is great; _show_ us a
great soul of a man, in some work symbolic of such: this is the
seal of such a message, and you will feel by and by that you are
called to this. I long to see some concrete Thing, some Event,
Man's Life, American Forest, or piece of Creation, which this
Emerson loves and wonders at, well _Emersonized,_ depictured by
Emerson, filled with the life of Emerson, and cast forth from him
then to live by itself. If these Orations balk me of this, how
profitable soever they be for others. I will not love them.--And
yet, what am I saying? How do I know what is good for _you,_
what authentically makes your own heart glad to work in it? I
speak from _without,_ the friendliest voice must speak from
without; and a man's ultimate monition comes only from _within._
Forgive me, and love me, and write soon. _A Dieu!_

--T. Carlyle

My Wife, very proud of your salutation, sends a sick return of
greeting. After a winter of unusual strength, she took cold the
other day, and coughs again; though she will not call it serious
yet. One likes none of these things. She has a brisk heart and
a stout, but too weak a frame for this rough life of mine. I
will not get sad about it.

One of the strangest things about these New England Orations is a
fact I have heard, but not yet seen, that a certain W. Gladstone,
an Oxford crack Scholar, Tory M.P., and devout Churchman of great
talent and hope, has contrived to insert a piece of you (_first_
Oration it must be) in a work of his on _Church and State,_ which
makes some figure at present! I know him for a solid, serious,
silent-minded man; but how with his Coleridge Shovel-Hattism he
has contrived to relate himself to _you,_ there is the mystery.
True men of all creeds, it _would_ seem, are Brothers.

To write soon!

XXXIV. Emerson to Carlyle*

Concord, 15 March, 1839

My Dear Friend,--I will spare you my apologies for not writing,
they are so many. You have been very generous, I very promising
and dilatory. I desired to send you an Account of the sales of
the _History,_ thinking that the details might be more
intelligible to you than to me, and might give you some insight
into literary and social, as well as bibliopolical relations.
But many details of this account will not yet settle themselves
into sure facts, but do dance and mystify me as one green in
ledgers. Bookseller says nine hundred and ninety-one copies cam