does not that presuppose every other kind of falseness?

But let me hasten to say that the _French Revolution,_ five
hundred strong for the New England market, is also, as Fraser
advises, "to go to sea in three days." It is bound in red cloth,
gilt; a pretty book, James says; which he will sell for
twenty-five shillings here;--nay, the London brotherhood have
"subscribed" for one hundred and eighty at once, which he
considers great work. I directed him to consign to Little and
Brown in Boston, the _property_ of the thing _yours,_ with such
phraseology and formalities as they use in those cases. I paid
him for it yesterday (to save discount) L95; that is the whole
cost to me, twenty or thirty pounds more than was once calculated
on. Do the best with it you can, my friend; and never mind the
result. If the thing fail, as is likely enough, we will simply
quit that transport trade, and my experience must be _paid for._
The Title-page was "Boston: Charles C. Little and James Brown,"
then in a second line and smaller type, "London James Fraser";
to which arrangement James made not the slightest objection, or
indeed rather seemed to like it.--So much for trade matters: is
it not _enough?_ I declare I blush sometimes, and wonder where
the good Emerson gets all his patience. We shall be through the
affair one day, and find something better to speak about than
dollars and pounds. And yet, as you will say, why not even of
dollars? Ah, there are leaden-worded [bills] of exchange I
have seen which have had an almost sacred character to me!
_Pauca verba._

Doubt not your new utterances are eagerly waited for here; above
all things the "Book" is what I want to see. You might have told
me what it was about. We shall see by and by. A man that has
discerned somewhat, and knows it for himself, let him speak it
out, and thank Heaven. I pray that they do not confuse you by
praises; their blame will do no harm at all. Praise is sweet to
all men; and yet alas, alas, if the light of one's own heart go
out, bedimmed with poor vapors and sickly false glitterings and
flashings, what profit is it! Happier in darkness, in all manner
of mere outward darkness, misfortune and neglect, "so that _thou
canst endure,_"--which however one cannot to all lengths. God
speed you, my Brother! I hope all good things of you; and
wonder whether like Phoebus Apollo you are destined to be a youth
forever.--Sterling will be right glad