pink stockings! It is very
beautiful. Beautiful as a child's heart,--and in so shrewd a
head as that. She is now writing express Children's-Tales, which
I calculate I shall find more perfect.

Some ten days ago there went from me to Liverpool, perhaps there
will arrive at Concord by this very "Acadia," a bundle of Printed
Sheets directed to your Husband: pray apprise the man of that.
They are sheets of a Volume called _Lectures on Heroes;_ the
Concord Hero gets them without direction or advice of any kind.
I have got some four sheets more ready for him here; shall
perhaps send them too, along with this. Some four again more
will complete the thing. I know not what he will make of it;--
perhaps wry faces at it?

Adieu, dear Mrs. Emerson. We salute you from this house. May
all good which the Heavens grant to a kind heart, and the good
which they never _refuse_ to one such, abide with you always. I
commend myself to your and Emerson's good Mother, to the
mischievous Boys and--all the Household. Peace and fair Spring-
weather be there!

Yours with great regard,
T. Carlyle

LXI. Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 28 February, 1841

My Dear Carlyle,--Behold Mr. George Nichols's new digest and
exegesis of his October accounts. The letter seems to me the
most intelligible of the two papers, but I have long been that
man's victim, semi-annually, and never dare to make head against
his figures. You are a brave man, and out of the ring of his
enchantments, and withal have magicians of your own who can give
spell for spell, and read his incantations backward. I entreat
you to set them on the work, and convict his figures if you
can. He has really taken pains, and is quite proud of his
establishment of his accounts. In a month it will be April, and
be will have a new one to fender. Little and Brown also in April
promise a payment on _French Revolution,_--and I suppose
something is due from _Chartism._ We will hope that a Bill of
Exchange will yet cross from us to you, before our booksellers
fail.

I hoped before this to have reached my last proofsheet, but shall
have two or three more yet. In a fortnight or three weeks my
little raft will be afloat.* Expect nothing more of my powers of
construction,--no shipbuilding, no clipper, smack, nor skiff
even, only boards and logs tied together. I read to some
Mechanics' Apprentices a long lecture on Reform, one evening, a
little while a