Froude attended it, and there first saw Carlyle, who burst, characteristically enough, into a shout of laughter at the close.
Carlyle loved Emerson; but the Emersonian philosophy was to him like any other form of old clothes, only rather more grotesque than most.
In the Long Vacation of 1848 Froude went alone to Ireland for the third time, and shut himself up at Killarney.

From Killarney he wrote a long account of himself to Clough: "KILLARNEY, July 15, 1848.
"I came over here where for the present I am all day in the woods and on the lake and retire at night into an unpleasant hotel, where I am sitting up writing this and waiting with the rest of the household rather anxiously for the arrival of a fresh wedded pair.
Next week I move off across the lake to a sort of lodge of Lord Kenmare, where I have persuaded an old lady to take me into the family.

I am going to live with them, and I am going to have her ladyship's own boudoir to scribble in.

It is a wild place enough with porridge and potatoes to eat, varied with what fish I may provide for myself and arbutus berries if it comes to starving.

The noble lord has been away for some years.