I write in utmost
haste. But am always, dear Emerson,
Yours sincerely,
T. Carlyle
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* "Society and Solitude."
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CLXXXIII. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 6 April, 1870
Dear Emerson,--The day before yesterday your welcome Letter came
to hand, with the welcome news in it; yesterday I put into my
poor Document here the few words still needed; locked everything
into its still repository (your Letter, President Eliot's,
Norton's, &c., &c.); and walked out into the sunshine, piously
thankful that a poor little whim, which had long lain fondly in
my heart, had realized itself with an emphasis I could never
hope, and was become (thanks to generous enthusiasm on New
England's part) a beautiful little fact, lying done there, so far
as I had to do with it. Truly your account of matters threw a
glow of _life_ into my thoughts which is very rare there now;
altogether a gratifying little Transaction to me,--and I must add
a surprising, for the enthusiasm of good-will is evidently great,
and the occasion is almost infinitesimally small! Well, well;
it is all finished off and completed,--(you can tell Mr.
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