Dear Emerson,--Here is a word for you from Miss Fuller; I send
you the Cover also, though I think there is little or nothing in
that. It contained another little Note for Mazzini; who is
wandering in foreign parts, on paths unknown to me at present.
Pray send my regards to Miss Fuller, when you write.
We hear of you pretty often, and of your successes with the
Northern populations. We hope for you in London again before
long.--I am busy, if at all, altogether _inarticulately_ in these
days. My respect for _silence,_ my distrust of _Speech,_ seem to
grow upon me. There is a time for both, says Solomon; but we,
in our poor generation, have forgotten one of the "times."
Here is a Mr. Forster* of Rawdon, or Bradford, in Yorkshire; our
late host in the Autumn time; who expects and longs to be yours
when you come into those parts.
I am busy with William Conqueror's _Domesday Book_ and with the
commentaries of various blockheads on it:--Ah me!
All good be with you, and happy news from those dear to you.
Yours ever,
T. Carlyle
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* Now the Rt. Hon. W E. Forster, M.P.
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