is given you, and not till it be
given you, and never mind it a whit.

The new _Adelphi_ piece seems to me, as a piece of Composition,
the best _written_ of them all. People cry over it: "Whitherward?
What, What?" In fact, I do again desiderate some _concretion_ of
these beautiful _abstracta._ It seems to me they will never be
_right_ otherwise; that otherwise they are but as prophecies yet,
not fulfilments.

The Dial too, it is all spirit-like, aeriform, aurora-borealis
like. Will no _Angel_ body himself out of that; no stalwart
Yankee _man,_ with color in the cheeks of him, and a coat on his
back! These things I _say:_ and yet, very true, you alone can
decide what practical meaning is in them. Write you always _as_
it is given you,_ be it in the solid, in the aeriform, or
whatsoever way. There is no other rule given among men.--I have
sent the criticism on Landor* to an Editorial Friend of L.'s, by
whom I expect it will be put into the Newspapers here, for the
benefit of Walter Savage; he is not often so well praised among
us, and deserves a little good praise.

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* From the Dial for October, 1841.
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You propose again to send me Moneys,--surprising man! I am glad
also to hear that that beggarly misprinted _French Revolution_ is
nearly out among you. I only hope farther your Booksellers will
have an eye on that rascal Appleton, and not let _him_ reprint
and deface, if more copies of the Book turn out to be wanted.
Adieu, dear Emerson! Good speed to you at Boston, and in all
true things. I hope to write soon again.

Yours ever,
T. Carlyle

LXXII. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 6 December, 1841

Dear Emerson,--Though I wrote to you very lately, and am in great
haste today, I must lose no time in announcing that the Letter
with the L40 draught came to hand some mornings ago; and now,
this same morning, a second Letter round by Dumfriesshire, which
had been sent as a duplicate, or substitute in case of accident,
for the former. It is all right, my friend ----'s paper has got
itself changed into forty gold sovereigns, and lies here waiting
use; thanks, many thanks! Sums of that kind come always upon me
like manna out of the sky; surely they, more emphatically than
any others, are the gift of Heaven. Let us receive, use, and be
thankful. I am not so poor now at all; Heaven be praised:
indeed, I do not know, now and then when I reflect on it, whether
being rich