrial Mammon I had ever anywhere seen; went through the
Severn Valley; at Bath stayed a night with Landor (a proud and
high old man, who charged me with express remembrances for you);
saw Tennyson too, in Cumberland, with his new Wife; and other
beautiful recommendable and 'questionable things;--and was
dreadfully tossed about, and torn almost to tatters by the
manifold brambles of my way: and so at length am here, a much-
lamed man indeed! Oh my Friend, have tolerance for me, have
sympathy with me; you know not quite (I imagine) what a burden
mine is, or perhaps you would find this duty, which you always
do, a little easier done! Be happy, be busy beside your still
waters, and think kindly of me there. My nerves, health I call
them, are in a sad state of disorder: alas, that is nine tenths
of all the battle in this world. Courage, courage!--My Wife
sends salutations to you and yours.


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