de to a gifted and generous lady
who so liberally transfigures our demerits. So you shall tell
her, if you please, that I read all her book with pleasure but
that part, and if ever I shall travel West or South, I think she
has furnished me with the eyes. Farewell, dear wise man. I
think your poverty honorable above the common brightness of that
thorn-crown of the great. It earns you the love of men and the
praise of a thousand years. Yet I hope the angelical Beldame,
all-helping, all-hated, has given you her last lessons, and,
finding you so striding a proficient, will dismiss you to a
hundred editions and the adoration of the booksellers.
--R.W. Emerson
I have never heard from Rich, who, you wrote, had sent his
account to me. Let him direct to me at Concord.
A young engineer in Cambridge, by name McKean,* volunteers his
services in correcting the proofs of the _Miscellanies,_--and he
has your errata,--for the love of the reading. Shall we have
anthracite coal or wood in your chamber? My old mother is glad
you are coming.
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* The late Mr. Henry S. McKean, a son of Professor McKean, and a
graduate of Harvard College in 1828.
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XXIV. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, London, 15 June, 1838
My Dear Emerson,--Our correspondence has fallen into a raveled
state; which would doubtless clear itself could I afford to wait
for your next Letter, probably tumbling over the Atlantic brine
about this very moment: but I cannot afford to wait; I must
write straightway. Your answer to this will bring matters round
again. I have had two irregular Notes of your writing, or
perhaps three; two dated March, one by Mr. Bancroft's Parcel,--
bringing Twelve _Orations_ withal; then some ten days later,
just in this very time, another Note by Mr. Sumner, whom I have
not yet succeeded in seeing, though I have attempted it, and hope
soon to do it. The Letter he forwarded me from Paris was
acknowledged already, I think. And now if the Atlantic will but
float me in safe that other promised Letter!
I got your American _French Revolution_ a good while ago. It
seems to me a very pretty Book indeed, wonderfully so for the
money; neither does it seem what we can call _incorrectly_
printed so far as I have seen; compared with the last _Sartor_
it is correctness itself. Many thanks to you, my Friend, and
much good may it do us all! Should there be any more reprinting,
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