I have delayed writing to you longer than I intended to. We had a pleasant passage
over, & have been as happy as sight seers can expect to be. We keep pretty well
& take things easy. My first taste of the country was at Alloway, Burns'
birth place. We spent a week here in a cozy little inn on the banks of the Doon,
surrounded by one of the sweetest & finest farming countries I ever beheld. From
there we went up into the Highlands, where I did some
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mountain climbing: thence around
to Edinburgh. From there we went down to Carlyle's country & spent a week at
Ecclefechan, arriving there the 1st day of June just as the first red clover was
beginning to bloom. I walked a good deal about Ecclefechan & shall write something
about it & weave in certain things I want to say of Carlyle. I enclose a daisy &
a spray of speedwell that I gathered from Carlyles grave. There is no stone yet
marking his grave. I saw the graves of 8 "Thomas Carlyles." The "Carlyls" as the
Scotch call them were a numerous race in this section. They were a stern savage set,
not to be trifled with. One old Scotchman said they were "bullies." Then we went
down into the Lake region for a few days;
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& thence to London. Mr.
Carpenter has been up & spent a day & a night with me. He has recently lost his
father. He is well. We have been out to Mrs. Gilchrist's twice to tea She & Grace
are alone, Herbert being off in Wales, painting. They chided me for not bringing
you, & entertain hopes of seeing you yet. They are well & have a pleasant cheery
house. You would have a good time if you were to come. I have seen no one else in
London & do not expect to. Rossetti I hear is not well. We shall leave here
to-morrow, or I shall, for Haslemere & thence through some of the Southern
Countries for a week; wife & Julian will stay with an old acquaintance of ours at
Brentford, near London. I presume we shall be home in August. June has been cold &
wet
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heat, no warmth.
Conway has an article on Emerson in the June Fortnightly Review, but it is hasty & of not much account. I hope to hear yet that Osgood has not thrown up Leaves of Grass. I expect a letter from O'Connor every day. Drop me a line care of Henderson Brothers, 51 Union Street, Glasgow Scotland.
Ever your friend, John Burroughs.