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

With such solitariness and
frigidities, you may judge I was glad to see Clough here, with
whom I had established some kind of robust working-friendship,
and who had some great permanent values for me. Had he not taken
me by surprise and fled in a night, I should have done what I
could to block his way. I am too sure he will not return. The
first months comprise all the shocks of disappointment that are
likely to disgust a new-comer. The sphere of opportunity opens
slowly, but to a man of his abilities and culture--rare enough
here--with the sureness of chemistry. The Giraffe entering Paris
wore the label, "Eh bien, messieurs, il n'y a qu'une bete de
plus!" And Oxonians are cheap in London; but here, the eternal
economy of sending things where they are wanted makes a
commanding claim. Do not suffer him to relapse into London. He
had made himself already cordially welcome to many good people,
and would have soon made his own place. He had just established
his valise at my house, and was to come--the gay deceiver--once a
fortnight for his Sunday; and his individualities and his
nationalities are alike valuable to me.


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