I grieved that the good Clough, the generous, susceptible scholar, should die. I read over his Bothie again, full of the wine of youth at Oxford. I delight in Matthew Arnold’s fine criticism in two little books. Give affectionate remembrances from me to Jane Carlyle, whom —–’s happiness and accurate reporting restored to me in brightest image.
Always faithfully yours,
R.W.
Emerson
CLXX. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 8 March, 1864
Dear Emerson,—This will be delivered to you by the Hon. Lyulph Stanley, an excellent, intelligent young gentleman whom I have known ever since his infancy,—his father and mother being among my very oldest friends in London; “Lord and Lady Stanley of Alderley” (not of Knowesley, but a cadet branch of it), whom perhaps you did not meet while here.
My young Friend is coming to look with his own eyes at your huge and hugely travailing Country;—and I think will agree with you, better than he does with me, in regard to that latest phenomenon. At all events, he regards “Emerson” as intelligent Englishmen all do; and you will please me much by giving him your friendliest reception and furtherance,—which I can certify that he deserves for his own sake, not counting mine at all.
Probably he may deliver you the Vol. IV. of Frederic; he will tell you our news (part of which, what regards my poor Wife, is very bad, though God be thanked not yet the worst);—and, in some six months, he may bring me back some human tidings from Concord, a place which always inhabits my memory,—though it is so dumb latterly!
Yours ever,
T. Carlyle
CLXXI. Emerson to Carlyle
Concord, 26 September, 1864