do
with "Semitic tradition" and the "dust-hole of extinct
Socinianism," George-Sandism, and the Twaddle of a thousand
Magazines? Thor and his Hammer, even, seem to me a little more
respectable; at least, "My dear Sir, endeavor to clear your mind
of Cant." Oh, we are all sunk, much deeper than any of us
imagines. And our worship of "beautiful sentiments," &c., &c. is
as contemptible a form of long-ears as any other, perhaps the
most so of any. It is in fact damnable.--We will say no more of
it at present. Hedge came to me with tall lank Chapman at his
side,--an innocent flail of a creature, with considerable impetus
in him: the two when they stood up together looked like a circle
and tangent,--in more senses than one.

Jacobson, the Oxford Doctor, who welcomed your Concord Senator in
that City, writes to me that he has received (with blushes, &c.)
some grand "Gift for his Child" from that Traveler; whom I am
accordingly to thank, and blush to,--Jacobson not knowing his
address at present. The "address" of course is still more
unknown to _me_ at present: but we shall know it, and the man it
indicates, I hope, again before long. So, much for that.

And now, dear Emerson, Adieu. Will your next Letter tell us the
_when?_ O my Friend! We are here with Quakers, or Ex-Quakers
rather; a very curious people, "like water from the crystal
well"; in a very curious country too, most beautiful and very
ugly: but why write of it, or of anything more, while half
asleep and lotos-eating! Adieu, my Friend; come soon, and let
us meet again under this Sun.

Yours,
T. Carlyle

CXXV. Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 30 September, 1847

My Dear Carlyle,--The last steamer brought, as ever, good tidings
from you, though certainly from a new habitat, at Leeds, or near
it. If Leeds will only keep you a little in its precinct, I will
search for you there; for it is one of the parishes in the
diocese which Mr. Ireland and his friends have carved out for me
on the map of England.

I have taken a berth in the packet-ship "Washington Irving,"
which leaves Boston for Liverpool next week, 5 October; having
decided, after a little demurring and advising, to follow my
inclination in shunning the steamer. The owners will almost take
oath that their ship cannot be out of a port twenty days. At
Liverpool and Manchester I shall take advice of Ireland and his
officers of the "Institutes," and perhaps shall remain for so