Still less in the case of Browning:  for Browning and his Wife did also write; I myself in the end of last July, having heard him talk kindly and well of poor Margaret and her Husband, took the liberty on your behalf of asking him to put something down on paper; and he informed me, then and repeatedly since, he had already done it,—­at the request of Mrs. Story, I think.  His address at present is, “No. 138 Avenue des Champs Elysees, a Paris,” if your American travelers still thought of inquiring.—­Adieu, dear Emerson, till next week.

Yours ever,
       T. Carlyle

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* “The Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli.”
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CXLIX.  Emerson to Carlyle*

Concord, May [?], 1852

You make me happy with your loving thoughts and meanings towards me.  I have always thanked the good star which made us early neighbors, in some sort, in time and space.  And the beam is twice warmed by your vigorous good-will, which has steadily kept clear, kind eyes on me.

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* From an imperfect rough draft.
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It is good to be born in good air and outlook, and not less with a civilization, that is, with one poet still living in the world.  O yes, and I feel all the solemnity and vital cheer of the benefit.—­If only the mountains of water and of land and the steeper mountains of blighted and apathized moods would permit a word to pass now and then.  It is very fine for you to tax yourself with all those incompatibilities.  I like that Thor should make comets and thunder, as well as Iduna apples, or Heimdal his rainbow bridge, and your wrath and satire has all too much realism in it, than that we can flatter ourselves by disposing of you as partial and heated.  Nor is it your fault that you do a hero’s work, nor do we love you less if we cannot help you in it.  Pity me, O strong man!  I am of a puny constitution half made up, and as I from childhood knew,—­not a poet but a lover of poetry, and poets, and merely serving as writer, &c. in this empty America, before the arrival of the poets.  You must not misconstrue my silences, but thank me for them all, as a true homage to your diligence which I love to defend...

She* had such reverence and love for Landor that I do not know but at any moment in her natural life she would have sunk in the sea, for an ode from him; and now this most propitious cake is offered to her Manes.  The loss of the notes of Browning and of Mazzini, which you confirm, astonishes me.

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* Margaret Fuller.   The break in continuity is in the rough draft.
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CL.  Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 25 June, 1852