The Hotten who has got hold of you here is a dirty little pirate, who snatches at everybody grown fat enough to yield him a bite (paltry, unhanged creature); so that in fact he is a symbol to you of your visible rise in the world here; and, with Conway’s vigilance to help, will do you good and not evil.  Glad am I, in any case, to see so much new spiritual produce still ripening around you; and you ought to be glad, too.  Pray Heaven you may long keep your right hand steady:  you, too, I can perceive, will never, any more than myself, learn to “write by dictation” in a manner that will be supportable to you.  I rejoice, also, to hear of such a magnificent adventure as that you are now upon.  Climbing the backbone of America; looking into the Pacific Ocean too, and the gigantic wonders going on there.  I fear you won’t see Brigham Young, however?  He also to me is one of the products out there;—­and indeed I may confess to you that the doings in that region are not only of a big character, but of a great;—­and that in my occasional explosions against “Anarchy,” and my inextinguishable hatred of it, I privately whisper to myself, “Could any Friedrich Wilhelm, now, or Friedrich, or most perfect Governor you could hope to realize, guide forward what is America’s essential task at present faster or more completely than ‘anarchic America’ herself is now doing?” Such “Anarchy” has a great deal to say for itself,—­(would to Heaven ours of England had as much!)—­and points towards grand anti-Anarchies in the future; in fact, I can already discern in it huge quantities of Anti-Anarchy in the “impalpable-powder” condition; and hope, with the aid of centuries, immense things from it, in my private mind!

Good Mrs. —–­ has never yet made her appearance; but shall be welcome whenever she does.

Did you ever hear the name of an aged, or elderly, fantastic fellow-citizen of yours, called J. Lee Bliss, who designates himself O.F. and A.K., i.e.  “Old Fogey” and “Amiable Kuss”?  He sent me, the other night, a wonderful miscellany of symbolical shreds and patches; which considerably amused me; and withal indicated good-will on the man’s part; who is not without humor, in sight, and serious intention or disposition.  If you ever did hear of him, say a word on the subject next time you write.

And above all things write. The instant you get home from California, or see this, let me hear from you what your adventures have been and what the next are to be.  Adieu, dear Emerson.

Yours ever affectionately,
                      T. Carlyle

Mrs. —–­ sends a note from Piccadilly this new morning (June 5th); call to be made there today by Niece Mary, card left, etc., etc.  Promises to be an agreeable Lady.

Did you ever hear of such a thing as this suicidal Finis of the French “Copper Captaincy”; gratuitous Attack on Germany, and ditto Blowing-up of Paris by its own hand!  An event with meanings unspeakable,—­deep as the. Abyss.—­