Clough I prize at a high rate,
the man and his poetry, but write not. Wilkinson I thought a man
of prodigious talent, who somehow held it and so taught others to
hold it cheap, as we do one of those bushel-basket memories which
school-boys and school-girls often show,--and we stop their
mouths lest they be troublesome with their alarming profusion.
But there is no need of beginning to count the long catalogue.
Kindest, kindest remembrance to my benefactress, also in your
house, and health and strength and victory to you.
Your affectionate,
Waldo Emerson
CXLVI. Carlyle to Emerson
Great Malvern, Worcestershire, 25 August, 1851
Dear Emerson,--Many thanks for your Letter, which found me here
about a week ago, and gave a full solution to my bibliopolic
difficulties. However sore your eyes, or however taciturn your
mood, there is no delay of writing when any service is to be done
by it! In fact you are very good to me, and always were, in all
manner of ways; for which I do, as I ought, thank the Upper
Powers and you.
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