We had some May-baskets left for us by unknown hands
upon May-day. The flowers drooped over the sides,
as if they would not meet my eye to tell the secret;
but a group of smiling girls next morning were not
so inexorable, and I thanked nature for such almoners
of her gifts. These beautiful tributes are touching
if one is serious. They are hung upon our wall,
which is adorned with the Urania and sketches from
Michel Angelo, and one or two drawings of Burrill’s.
Mrs. Brown (Mrs. Emerson’s sister) wishes Charles
Newcomb to return some letters he has about little
Waldo’s death. Will you speak to him and
say that Mrs. Brown will like them by the first opportunity?
I hope my name is down as a subscriber to the Paper.
When shall we see it? Mr. Emerson read us a part
of your letter.
Here is another of the unconscionable epistles; not
to mention answering, it is too audacious to demand
that they shall be read.
Ever yr
G.W.C.
CONCORD, May 31, ’45, Saturday morning.
My dear Friend,—Mr. Hosmer just tells me
that he is going to Brook Farm, and I must say a word
of regret that I could not come at this time, as Mr.
Ripley, whom I saw in Boston, asked me to do.
I have no doubt that the essence of all good things
which are said, I shall gather from you some day,
somehow. I send my subscription to the Harbinger.
Almira is well, and would send you love and flowers
if she knew that Mr. Hosmer was going.
I am fairly launched in “Consuelo,” which
I must read as fast as I can, for Mr. Hedge is to
take it to Maine. Already it interests me as a
new life, and, if I could, I would have it developing
all summer; but I must feed upon the remembrance.
Will you say to Mr. Keith, the postmaster at West
Roxbury, that we have despatched sundry messages to
Messrs. Greeley and McElrath to have our Tribune
come to Concord and not to West Roxbury, and that to-day,
upon receipt of his note, we have written a very concise
letter upon that subject to the publishers.
Tell Mrs. Ripley that she must not fail to come this
summer; and how soon are you coming to have a vacation
in civilization?—not a day or two in winter,
but a week for summer rambles.
Give my love to the Eyrie, for I believe all my friends
are there save Miss Russell; and forgiving me for
using you so unsparingly with messages, believe me
always,
G.W.C.
If Geo. Wells is or shall be at Brook Farm, tell him
that Almira and the rest of the Concordians are waiting
to see him.
CONCORD, June 24th, 1845.
My dear Friend,—I finished “Consuelo”
some time since, though I have not yet read the “Countess.”
I read what you said in the Harbinger, and am
waiting for the promised continuation. Meanwhile
you shall hear something of the impression she made
upon me.
