ence, as if for the time
one had _got_ into the country of the Lotos-Eaters, and it made
no matter what became of anything and all things. In good truth,
it is a wearied man, at least a dreadfully slothful and
slumberous man, eager for _sleep_ in any quantity, that now
addresses you! Be thankful for a few half-dreaming words, till
we awake again.

As to your visit to us, there is but one thing to be said and
repeated: That a prophet's chamber is ready for you in Chelsea,
and a brotherly and sisterly welcome, on whatever day at whatever
hour you arrive: this, which is all of the Practical that I can
properly take charge of, is to be considered a given quantity
always. With regard to Lecturing, &c., Ireland, with whom I
suppose you to be in correspondence, seems to have awakened all
this North Country into the fixed hope of hearing you,--and God
knows they have need enough to hear a man with sense in his
head;--it was but the other day I read in one of their
Newspapers, "We understand that Mr. Emerson the distinguished &c.
is certainly &c. this winter," all in due Newspaper phrase, and I
think they settled your arrival for "October" next. May it prove
so! But on the whole there _is_ no doubt of your coming; that
is a great fact. And if so, I should say, Why not come at once,
even as the Editor surmises? You will evidently do no other
considerable enterprise till this voyage to England is achieved.
Come therefore;--and we shall see; we shall hear and speak! I
do not know another man in all the world to whom I can _speak_
with clear hope of getting adequate response from him: if I
speak to you, it will be a breaking of my silence for the last
time perhaps,--perhaps for the first time, on some points!
_Allons._ I shall not always be so roadweary, lifeweary, sleepy,
and stony as at present. I even think there is yet another Book
in me; "Exodus from Houndsditch" (I think it might be called),
a peeling off of fetid _Jewhood_ in every sense from myself and
my poor bewildered brethren: one other Book; and, if it were a
right one, rest after that, the deeper the better, forevermore.
_Ach Gott!_--

Hedge is one of the sturdiest little fellows I have come across
for many a day. A face like a rock; a voice like a howitzer;
only his honest kind gray eyes reassure you a little. We have
met only once; but hope (mutually, I flatter myself) it may be
often by and by. That hardy little fellow too, what has he to