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He read to me one afternoon some portions of his
Observations on England (in manuscript) and scraps
from his conversations with Thomas Carlyle (the only
man of whom I heard Emerson speak with anything like
admiration) about "the young America," as well as the
journey with him to Stonehenge. Some of these things
I can never forget. I feel that my intercourse with
him will leave a deep trace in my soul. I could desire
in him warmer sympathies, larger interest in social
questions that touch upon the well-being of mankind,
and more feeling for the suffering and sorrowful on
earth. But what right, indeed, has the flower, which
vibrates with every breath of wind, to quarrel with
the granite rock because it is differently made? In
the bosom of such lie strong metals. Let the brook
be silent and rejoice that it can reflect the rock,
the flowers, the firmament, and the stars, and grow
and be strengthened by the invisible fountains that
are nourished by the mountain tops.
Emerson is at this moment regarded as the head of
the Transcendentalists in this section of America,
a kind of people who are found principally in the
States of New England, and who seem to me like its
White Mountains or Alps; that is to say, they aim
at being so. But so far as I have yet heard or seen,
I recognize only one actual Alp,
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