n such a case. One feels
there, at last, as if quite annihilated; and takes up arms again
(the poor goose-quill is no great things of a weapon to arm
with!) as if in a kind of sacred despair.

All people are in a sort of joy-dom over the new French Republic,
which has descended suddenly (or shall we say, _ascended_ alas?)
out of the Immensities upon us; showing once again that the
righteous Gods do yet live and reign! It is long years since I
have felt any such deep-seated pious satisfaction at a public
event. Adieu: come soon; and warn us when.

Yours ever,
T. Carlyle

CXXXIV. Emerson to Carlyle

2 Fenny St., Manchester, 2 March, Thursday [1848]

Dear Friend,--I hope to set forward today for London, and to
arrive there some time tonight. I am to go first to Chapman's
house, where I shall lodge for a time. If it is too noisy, I
shall move westward. But I hope you are to be at home tomorrow,
for if I prosper, I shall come and beg a dinner with you,--is it
not at five o'clock? I am sorry you have no better news to tell
me of your health,--your own and your wife's. Tell her I shall
surely report you to Alcott, who will have his revenge. Thanks
that you keep the door so wide open for me still. I shall always
come in.

Ever yours,
R.W.E.

CXXXV. Emerson to Carlyle
Monday, P.M., 19 June, 1848

Dear Carlyle,--Mrs. Crowe of Edinburgh, an excellent lady, known
to you and to many good people, wishes me to go to you with her.

I tell her that I believe you relax the reins of labor as early
as one hour after noon, and I propose one o'clock on Thursday for
the invasion. If you are otherwise engaged, you must send me
word. Otherwise, we shall come.

It was sad to hear no good news last evening from Jane Carlyle.
I heartily hope the night brought sleep, and the morning better
health to her.

Yours always,
R.W. Emerson

CXXXVI. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 20 June, 1848

Dear Emerson,--We shall be very glad to become acquainted with
Mrs. Crowe, of whom already by report we know many favorable
things. Brown (of Portobello, Edinburgh) had given us intimation
of her kind purposes towards Chelsea; and now on Thursday you
(please the Pigs) shall see the adventure achieved. Two o'clock,
not one, is the hour when labor ceases here,--if, alas, there be
any "labor" so much as got begun; which latter is often enough
the sad case. But at either hour we shall