rom _Merthyr
Tydvil,_ Cyclops' Hell, sootiest and horridest avatar of the
Industrial Mammon I had ever anywhere seen; went through the
Severn Valley; at Bath stayed a night with Landor (a proud and
high old man, who charged me with express remembrances for you);
saw Tennyson too, in Cumberland, with his new Wife; and other
beautiful recommendable and 'questionable things;--and was
dreadfully tossed about, and torn almost to tatters by the
manifold brambles of my way: and so at length am here, a much-
lamed man indeed! Oh my Friend, have tolerance for me, have
sympathy with me; you know not quite (I imagine) what a burden
mine is, or perhaps you would find this duty, which you always
do, a little easier done! Be happy, be busy beside your still
waters, and think kindly of me there. My nerves, health I call
them, are in a sad state of disorder: alas, that is nine tenths
of all the battle in this world. Courage, courage!--My Wife
sends salutations to you and yours. Good be with you all always.

Your affectionate,
T. Carlyle

CXLIV. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 8 July, 1851

Dear Emerson,--Don't you still remember very well that there is
such a man? I know you do, and will do. But it is a ruinously
long while since we have heard a word from each other;--a state
of matters that ought immediately to _cease._ It was your turn,
I think, to write? It was somebody's turn! Nay I heard lately
you complained of bad eyes; and were grown abstinent of writing.
Pray contradict me this. I cannot do without some regard from
you while we are both here. Spite of your many sins, you are
among the most human of all the beings I now know in the world;--
who are a very select set, and are growing ever more so, I can
inform you!

In late months, feeling greatly broken and without heart for
anything weighty, I have been upon a _Life of John Sterling;_
which will not be good for much, but will as usual gratify me by
taking itself off my hands: it was one of the things I felt a
kind of obligation to do, and so am thankful to have done. Here
is a patch of it lying by me, if you will look at a specimen.
There are four hundred or more pages (prophesies the Printer), a
good many _Letters_ and Excerpts in the latter portion of the
volume. Already half printed, wholly written; but not to come
out for a couple of months yet,--all trade being at a stand till
this sublime "Crystal Palace" go its ways again