the world are his superiors. The testiness of character I pardon to the exile. We cannot have people with intellects and characters of unmixed goodness, free from all human frailties. . . . On Monday I received a beautiful letter from my friend Ingham. I have in my mind the kind, cordial, affectionate reception I received there, and the invitation to make that a home if I ever returned to England. I wrote by the “Britannia” only half-a-dozen letters. How it made me start to see the smoke puffing from her funnel, which was only to cease when she touched the English pier!To Hillard again, Aug. 11:—
I have just returned from an excursion in the country with Felton, to see his wife. Saturday, in a gig, we went to Lancaster. En routeto Cambridge, dined with Ralph Emerson,1 whom we found very agreeable and sensible. He did not lead out his winged griffins, to take us into the empyrean; so we went along as with mortal beasts. Perhaps he thought we should not be very docile. He had just received a very characteristic letter from Carlyle, over whom the fancy to come to America had again driven. He will not come. Emerson has two delightful children,—a girl and boy. The girl he calls his “honeycomb.” Come back staunch and strong and full of hope and courage.