He invited us to take tea with him at Chelsea, where they now
reside. We were as much charmed with Mrs. C[arlyle] as with her
husband. She is a lovely woman with very simple & pleasing manners.
She is also very talented & accomplished, & how delightful it is to
see such modesty combined with such power to please. On Tuesday we
visit Chantrey's study with them. This morning Mr. Bentham, a nephew
of Jeremy's, called, & invited us to dine with them on Wednesday--We
may see the great potentate appear. Henry is petitioning for room to
write, & saying that I must retire, but I must tell you my dreams. A
few nights since I heard Samuel [Longfellow] preach for Dr. Nichols.
Last night I dreamt I was with my father & sisters, telling them of
all I had seen. I only went to America to make a call & tell you all
we had safely arrived, & was to return immediately. You will give
very much love to all for me. They must all write me, & their
letters shall be answered as speedily as possible. We leave here the
last of this week. I shall leave letters to be sent by the first
opportunity. George & Ann must not forget us.

Your ever affectionate

MARY.

The Carlyles are again mentioned in a letter written while crossing the
German Ocean.

STEAM SHIP, GERMAN OCEAN,
Thursday, June 11 [1835].

... We have some very pleasant passengers. A German lady with her
father and little girl. What a strange idea foreigners have of
America! This lady who appears very intelligent asked us if
_America_ was anything like _London_!! Then we have a German Prince
with huge mustachios; Clara played whist with him last evening! Oh
dear! I do not know as I shall be able to speak to you when I
return, I see so many lords and ladies! but in reality these lords
and ladies are not half as agreeable people as some of Henry's
literary friends. Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle have more genuine worth and
talent than half of the nobility in London. Mr. Carlyle's literary
fame is very high, and she is a very talented woman--but they are
people after my own heart--not the least pretension about them. Mrs.
Carlyle has a pin with Goethe's head upon it, which that great
author