Enough, enough on that score.
The Hotten who has got hold of you here is a dirty little pirate,
who snatches at everybody grown fat enough to yield him a bite
(paltry, unhanged creature); so that in fact he is a symbol to
you of your visible rise in the world here; and, with Conway's
vigilance to help, will do you good and not evil. Glad am I, in
any case, to see so much new spiritual produce still ripening
around you; and you ought to be glad, too. Pray Heaven you may
long _keep your right hand_ steady: you, too, I can perceive,
will never, any more than myself, learn to "write by dictation"
in a manner that will be supportable to you. I rejoice, also, to
hear of such a magnificent adventure as that you are now upon.
Climbing the backbone of America; looking into the Pacific Ocean
too, and the gigantic wonders going on there. I fear you won't
see Brigham Young, however? He also to me is one of the products
out there;--and indeed I may confess to you that the doings in
that region are not only of a big character, but of a great;--and
that in my occasional explosions against "Anarchy," and my
inextinguishable hatred of _it,_ I privately whisper to myself,
"Could any Friedrich Wilhelm, now, or Friedrich, or most perfect
Governor you could hope to realize, guide forward what is
America's essential task at present faster or more completely
than 'anarchic America' herself is now doing?" _Such_ "Anarchy"
has a great deal to say for itself,--(would to Heaven ours of
England had as much!)--and points towards grand _anti_-Anarchies
in the future; in fact, I can already discern in it huge
quantities of Anti-Anarchy in the "impalpable-powder" condition;
and hope, with the aid of centuries, immense things from it, in
my private mind!
Good Mrs.
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