That is deliberately my opinion,--or far nearer it than you
will believe.
Once or twice I caught some tone of you in some American
Magazine; utterances highly noteworthy to me; in a sense, the
only thing that is _speech_ at all among my fellow-creatures in
this time. For the years that remain, I suppose we must continue
to grumble out some occasional utterance of that kind: what can
we do, at this late stage? But in the _real_ "Model Republic,"
it would have been different with two good boys of this kind!--
Though shattered and trampled down to an immense degree, I do not
think any bones are broken yet,--though age truly is here, and
you may engage your berth in the steamer whenever you like. In a
few months I expect to be sensibly improved; but my poor Wife
suffers sadly the last two winters; and I am much distressed by
that item of our affairs. Adieu, dear Emerson: I have lost many
things; let me not lose you till I must in some way!
Yours ever,
T. Carlyle
P.S. If you read the Newspapers (which I carefully abstain from
doing) they will babble to you about Dickens's "Separation from
Wife," &c.
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