I need not tell you that the idea of you all was very present with me yesterday both at the sacred table, & in the eve[nin]g over Miss Pulman's(?) turkey & mince pie, & afterwards at a little childs ball at Mary Otis's, where I was guilty of two Quadrilles, & wore for the 1st time your peacock waistcoat, which produced a great effect, tho' for the most part American ladies would scruple in observing upon any such article of attire. It even struck the dismal eyes of Prescott. I have seen a good deal of him since I wrote, & I do not think I deceive myself in the very high place I assign to him in every mode of attractiveness. I think I never knew such an union of simplicity, sense, gaiety & feeling. I cannot help grudging what I feel to be one drawback; he is, according to the prevailing mode of this place, an Unitarian, which has led to some little talk between us on the subject. One gets however to look upon them here, as almost orthodox, as there is now rather in vogue a new faith called Transcendentalism, of which Mr. Emerson is the head: he gives lectures which are being much attended, but which by the accounts seem made up of gibberish & blasphemy: it seems to me that I mentioned him to you before. They tell of his going one night with a lady disciple to see Mdelle Esler (whom by the way I did not happen to go to see at my first arrival, as I see recorded in the English papers,) at one twirlig more than usual licence, the fair exclaimed "that is poetry. "There came a still bolder bound "that is religion" rejoined Mr. Emerson.