Emerson's diary during one of his visits to Chelsea:--

"C. and his wife live on beautiful terms. Their ways are very
engaging, and in her bookcase all his books are inscribed to her as
they came, year by year, each with some significant lines."

Emerson's regard for Mrs. Carlyle was very great, and there is not one
of the many letters but sends a kindly and a warm greeting to her over
the sea.

For the rest, this correspondence exhibits Emerson in the light of a
true and very useful friend to Carlyle,--taking infinite trouble in the
early days to introduce Carlyle's books in America, and to secure to the
author in his poverty some return for their publication here. In this he
was successful, and sent with great delight little sums of money to his
friend. The books met with a quicker recognition in America than in
England; and after Emerson had said something to Carlyle of a new
edition of "Sartor Resartus," Carlyle writes:--

"As for Fraser, however, the idea of a new edition is frightful to
him, or rather ludicrous, unimaginable. Of him no man has inquired
for a 'Sartor.' In his whole wonderful world of Tory pamphleteers,
Conservative younger brothers, Regent-street lawyers, Crockford
gamblers, Irish Jesuits, drunken reporters, and miscellaneous
unclean persons (whom water and much soap will not make clean), not
a soul has expressed the smallest wish that way. He shrieks at the
idea."

There is also much writing, on both sides, of Carlyle's coming to
America. For years this was the most enchanting topic, of which they
never grew weary. In one of his saddest moods, while yet almost unknown
and very poor, Carlyle wrote:--

"In joy, in grief, a voice says to me, 'Behold, there is one that
loves thee; in thy loneliness, in thy darkness, see how a
hospitable candle shines from far over seas, how a friendly heart
watches!' It is very good and precious to me."

There is, of course, a great deal of mutual admiration of each other's
work, very genuine, ever pleasant to hear about, expressed in the
warmest language,--even in those superlatives which Emerson derided.

There are also lovely bits of home life upon both sides,--faultless
interiors over which the mind will linger with delight in times far away
from these, when the students of another age strive to make to
themselves a picture of what sort of men these the great of the
nineteenth cen