the affair!
For God's sake don't; and those kindly people to whom you have,-
-swear them to silence for love of me! The poor little
_Daisy_kin will get into the Newspapers, and become the nastiest
of Cabbages:--silence, silence, I beg of you to the utmost
stretch of your power! Or is the case already irremediable? I
will hope not. Talk about such things, especially Penny Editor's
talk, is like vile coal-smoke filling your poor little world;
silence alone is azure, and has a _sky_ to it.--But, enough now.

The "little Book" never came; and, I doubt, never will: it is a
fate that seems to await three fourths of the Books that attempt
to reach me by the American Post; owing to some _informality in
wrapping_ (I have heard);--it never gave me any notable _regret_
till now. However, I had already bought myself an English copy,
rather gaudy little volume (probably intended for the _railways,_
as if _it_ were a Book to be read there), but perfectly printed,
ready to be read anywhere by the open eye and earnest mind;--
which I read here, accordingly, with great attention, clear
assent for most part, and admiring recognition. It seems to me
you are all your old self here, and something _more._ A calm
insight, piercing to the very centre; a beautiful sympathy, a
beautiful _epic_ humor; a soul peaceably irrefragable in this
loud-jangling world, of which it sees the ugliness, but _notices_
only the huge new _opulences_ (still so anarchic); knows the
electric telegraph, with all its vulgar botherations and
impertinences, accurately for what it is, and ditto ditto the
oldest eternal Theologies of men. All this belongs to the
Highest Class of thought (you may depend upon it); and again
seemed to me as, in several respects, the one perfectly Human
Voice I had heard among my fellow-creatures for a long time. And
then the "style," the treatment and expression,--yes, it is
inimitable, best--Emersonian throughout. Such brevity,
simplicity, softness, homely grace; with such a penetrating
meaning, _soft_ enough, but irresistible, going down to the
depths and up to the heights, as _silent electricity_ goes. You
have done _very well;_ and many will know it ever better by
degrees.--Only one thing farther I will note: How you go as if
altogether on the "Over-Soul," the Ideal, the Perfect or
Universal and Eternal in this life of ours; and take so little
heed of the frightful quantities of _friction_ and perverse
impedim