fever fit of lecturing again.  I ought to have written instead in silence and serenity.  Yet I work better under this base necessity, and then I have a certain delight (base also?) in speaking to a multitude.  But my joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation for the mishaps of the adventure, and they for the most part come to me from this publication of myself.—­After ten or twelve weeks I think I shall address myself earnestly to writing, and give some form to my formless scripture.

I beg you will write to me and tell me what you do, and give me good news of your wife and your brother.  Can they not see the necessity of your coming to look after your American interests?  My wife and mother love both you and them.  A young man of New York told me the other day he was about getting you an invitation from an Association in that city to give them a course of lectures on such terms as would at least make you whole in the expenses of coming thither.  We could easily do that in Boston.

—­R.W.  Emerson

What manner of person is Heraud?  Do you read Landor, or know him, O seeing man?  Farewell!

XLIX.  Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, London, 6 January, 1840

My Dear Emerson,—­It is you, I surely think, that are in my debt now;* nevertheless I must fling you another word:  may it cross one from you coming hither—­as near the Lizard Point as it likes!

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* The preceding letter had not yet arrived.
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Some four sheets making a Pamphlet called Chartism addressed to you at Concord are, I suppose, snorting along through the waters this morning, part of the Cargo of the “British Queen.”  At least I gave them to Mr. Brown (your unseen friend) about ten days ago, who promised to dispose of them; the “British Queen,” he said, was the earliest chance.  The Pamphlet itself (or rather booklet, for Fraser has gilt it, &c., and asks five shillings for it as a Book) is out since then; radicals and others yelping considerably in a discordant manner about it; I have nothing other to say to you about it than what I said last time, that the sheets were yours to do with as you saw good,—­to burn if you reckoned that fittest.  It is not entirely a Political Pamphlet; nay, there are one or two things in it which my American Friends specially may like:  but the interests discussed are altogether English, and cannot be considered as likely to concern New-Englishmen very much.  However, it will probably be itself in your hand before this sheet, and you will have determined what is fit.