town,
called Walden Pond? One of these days, if I should have any
money, I may build me a cabin or a turret there high as the tree-
tops, and spend my nights as well as days in the midst of a
beauty which never fades for me.

Yours with love,
R.W. Emerson

XCVI. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 3 November, 1844

Dear Emerson,--By the clearest law I am bound to write you a word
today, were my haste even greater than it is. The last American
fleet or ship, about the middle of last month, brought me a Draft
for Thirty Pounds; which I converted into ready cash, and have
here,--and am now your grateful debtor for, as of old. There
seems to be no end to those Boston Booksellers! I think the well
is dry; and straightway it begins to run again. Thanks to you:
--it is, I dare say, a thing you too are grateful for. We will
recognize it among the good things of this rather indifferent
world.--By the way, if that good Clark _like_ his business, let
him go on with it; but if not, stop him, poor fellow! It is to
me a matter of really small moment whether those Booksellers'
accounts be ever audited in this world, or left over to the
General Day of Audit. I myself shudder at the sight of such
things; and make my bargain here so always as to have no trade
with them, but to be _netto_ from the first. Why should I
plague poor Clark with them, if it be any plague to him? The
Booksellers will never _know_ but we examine them! The very
terror of Clark's name will be as the bark of chained Mastiff,--
and no need for actual biting! Have due pity on the man.

Your English volume of _Essays,_ as Chapman probably informs you
by this Post, was advertised yesterday, "with a Preface from me."
That is hardly accurate, that latter clause. My "Preface"
consists only of a certificate that the Book is correctly
printed, and sent forth by a Publisher of your appointment, whom
therefore all readers of yours ought to regard accordingly.
Nothing more. There proves, I believe, no visible real vestige
of a copyright obtainable here; only Chapman asserts that he
_has_ obtained one, and that he will take all contraveners into
Chancery,--which has a terrible sound; and indeed the Act he
founds on is of so distracted, inextricable a character, it may
mean anything and all things, and no Sergeant Talfourd whom we
could consult durst take upon him to say that it meant almost
anything whatever. The sound of "Chancery," the