On his young promise Beauty smiled,
Drew his free homage unbeguiled,
And prosperous Age held out his hand,
And richly his large future planned,
And troops of friends enjoyed the tide,--
All, all was given, and only health denied."
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I receive with great pleasure the wonderful Professor now that
first the decent limbs of Osiris are collected.* We greet him
well to Cape Cod and Boston Bay. The rigid laws of matter
prohibit that the soul imprisoned within the strait edges of
these types should add one syllable thereto, or we had adjured
the Sage by every name of veneration to take possession by so
much as a Salve! of his Western World, but he remained inexorable
for any new communications.

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* The four copies of _Sartor_ which Carlyle had sent were a
"stitched pamphlet," with a title-page bearing the words: "Sartor
Resartus: in Three Books. Reprinted for Friends, from Fraser's
Magazine. London, 1834."
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I feel like congratulating you upon the cold welcome which you
say Teufelsdrockh* has met. As it is not earthly happy, it is
marked of a high sacred sort. I like it a great deal better than
ever, and before it was all published I had eaten nearly all my
words of objection. But do not think it shall lack a present
popularity. That it should not be known seems possible, for if a