TO DANIEL RICKETSON (AT NEW BEDFORD).

CONCORD, September 27, 1855.

FRIEND RICKETSON,--I am sorry that you were obliged to leave Concord

without seeing more of it,--its river and woods, and various pleasant

walks, and its worthies. I assure you that I am none the worse for my

walk with you, but on all accounts the better. Methinks I am regaining

my health; but I would like to know first what it was that ailed me.

I have not yet conveyed your message to Mr. Hosmer,[60] but will not

fail to do so. That idea of occupying the old house is a good

one,--quite feasible,--and you could bring your hair pillow with you.

It is an _inn_ in Concord which I had not thought of,--a philosopher's

inn. That large chamber might make a man's idea expand proportionately.

It would be well to have an interest in some old chamber in a deserted

house in every part of the country which attracted us. There would be

no such place to receive one's guests as that. If old furniture is

fashionable, why not go the whole house at once? I shall endeavor to

make Mr. Hosmer believe that the old house is the chief attraction of

his farm, and that it is his duty to preserve it by all honest

appliances. You might take a lease of it _in perpetuo_, and done with

it.

I am so wedded to my way of spending a day,--require such broad

margins of leisure, and such a complete wardrobe of old clothes,--that

I am ill fitted for going abroad. Pleasant is it sometimes to sit at

home, on a single egg all day, in your own nest, though it may prove

at last to be an egg of chalk. The old coat that I wear is Concord; it

is my morning robe and study gown, my working dress and suit of

ceremony, and my nightgown after all. Cleave to the simplest ever.

Home,--home,--home. _Cars_ sound like _cares_ to me.

I am accustomed to think very long of going anywhere,--am slow to

move. I hope to hear a response of the oracle first. However, I think

that I will try the effect of your talisman on the iron horse next

Saturday, and dismount at Tarkiln Hill. Perhaps your sea air will be

good for me. I conveyed your invitation to Channing, but he apparently

will not come.

Excuse my not writing earlier; but I had not decided.

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