to find that we have been driven from the market by the New
York Pirates in the affair of the Six Lectures.* The book was
received from London and for sale in New York and Boston before
my last sheets arrived by the "Columbia." Appleton in New York
braved us and printed it, and furthermore told us that he intends
to print in future everything of yours that shall be printed in
London,--complaining in rude terms of the monopoly your
publishers here exercise, and the small commissions they allow to
the trade, &c., &c. Munroe showed me the letter, which certainly
was not an amiable one. In this distress, then, I beg you, when
you have more histories and lectures to print, to have the
manuscript copied by a scrivener before you print at home, and
send it out to me, and I will keep all Appletons and Corsairs
whatsoever out of the lists. Not only these men made a book (of
which, by the by, Munroe sends you by this steamer a copy, which
you will find at John Green's, Newgate Street), but the New York
newspapers print the book in chapters, and you circulate for six
cents per newspaper at the corners of all streets in New York and
Boston; gaining in fame what you lose in coin.--The book is a
good book, and goes to make men brave and happy. I bear glad
witness to its cheering and arming quality.

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* "Heroes and Hero-Worship."
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I have put into Munroe's box which goes to Green a _Dial_ No. 4
also, which I could heartily wish were a better book. But
Margaret Fuller, who is a noble woman, is not in sufficiently
vigorous health to do this editing work as she would and should,
and there is no other who can and will.

Yours affectionately,
R.W. Emerson

LXIII. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, London, 8 May, 1841

My Dear Emerson,--Your last letter found me on the southern
border of Yorkshire, whither Richard Milnes had persuaded me with
him, for the time they call "Easter Holidays" here. I was to
shake off the remnants of an ugly _Influenza_ which still hung
about me; my little portmanteau, unexpectedly driven in again by
perverse accidents, had stood packed, its cowardly owner, the
worst of all travelers, standing dubious the while, for two weeks
or more; Milnes offering to take me as under his cloak, I went
with Milnes. The mild, cordial, though something dilettante
nature of the man distinguishes him for me among men, as men go.
For ten days I rode or sauntered among York